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Poetry and Paradise: March 2010
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The haunting flute of the Indian. Whispers and weaves through The reeds. And there The Great Spirit Travails. For all of the white man's Misdeeds. Where the natives have L. Before their great trail of tears. You can still hear their voices Cry out. From the earth, lo, for all of These years. Bang the drum where their Voices now carry. Light a fire to signal on high. The Great Spirit still grieves For the red man. If you listen you might hear Him cry. If only I were appointed judge in the land!
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Poetry and Paradise: Sail Away
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She waits as dawn approaches. tales of the sea, and the gale winds approaching. Gently tossed to and fro, she cools her heels in the folk lore. Of the morning. They will come, of that she is sure. Yea, she hangs her hat on it. And when she has been spent for the day, as the gloaming looms in the distance, tis there she scatters her pinings to the wind. The morrow has quickly cast her into the dusky shadows. Ahead, where she will rock, gently tossed to and fro, awaiting her next venture out to sea.
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Poetry and Paradise: December 2012
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She waits as dawn approaches. tales of the sea, and the gale winds approaching. Gently tossed to and fro, she cools her heels in the folk lore. Of the morning. They will come, of that she is sure. Yea, she hangs her hat on it. And when she has been spent for the day, as the gloaming looms in the distance, tis there she scatters her pinings to the wind. The morrow has quickly cast her into the dusky shadows. Ahead, where she will rock, gently tossed to and fro, awaiting her next venture out to sea.
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Poetry and Paradise: Red on Gray
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Tapping on my window pane. It's cold, do I even care? The windows all covered in frost. Do you think you're bringing hope? Like a Soviet banner. Love, on cold pavement. The barreness of Russia. What do you think your love is? Unfurling in the wind. Don't force love on me. Should I bow to you? All writings on this blog are original unless indicated otherwise. Get the Inside Scoop! The Inside Scoop on God. Promote your Page too. HAVE A LITTLE COMPASSION.
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Poetry and Paradise: For Wyatt
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Your hands smell of fish. I can barely keep up. Places where you once ran. He's just a boy". I sing to the world. Offer up your praises. Your affections, where he began". He's just a boy. Soon he'll reach for the stars. He'll climb and fall. He'll scrape his knee. He's just a boy. All writings on this blog are original unless indicated otherwise. Get the Inside Scoop! The Inside Scoop on God. Promote your Page too. HAVE A LITTLE COMPASSION.
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Poetry and Paradise: August 2010
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Let the river rock you like a cradle. Climb to the treetops, child, if you're able. Let your hands tie a knot across the table. Come and touch the things you cannot feel. And close your fingertips and fly where I can't hold you. Let the sun-rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you. And maybe you can sing to me the words I just told you,. If all the things you feel ain't what they seem. And don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream. The mocking bird sings each different song. If all the things yo...
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Poetry and Paradise: October 2009
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They followed its course. The whole earth in labor. Gives birth to despair. And wallows in fields of remorse. No longer to dream. Or hang all their hopes. Lo, death and despair. Have followed them there. And wrapped all their. The sky all grey and smoky. A lonely autumn day. I gingerly step out. Unsure of how to pray. A single yellow leaf. Floats across the sky. I watch it sailing by. My heart, in scattered pieces. Soars with the yellow leaf. Though sorrow is my comfort. Its stay here is but brief.
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Poetry and Paradise: Death at Sea
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Your waves are so inviting. Swirling stillness all around. Where dark thoughts are hiding. Ensconced in royal velvet. Drink the cup of painless death. And it will be alright. Oh my beautiful dark sea. And diamond studded sky. Your quiet strength reminds me. What, oh God, am I? Let God wash you in His Love. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there;. If I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn,.
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Poetry and Paradise: September 2012
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Gazing out my window. In the blue black of night. You were all… white lights. And royal navy sky. You held brilliance In your hand. A vision of grandeur. If only I could wipe. Those stars from my eyes. If only I could remain. 8230; As a child. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). All writings on this blog are original unless indicated otherwise. Get the Inside Scoop! The Inside Scoop on God. Promote your Page too. HAVE A LITTLE COMPASSION.
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Poetry and Paradise: September 2010
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Your waves are so inviting. Swirling stillness all around. Where dark thoughts are hiding. Ensconced in royal velvet. Drink the cup of painless death. And it will be alright. Oh my beautiful dark sea. And diamond studded sky. Your quiet strength reminds me. What, oh God, am I? Let God wash you in His Love. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there;. If I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn,.
