rhythmic poetry

#fakepost | Vagabonding Poet

Lies, like wives in their guise
Stringing their husbands in a vice
Like Mice, oh so nice
That oh my, It shines in those lines
Those fine lines between signs
And its rhymes, it’s sublime
And yes, that’s not mine
He wines and dines the girl
But that’s not fine
Who is she, she’s not mine
But it’s all fake, it’s okay
Cause at the end, it’s just, Hey.
It’s fate. What you say?
I have no faith. That it’s okay.
Because faith is fake and fate is
Checkmate.
Who they are. Are they who you are?

Life Beat | Peggy Zabicki

Train goes by
Work gets done
Fights are fought
Songs are sung

Floors get swept
Eggs are cooked
Books are read
Naps are took

Kids are kissed
Birds get fed
Clothes are washed
Lessons read

Dreams are dreamt
Babes are rocked
Train goes by
Doors are locked

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