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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff


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On Guns and Hearts

On Owning a gun and giving one’s heart:

It should only be given to a person who can responsibly care for it.

It should only be possessed by a person of sound mind.

It should only be accepted by one who knows he consequences of misuse.

*Somebody reminded my yesterday that poetry can be used to make a stand and my stand is responsible gun ownership.

I think one important key to determining responsibility is complying with a strict protocol on dispensing gun licenses. You wouldn’t give a license to a person not fit to drive, and so should it be for a person not fit to own a weapon.

Once Upon a Princess

For Princess Di

I dug deep into my stash of scratch paper for this poem. It definitely reflected my youth, and my obvious naivete. I was still young-ish when Princess Diana of Wales died tragically. She was a very popular princess, and even until now, when you search the word ‘princess’ on Google, her name would come out as the top suggestion. Though I never admitted it or showed support, I think I might have liked her (or the idea of her). After all, I was sad enough to make a poem in her memory. ‘Nuff said.

I saw her life flashed on TV
She blossomed into such beauty

I read her story on the daily
Ruined by her own family

I covered my ears when she
Was murdered by paparazzi

Truth ruined my fantasy
Of life in the lap of luxury

But then again…

If death is of certainty
I’d still rather be royalty.

The Stress of (Social) Climbing

Don’t spill, don’t fall
Don’t drop the ball
Don’t slip, don’t trip
In heels, but be quick

Don’t you dare cry
Smile, don’t ask why
Shake hands and greet
So many to meet

This is your life
A climber’s wife
Just gloss your pout
And eat your trout.

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