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As for me
Big Boys Cry
Building Houses
By the Sunlight
Chicken Pot Pies
Day So Blessed
Doing it unto Me
Favorite Nail
Friend of God
Great White Hare
God is Love
He calls me
He Who Sees
Limerical Condition
Live Before I die
Marble Mansions
Muse Views
Nasal Despair
Poem of Peter
Quiet times
Reach for the Prize
Solitaire
Standing
Still the Bus
Such Knowledge
This I know
Thoughts
Watch me
What God wants
Limerical Condition
After writing my first limerick,
my mind went on this metrical kick..
 The words I'd compile
 all had the same style
and my poetry sounded quite sick..

I'd start with paper and pen
to write to my closest of kin..
 I'd try to think
 what to do with the ink,
but find I'd done it again..

It seems the harder I tried
to set this bad habit aside,
 the more I'd conceive
 with a poetic weave,
rhyming which wouldn't subside..

Many times I would complain,
this poetry form is insane -
 for every rhyme
 keeps the same time,
becoming ingrained on the brain..

Years I've been in this state,
with rhymes to relay and relate..
 Repeating these verses
 and uttering curses..
It makes me so very irate..

So I'll offer poetic advice,
don't let this writing entice..
 Don't step in a trap
 full of limerick crap,
just let a nice sonnet suffice..