Poetry by Tiem

Poetry by Tiem

Estimated origin of creation: 05/98

Estimated Title: Better Than A Mere Sweet

I am what I am;

I can not be doubled;

So I must be quite noble;

I am better than a mere sweet;

but can only accomplish certain feats;

I am quiet like the three blind mice;

I am nothing but a mere roll of the dice;

So give everything to chance;

I know you will pant;

Accept me as I am;

I am's what I am.

Poetry by Tiem

Estimated origin of creation: 06/98

Estimated Title: Hark! The Hills Doth Roam

Hark! The hills do roam;

The waves do foam;

Watch through the corner of your eye;

Watch as you see your kinsmen try;

But to no avail;

Their faces turn to pale;

If you Live to See Past Day;

You may be to tired to roll in hay.

Poetry by Tiem

The Prose Poem #1 Estimated origin of creation: From my mind and my penny

Estimated Title: The Mighty Penny

Once upon a dime and twice upon a time, not a penny less and not any time more. I beg to differ, that I am not pennyless. With only the might of pennies within a vicinity of poverty, giving alms to the poor, my heart grows and keeps me pure.

Poetry by Tiem

Estimated origin of creation: 06/10/99

Estimated Title: The Preacher Poem

I preached on the little streets;

'felt just a little bit down;

I saw a little bit of a face looking down on her feet;

' thought it was my own, but she had a little bit of a frown.

And so I thought it was an Angel to be;

And how would it ever be for such a pretty soul to be sad -

when all the Angels could see.

When all the Angels were dancin' around;

Smiling and all in awe - she was about to fall;

So they came with their shallow crowns;

She was afraid to be - so she gave one last call.

I told her she was free; so she fled on three;

Like an Angel on its flight;

Now I was in a plight.

The End

Poetry by Tiem

Estimated origin of creation: 06/10/99

Estimated Title: Not so little, but rather in the middle.

Through the meadows, I became a merry fellow;

Not so little but rather in the middle;

In the middle I found a lonely and daring riddle;

Dotted with snow the day soon shivered like a harsh and cold drizzle.

Poetry by Tiem

Estimated origin of creation: 06/10/99

Estimated Title: The Preacher Poem

I relive my relief to a little boys bite;

An orange to a days delight;

Courage and bravery, true strength is my sight;

A little one bids goodnight;

Now I know my plight;

I am proud now, as I stand in light;

Watch me as I take flight;

Apples a day keep the doctors away;

Oranges I deploy to go his way;

Bananas deserve a little play;

Cherries finally stay;

How often do grapes make a person shine until late?;

Risen grapes test my states;

(Continued)

March is before and may this boys sight be a-okay;

Perfect enough to be a one of a kind;

In order to relive my relief that love is blind.

So that my other senses would get a chance to be better than mine.

Then I would hand over my quite essential frown that is so sublime.

Michaengelo is hopefully now eternal.

Please believe and ask of us now.

Together again let us make a dwarven and elvish vow.

So we may sow a war within our souls.

Mending wisdom wishing to relive the fruits of our golden plight.

The End

(Clue: Experience teaches us to divide and conquer)

and that unity is leadership if you have it in mind.

Poetry by Tiem

Poetry by Tiem

Estimated origin of creation: 11/04

Estimated Title: Rising Dew: A painter's will

To thine own self be true;

Rising to morning dew;

Our will and strength renewed;

For our happiness;

We live painting a paintfull of painted mess;

To clean but not until;

We have leaned on the art we must fullfill;

Gently we lean on gentle life stills;

Peacefully with return are the rewards of the

Painterly Will.

Poetry by Tiem

Estimated origin of creation: 05/98

Estimated Title: The Royal Courthouse

I am but a sinner in thy royal court;

I have done wrong of all sorts;

To you I understand I am not fair;

From plan to plan;

From strategy to strategy;

From Tactic to tactics;

To you I know that I am not fair;

But I understand my covenant to you;

Is caring and by caring I give comfort to the Lord;

I am but a sinner in thy Royal Court;

Every Strategy;

Every Tactic;

Every Plan;

Is cause to forgive the iniquities of my youth.

Poetry by Tiem

Estimated origin of creation: 06/10/99

Estimated Title: Yet Unknown

Once wanted to be the better Don Juan;

Beguiling dames, I found one in a maze;

I was quite glad her guy went to the Jon;

Each passing moment I grew fond to gaze;

Cold or warm seasons I cried when she cried;

And thus... Even when I did not know why;

Soon you won't say that I had never tried;

Knowing day and night - This chance would die;

To my delight she was there each morning;

Within a cafe's mad slurping meadow;

Her face was truthfull husbands were frowning;

Happy I became a merry fellow;

I gave her more than a hundred roses;

Thinking I was greater than Moses.

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