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Softly lay one down
Ears caressed, wind's whispers speak
White Autumn Blossoms
The cackling hens
Could not take away the peace
Of calm fall water
Sunshine overhead
Shady morning trees walking
October birdsong
Twin Pines sparrows flight
Standing in the morning light
Pumpkins, Autumn bright
Fall rain, sun's sharp rays
Butterfly quivering fade
Floral horizon
A sliver of peach
Cool against purple abyss
Autumn moon silence
Blind hidden sorrow
Dried up joy melting the heart
Silent winter tears
The more pure love is
Less faults in the heart to find
Early comes the Spring
Little pretty one
Laid low in stormy showers
Summer Rose standing
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Writing - with audio
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Writing is a type of mania
But without those less desirable
side affects of other self indulgent
behaviors. It helps one to shed the
straight jacket and washes cool
The burning fires of the soul
Refreshing ever those musty places
Trapped deep within
Giving voice to
Subterranean soundings.
Writing is a type of mania
But without those less desirable
side affects of other self indulgent
behaviors. It helps one to shed the
straight jacket and washes cool
The burning fires of the soul
Refreshing ever those musty places
Trapped deep within
Giving voice to
Subterranean soundings.
Animals - with audio
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FOX
The fox once caught
Will try to convince
His captor that he
Is the one ensnared
PIG FOR A STY
A pig for a sty
A ring for his nose
A laborer wallowing
In food, drink and mud
A slaughter
OLD BEAR
The old bear
Will not leave the trash
Unless shot
He dies a slow
Ugly death
Yet allow him to live
Again and Again
To the trash he goes
Close by the house
Until one day
A life is taken
THE COCK CROWS
The cock crows
Nudged by the unseen
So that the world
Might know
That all
Have been cared for
During the night
A LION'S LIFE
A lion's life
Full of pride
Is a lonely life
Swimming In The Tides - with audio
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No need to sit and wait
One block falls another is set in its place
A baby is born an old man dies
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from the dead
Reflect and Remember - with audio
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Attack not the body
But the mind
Memory is a dancer
Just beyond my reach
So, I am learning to dance
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