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As The Eagles Soar

I want to get high. I want to go as high As the eagles soar. Way up high where The tree tops sway. They sway all night And sway all day. I never want to land. I want to keep flying. Because tomorrow I may be dying. A poem by Garry Ventura © 2025 Garry Ventura

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Goodbye

I'm having nightmares Of being pushed from The top of a skyscraper I wake in a cold sweat I tried to calm myself But could not fall Back to a deep sleep I think this is a sign Of things to come I think this will be The way I leave This torturous life To you, I would say “I love you, goodbye” A poem by Garry Ventura © 2025 Garry Ventura

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One Of My Best Friend Is Trans

One of my best Friends is trans. He is my equal. I love him like I would love a Son. I am glad to Call him a friend. I would fight To the death For him. I hope he feels The same About me. I hope we are Friends for A lifetime. If it were up To me, We would be. A poem by Garry Ventura © 2025 Garry Ventura

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The Audiophile

I'm an audiophile. A lover of quality music. To me, it's all about the Quality of sound, and The best recreation Of the music. I love music. All genres. Anything from Bach, To Rock, and everything In-between. Music enhances my mood. Whether I'm happy or sad, I'm always in the mood To listen to a good song. Won't you listen too? Are you an audiophile also? A poem by Garry Ventura © 2025 Garry…

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Forgive/Forget

I never forgive. I never forget. The way you Fucked me over. You will regret... A poem by Garry Ventura © 2025 Garry Ventura

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A Night By The Fire

I love sitting by the fireAt my friend’s houseAs the sun sets intoDarkness.We would smoke weedAnd having fun. LaughingAnd joking enjoying the fireAnd friendships.A poem by Garry Ventura© 2024 Garry Ventura

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A Day In The Life

Hanging out on my front stoop Watching the world go by. From dusk to dawn I sit. Hoping someone will stop. I wait for hours every day. I was waiting to share a conversation. Sometimes I go days without A person stopping by, but I always put myself out there For that once-in-a-lifetime Conversation of conversations. A poem by Garry Ventura © 2024 Garry Ventura

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Memories

Memories slide to the wayside, Like lost dreams. One after another, I forget each memory. They may return one day, But more than likely, not. I am old and burnt out, But each day I rise, And get on with my days, And each night I sign off, And disappear into nothing. A poem by Garry Ventura © 2024 Garry Ventura

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A Delicate Breeze

A delicate breeze touched her cheek, as she waited for the bus, that Saturday evening. She was carrying an umbrella under her left hand, and a coffee, sweet to taste, in the right. We waited together that Saturday. I couldn't ask for her number. I was too shy. But she gave it to me anyway, Because she felt I was a nice guy. After hours of waiting, I finally called. The next week I saw her, in the…

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My Sweet Love

I would give my last penny, To see you again. I would give my last bite To keep you fed. I would fly to the moon, If I could have you back. I will tell you my story, And listen to yours. I dream about you Day and night. I had a dream I held you tight. My sweet love, I know it's right. A poem by Garry Ventura © 2024 Garry Ventura

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A Poem From A Dirty Old Man

Her pours wept with sweat As he touched her softly. She quivered out the words, “give me more.” He grabs her breast and She heaved forward in a Passionate exchange. Deep penetrating kisses It makes their blood boil. Their hands roam with Delight. She touched his masculine Chest. She felt his heart race. That's when she went down. He followed shortly after. She was so wet. And he was so hard. They…

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Dreams

I touched the stars in my dreams. A rainbow of love, it does seem. To be a rolling stone. To be on top of the world. A poem by Garry Ventura © 2024 Garry Ventura .

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Self -Abuse

My drug of choice is more. I can never be too drunk or high. It is a disease of the body and mind. It is a killer of millions. And it will probably kill me too. Maybe not from active use, But by long-term abuse of my body and mind. A poem by Garry Ventura © 2024 Garry Ventura

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It Has Been A Long Life

As a child, I daydream for hours. I did this at home, school, and everywhere else. They said I was lazy. They said I was immature. As a teen, and up from there, I was one of your average, run-of-the-mill, addicts. I was angry. I was depressed. I was manic. I was out of my fucking mind. I drank way too much. I popped too many pills. But at the age of twenty-three, I cleaned up. Unfortunately, at…

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Live In The Present

Another week is about to end. Another day forward. I'm not looking back again. Live in the present. Not in the past You never know What tomorrow will bring. I hope for the best. And fuck the rest. A poem by Garry Ventura © 2024 Garry Ventura

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Golden Lily

I gave her a golden lily To put in her garden bed She looked at me with loving eyes And this is what she said: “I love you deeply And I can not lie I hope we wed soon Or I will die” A poem by Garry Ventura © 2024 Garry Ventura

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I Saw Death

When I saw her, I saw death. A trampled heart, growing cold. I wanted nothing but to love her. A tangled web of lies and hate. A dying light, a burning ember. Will flicker out, without surrender. A broken love can sometimes mend. A shattered heart means a certain end. A poem by Garry Ventura © 2024 Garry Ventura