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cedar, cypress and pine co-mingle
in symbiotic union ...
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Conscious of grace and
breathing space ...
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They wander through this dusty cloud,
While pond'ring what is said, too loud ...
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Rhyme and meter, artful norms - Free verse? - No not today!
So here’s my poem, ‘bout all the rest and shared in my own way ...
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You’ll never know how oft I go
Inside my mind to find ...
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Springtime is about change ...
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We cope with life’s sweet misery
Find friend in those who understand ...
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The signs had never been posted,
“Going out of business sale!”
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A Fowl and Miss Fussy-Bat went to tea,
To a beautiful castle remote.
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He was called Yemassee ... ...
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The leaves were cupped
and ready for their morning bath ...
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If you can claim the art of heartfelt healing
applying due respect to all you do ... ... ...
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Let words, like hands, unite - maintain
And steer each course with steady rein ...
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in present time ...
with present song!
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I'd like you to have this white paper rose
That I'm offering now to you ...
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It’s a lullaby for lolling
While the breath breathes out a tear ...
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Though steadfast course may seem abstract,
intention’s way will homage steer ...
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She was saving them for that glorious time
and her first waltz up heaven’s bright stairs ...
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then give to love
what you want from love ...
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And though they’re smart they cannot choose
Just who their masters are ...
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The newsmen wanted a statement, hounding with usual guile,
"I'm a survivor" was all she said, quick as a wink with a smile!
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Found freedom’s not a gift from man
But place where mind can go ... ... ...
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Into each season, came thunder and lightning ~
Warm winds of change brought a new slant of view.
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Time’s tide expels from ravaged seas
the flesh of one forlorn ...
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Assured that true love must resemble this,
Who wouldn’t run with a child-like bliss?
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I can think of nothin’ finer than the joy of surf and sand,
All my senses stand elated - sated by this promised land.
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Your words that refrain are a legacy,
A taste of embrace ~ My sweet cup of tea ...
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May those that know -- let voices chime
A strain of peace ...
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One tiny notion
arose, with love in mind ~
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A rose with thorns, when gently grasped
Will share its breath with sweetest form ...
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My world is never black, nor white,
Nor seen without the soul or heart ~
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