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    • Well everyone, three weeks and Im gonna be the father of a baby boy. Words cant describe how excited I am. Also a little scared. Ive posted a song that Im workin on let me know how you like it.

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    true test of my artistry...Can you figure it out?


    I spend my days searching for treasure.
    Though its not made of silver or gold.
    To obtain it means a lifetime of pleasure
    Though it cannot be bought or sold
    This treasure can never be owned
    Only held and admired through time.
    This treasure can become your downfall
    or the reason for your rhyme
    People have died for this treasure
    People have killed for it too
    Do you know what it is that I speak of?
    Are you searching for it too?

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    cousinsoren commented on Treasure


    Poet Country Poet mischievously sets us to guess what is the treasure he sings about. This little puzzle is a perfect poetic gem ! My rating ...................a full 10.

    DalainaRenee commented on Treasure


    Freedom is worth fighting for! And I like the expression in this piece! And the hidden meanings easily read between the lines!! Well thought out!

    sammia commented on Treasure


    The treasure that we all seek would be love and freedom. I seek the treasure of love at the moment even though I am married I still seek that most valuable treasure.

    mistynites26 commented on Treasure


    hummmm so many things could be put in that, freedom, happiness.......I would say love for me as that is what I've been searching for for so long now.....very good write country baby....

    mamasan commented on Treasure


    We are all searching for something unless we have become static; but your rhyme is mysterious and reminds me of code. Yes, I too at my age is still searching and the search i make is one of the most costly jewels yet fragile....its called 'freedom to pursue ones' right to happiness' in their own way. It is fragile because if they are sold a bill of rights with it; that is where the problem comes in........

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    countrychaos’s Poems (12)

    Title Comments
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    untitled 0
    Sins of a Soldier 14
    Colors 5
    Christmas In Iraq 9
    Treasure 7
    Fire Fight 5
    Looking Back 7
    Mortar 4
    A New Pair of Shoes 6
    Still I Will Stand 3
    Death 2
    Our Life 2