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Green Fields
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Musing: Morning Rain
There’s a spark outside Like a strange thunderclap Hailing his younger cousin Waking the town from her slumber Pushing fear into the hearts of many But for those who know the trick Now it rains with might The whole town goes damp Drawing long straight lines Which no man can draw better The crystal rain…
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The tale of a Descendant
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Can you see God?
On the morning sun rising solemnly Behind my cotton curtain And thru my eyes, tired and weary He smiles through the clouds Blessing the fields with corn In the waterfalls that give lively sounds He rides the thunder storm He lets the rain feed the livestock The grains, the chicken and the worms With dew…
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Cold Nights of August
The clouds are dark blue The skies painted with many hue The wind sifts about the way Pushing the turbans away The heights of the mountains Lay quiet, near the Lions den The clouds hung motionless Awaiting the Judges case A hopeful evening Turned to one, windy And here the storm just began Making all…
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The Days Dream
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Who had seen Zeus and his might
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Dew
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A Word of Encouragement…
In the Book of Genesis, it is stated that God, who has all Supremacy, Creativity, Wisdom, Knowledge, and Understanding, created man in His image. Therefore, we are essentially mini versions of Him. This means that we possess all the tools and know-how to accomplish something spectacular. The Lord paired His words with actions. So, we…
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A Poets Tale
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August
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The Bee
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A Psalm, again.
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The Kiss
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Haiku: Frail bones
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A Strange Night
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A muse: Stormy Night
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You, my Inspiration
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A Muse: The Corn and The Beetle
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The House on the Road
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Dreams from the Front
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Haiku: The Bridge
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A tale of Poetry
When poetry came upon the Earth There was but a very little A clan full of self-hate The lengths of the Earth grew brittle And many foundations could”nt hold The forests were full of heart wrenching thorns The deserts with man hungry cactus, so bold That the dreams of men lay forlorn The Whistling pines…
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Muse: This Night
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A farmers smile
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Haiku: God Everywhere
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The Winds Tale: A call of the Hills
The call of the hills… On a night dark as pitch We stay listening to the swooshing trees And the strange call up the hills… A tornado of wind come surfing down Pushing the brushes and woods apart Sending both man, child and pets scrambling Tall and strong wild palms bend double Threatening to crush…
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Angels
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Haiku: Golden Corn
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Musing: The Love I have
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Wonder says I
15.10.08 If men were to create themselves Then mirrors shall become gladiatory arenas And the Earth, an epitome of cruelty If ants could build skyscrapers Though centuries it must take Yet it would portray Natures wisdom If crocodiles were to be executioners In moments crooks become stories But for criminals there would be none If…
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Three Poems
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Lullaby: The Rain on the Roof
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Muse: Out in the Sunshine
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The meaning of: a Diamond
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Haiku: Love
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A Lovers Delight
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The Legend of the Cretian Minotaur
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The Summers Tale
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The Clan and The Day
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Who I Love
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Haiku, from The Descendants of The Rainmakers
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Musing: Cold Mornings
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Lost Love
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The Descendant, a rains incantation
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Lullabic
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The Old Man and The Bulb
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Musing: The Sugar Ant
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Haiku: To A Heart That Beats My Rhythm