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At ease, my friend, at ease:
From warring factions find relief,
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Burning, yearning, unquenchable thirst; Drink it in the morning, first things first.
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The Cool Dude wore a black beret; Dark sun glasses on a cloudy day,
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Early morning rain falls gently on my face, A mist to cool the burning ache inside -
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always the rain comes
when I am not yet ready -
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She was a lovely lady
From the shores of Michigan,
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There is power in your virtue
To enable you to cope;
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Every spring the cherry tree
Puts on her wedding gown,
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I am a man of little worth,
of little note, of no degree,
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The Sage of Tara Hill
588 BC - shortly after Jerusalem was pillaged by the Babylonians
by Hoosierpoet
66 lines, 3 comments,
on Mar 19 11:11 AM 2008
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Rejected, despised, and desposed of;
Wasting away, cursed,
by Hoosierpoet
29 lines, 4 comments,
on Mar 18 10:52 PM 2008
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To see the world through the eyes of a child
Is to cover up everything stale and old:
by Hoosierpoet
35 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 15 11:06 PM 2008
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With love, and love's devotion dwell:
Two hearts betrothed, a wedding bell,
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As a cool breeze in the heat of summer,
You came into my life when I least expected it;
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To be with you is all that I will need -
As long as God is there to bless and lead.
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November winds exacerbate October's dying breath,
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High on a wooden pedestal,
Carved from a sacred cinder block;
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Out in the meadow the sunset is blest,
Kalaidiscope colors awash in the west;
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Our neighbors had a quirky cat,
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Come Follow me children,
Take hold of my hand;
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Awful poems are prudish poems,
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A blessed gift
That will endure
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The Spirit says submit to Him,
Yes, heed the words He taught;
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There once was a hoot owl that hooted,
But the best hoot he hooted was muted;
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Teddy bear; always a step ahead
Of the crowd.
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Hang on Willie boy, hang on strong,
Even though everything's turned out wrong;
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We shared the misty moonlight
And we shared the morning star,
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Earth's star rises ardently,
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There once lived a man in a cardboard box;
His roof and floor were made of rocks,
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Eight barracuda babies swimming in the sea,
Shining eyes flashing with their curiosity:
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There's the smell of budding clover in the meadows,
There's the scent of violets blooming in the glen;
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A dusty gravel road went by
The house where I was born.
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Cedar's in the air;
hanging dense and sweet,
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