Life maintained, bleak, angry is the pain.
Darkness walks by my side, life I cannot
abide. My thoughts find no comfort I have
searched everywhere. Silence, graceless,
hopelessness, spent intent and fright. Defaced,
a wilting world, nothing sacred, lonely souls
waning whirl. What lays in the end, weakening
breath, the door to death I have no regret.
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Silent was the wind in the
final hour, pride swelled anger
subsided; amazement grew in
the fearful and the brave. Many
upon the earth lay slain; whose
victory will be claimed. Cries filled
the air, the earth shook, fearful they
tried to be strong, what in life had
gone wrong. Deep wounds, bullet in
the heart, the people, and their country
falling apart. Moon light filled the night
while bellowing clouds darkened the
furious fight. Cruel slaughter followed
their path, lies and deceit brought on
wrath. Hope flew away on the wings of
fear, women and children stand in blood
and tears. Heads filled with bitter despair,
tomorrow all will be dead.
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ECHOING IMAGES FORM THE SOUL
HONEYSUCKLE MEMORIES
BEYOND THE VOICES
REFLECTIONS OF POETRY
JOURNEY INTO ART
His walk, his sitting,
the desire of him and
admiration, his humor
if talking, he is love.
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Words written, foolish things,
placed upon the blank sheet; a
humming poet becomes an artist
selling canvas upon a busy street.
Waiting an eternity to have the
painting bring a price; giving the
poet time to write. Not wanting
praise, but to give meaning to the
hunger days, rhymes read, know
that there was delight when someone
liked to read the stories, this would
be the poets crowning glory.
Recognition of the long days and nights,
living with hunger and fright, to write an
immortal poem remembered like an Angel’s
song, this is the poet’s wish before life is over,
before they are gone.
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Like the Phoenix, I have lived long,
reinvented and rejuvenated from life
experiences, reborn in spirit, I ask; where
do I belong. I stand alone, lived things
that too many are unknown. Happiness
never found, worthless are my desires,
quiet kindling of the fires, burned by the
flame, born, dying, they are the same. I
want to believe that the angels will be
there and in their arms I will ascend, I want
to believe that time will live beyond the end.
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