The Shining Star

If past history was all there was to the game, the richest people would be librarians.

Warren Buffet

Oh! What can ail thee, shining star in the sky?’
That have watched over me from a place afar;
With your wandering eye, there were the birds fly,
Way up high in the sky to hide from the war.

For many years have I been bright in the night.
Whilst watching over the warm earth with my eye,
I have seen many a thing has dimmed my light.
Such as when you humans make each other cry.

For many years have I watched you from afar.
And even from here I hear sounds as men die,
Rippling through the still air into my ear.
Making me cry as tears with my eye I spy.

And just as men get wounds fighting in the war.
And get nasty scars that cling to them for life.
So has this shining star been wounded with scar,
By what he saw that cut him like a sharp knife.

And so, this pain I gained in my side;
Is what ails a shining star in the sky,
At night when his light is not so bright.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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Willy Steal Your Toys

Ashes fly back into the face of he who throws them.
Once upon a time in a city so divine
On a hill with a glorious view of the fine
Sun when it rises to spell the dawn
Sat the house, in whose room slept the boy
Many people called ‘Willy Steal Your Toy’.


Willy was a really wild boy, not mild
Even when he was still only a child-
Who began his career stealing crayons
From the other pre-school boys with less brawn,
After the sun had rose to spell the dawn.


Crayons weren’t the only things he stole when he was a boy.
He stole toys as well. Its why the kids called him Willy Steal Your Toy.
A name he earned when to his house on the hill
One day early before the sun spelled dawn
The other kids went, saw his toys and began to fawn.


Though Willy before the dawn was not woke
He rose in time to be asked why he stole
So many of the children’s toys.
He said “Mama never said I shouldn’t
And Dada never said I couldn’t.”


Even when Willy grew to be a teen.
Somewhere around the age of fifteen
He began stealing kisses from girls,
And the luscious lunch meals of boys from school
Who unfortunately, never thought it was cool-


For Willy to steal all their nutritious lunch,
And to leave them with nothing to munch.
So they elected to give him a new name
And so settled upon Willy Steal Your Meal
For all the lunches Willy did steal.


The boy they called Willy Steal Your Toy,
Up his sleeve always had a coy ploy.
Even before the sun rises to spell dawn
He has already devised a plan to steal
The lonely schoolboys luscious lunch meal.


Willy, when asked why he did steal
The hungry schoolboy’s lunch meal
Replied; “It is because I’ve been blessed
With such fingers that are long,
So I must keep doing what is wrong.”


One day early before the sun spelled dawn
When Willy had a beard, he went out and stole the lawn
From his neighbors house and took it home
Where he laid it nicely on the ground,
To walk on when out he was ever bound.


But in this house there lived a lady named Milly
Who walked over to the house of Willy
And snuck in through an open window
And found him in a room deeply sleeping
So she stole his heart so he stopped breathing.


But because at the time he was sleeping
He thus continued dreaming,
Even though he now be a lifeless body
Surrounded by the many toys
He stole from the other boys.


And here, in this house on a hill were sleeps Willy-
The boy who’s heart was stolen by Milly-
Resides the ghostly remains of his stolen toys
Who legend has it that whosoever shall take
These toys in his hands shall one day awake-

To be known as Willy Steal Your Toys.


© 2019 The Poets Peace

Brandon Booth Ballad

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Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.

Jim Ryun


Brandon Booth braved his way up the top of The Tower
Just to set his gaze upon Mr's. Roothe in her shower.
He risked falling and breaking all his bones
To have a sneak peek at her naked body.

When Brandon Booth got to the top of The Tower
He had his camera out, ready to capture her
Though he risked falling and breaking all his bones
By running before she could catch any sight of him.

Brandon Booth thought himself safe when he sneaked
Off The Tower without Mr's. Roothe having peeked
Him risking falling and breaking his bones
That are already brittle with the weight of age.

But Mr's. Roothe, clad only in the towel of her rage
Descended the tower steps far too quickly
She risked falling and breaking her bones
Just to change the course of his history.

Brandon Booth thought himself safe after he peeked.
But Mr's Roothe spoke to the cameras, and they snitched.
So she dialed the police and they drove him to a jail
Where he will spend the next twelve months of his life.

Brandon Booth did not think he'd go to jail,
But the Judge did not even grant him bail
So now he has to risk broken bones
Having been placed in the same cell as Mr. Roothe.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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