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POEMS!!!: May 2009
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Would you still read what I wrote? If I were here, talking of joy. Had not a shade of pain to share. Would you still think of me? And of what I wrote, what I thought? If every time I wrote, I won. And wrote not of any fall. I would write but erase all pain. And all you read was joy,. If I would not write. Of experience, dull and bright. But sound every day, right. My days however, in spite. Would you still read my words? Glorified is pain. in art and words, in real and unreal. To suffer in vain?
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POEMS!!!: April 2009
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I aM hApPy FoR mE. I don't hear voices, my heart is calm. Tried to write, but cannot start. I have dreams, am sure something there. I am wishing for, but I do not want. Is this just now? Am I cold. or did I forget. What life was, before the present. Am I confused. or is this peace. Am I not used to life this decent? I am looking forward to. Something I can't envision. I am just plain excited. About every day, every season. I have dreams.happy they must be. As I wake up every morning.being happy for me.
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POEMS!!!: March 2010
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I am trying I swear, I have changed color,. And also the page. But I cannot get, more than words few,. Out of my head . Am I trying too hard? Or has it been too long? My moods are not bad,. In my head, there's my song! I love the weather,. The snow is gone though,. Warm it seems around. A walking I can go. But I wonder what the matter is,. I cant come up with anything,. For weeks so long I have been. Trying to, but not writing. I know there will be a flood. After a little time. To block, I may try,.
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POEMS!!!: September 2009
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Daffodils - William Wordsworth. Daffodils - William Wordsworth. I wandered lonely as a cloud. That floats on high o'er vales and hills,. When all at once I saw a crowd,. A host, of golden daffodils;. Beside the lake, beneath the trees,. Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine. And twinkle on the milky way,. They stretched in never-ending line. Along the margin of a bay:. Ten thousand saw I at a glance,. Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. A poet could not be but gay,.
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POEMS!!!: June 2013
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A little drop of water I will be. When a little drop of water. I will hang on to a ray. And climb it up onto a cloud. And travel here and travel there. I will find you there, of this I am sure. Going about your day as you do. And I will follow you and hear you. Curse for it to rain. I will wait until you cry aloud. Irritated that you need it to pour. And then I would tease some more. Send you a breeze, maybe a clap of thunder. And when you stop to care,. I will follow you and see you go. Posted by M A.
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POEMS!!!: August 2009
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I am tired and done. Its long, a long long way. I need to get there. There is no other way. I had seen light,. It came this way. But this is so hard. Every minute every day. On the other end,. It was dark,. Of this world. Really. I was tired,. Of hope, not a ray. I said no word,. Not a tear was left. All I really did. And stinky and sad. And not a ray. It was that way. For a very long time. And I dint know where. I was, here or there. And though no more,. This was the only way. That made any sense.
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POEMS!!!: December 2008
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For a while now,I am trying to say. What, I know not. I started to write. Many a morning bright. On some snowy evenings. On gloomy a night. I start it happy. I start it sad. I start it dancing. Like the stars tonight. But then i come forth. With a line or two. That make no sense. Read however I do. Well the sky is a painting. With lots of stars and light. I started to say something. I know that for right. But here I am at the end. And there is nothing said. And I know not. What, I was trying to say.
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POEMS!!!: March 2011
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Time has grown wings. There used to be a breeze. But now a wind blows. Posted by M A. What is this tune? I hum this tune, all day all the time. I cannot get it out of my head. It has been there forever. And overwhelms me at unexpected times. With it comes nostalgia. As if they go together. And then I cannot get either out. Until they choose to themselves. It is such a pleasant tune. It must’ve been really special. Fresh like the dew. Dizzy after turning in circles. Like the clean breeze in the face.
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POEMS!!!: A little drop of water I will be
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A little drop of water I will be. When a little drop of water. I will hang on to a ray. And climb it up onto a cloud. And travel here and travel there. I will find you there, of this I am sure. Going about your day as you do. And I will follow you and hear you. Curse for it to rain. I will wait until you cry aloud. Irritated that you need it to pour. And then I would tease some more. Send you a breeze, maybe a clap of thunder. And when you stop to care,. I will follow you and see you go. Posted by M A.
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POEMS!!!: May 2010
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Snowy evening - Robert frost. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though;. He will not see me stopping here. To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer. To stop without a farmhouse near. Between the woods and frozen lake. The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake. To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep. Of easy wind and downy flake. Posted by M A. There ...
