Pearls of beauty cost time and luck.
Pearls of wisdom spend lives in muck.
Pearls displayed on treasured chest,
not the pearls that pearl’s love best.
A pearl adorned was a life we shuck,
a pearls death when freed from muck.
Wisdom counters folly’s haste.
Pearls of nature are not to waste.
Muddy visions count the buck.
Oceans clear drown in muck.
Seas to rise in polar heat
Saving pearls from Follies Street
Pearls of wisdom we won’t pluck,
When life returns to natures muck.
The End
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When life adds lemons to salty tears,
One can blend with Tequila, slug a few beers.
These ades to aid will quench our cares,
Peeling the rind of all our fears.
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But mornings return, suns will rise,
Burning fog in heads and eyes.
A cure’s not a cure if demise.
Perhaps today lemonade’s wise.
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The End
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Oven door’s open.
Gas on high, how many flicks –
To blow the roof off?
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Broken windows thwart.
Frustration and failure collude.
Death escapes my grasp.
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Fail another way.
To wish for another day.
When black fades to gray.
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