Fate.

Some futures may be destined.

Prophecies come true.

Please put this where you found it.

It wasn't meant for you.


What is this nonsense about?

click here for 'behind the poem'

The invite


The invite says.

'Come to my argument on Saturday'.




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The Dam


You might be the grit

that makes the weight

that breaks the wall.

You might be the pebble

that makes the ripple

that breaks the dam.


Every small good thing you do

makes big things possible.

Vincent


Some people just look creepy,

Some people look so mean,

Some people you don't take to,

Some people look too clean,

Can you ever tell from looking?

The nasty and the nice?

The special people passing by

you wouldn't look at twice.


Will

Will I

Will I ever

Will I ever get

Will I ever get these

Will I ever get these words right

The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time and wind.

What is your secret?

gp@gorillapoet.org

Happiness.

Sometimes, happiness does not come

in big boxes received.

Sometimes it comes in small boxes given.


Life is like an onion.


Life is like an onion,

there's none should go to waste

but you might just have to cry a bit,

to appreciate the taste.



Who are you-


I don't know who you are,

Are you far away?

Grieving, thieving, stealing?

Sitting on a bench, a bus?

What does this mean ?


Are you happy, carefree,

walking home,

or sitting on the loo?

Will you snap this on your phone?

on your tablet,

Will you spoil it,

reply,

or drop it down the toilet?

Cast


A waste of time.


 Is this just a waste of time?

A matchbox and a silly rhyme?

Does it intrigue,

is life a lottery

Is this a ticket to explore

life whatifery?




you?