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I decided to visit,
a church one day.
I went in to listen,
here's what they had to say.
Some sang, some preached,
some testified,
how their old self was dead
"and buried" they cried.
I filled out their...
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I thought I saw the Lady cry ~
beneath her glory and might
I thought I saw her shed a tear ~
beneath the New York sky
I thought I saw her shoulders, heavy ~
laden with empty sorrow
I thought I saw her close her eyes ~
praying...
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I recall an open field where I used to play
Where dandelions grew
Where tall grass danced in the gentle breeze
and the soil was rich with dew
It wasn't rather large, quite small, I may say
But the field was filled with memories
of a...
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His journey is far beyond the realm of which we know
but the weary, old man must make it now alone
As he walks his gentle path, he turns to glance once more
looking back at years of all he's loved and known
Slowly he bares down and...
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How odd it be to hear an owl
on a midsummer's day
When the sun is bright and clouds are few
not a breeze or any rain
I wonder why he speaks
To whom I do not know
Perhaps he greets the hallow wind
that echos thru the...
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There's a path in the woods
were light trickles thru
on crisp autumn leaves
and sparkling, wet dew
Amongst the pale mushrooms
and rich, ebony earth
there's an oak by a creek
and a towering, River Birch
And...
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If only trees could speak
I wonder what they'd say
If they'd tell of long, gone stories
of way back in the day
Where warriors fell beneath them
and lovers carved their names
Of raging storms that blew thru them
and of...
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Through the eyes of a child, the whole world is waiting there
In the core of his soul, happiness is everywhere
Through the eyes of a child, a blade of grass is simply green
In his heart, warm and tender, time is endless —...
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Two statues of stone, handcarved by a chizel
In a park, they stand ~ stately and beautiful
Across the lonesome park, they gaze at each other
Thru the seasons of time ~ unspoken love for one another
In the early spring, patrons come and...
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Out on the Western prairies,
While riding after stock,
A cowboy met a shepherd
A-tending to his flock.
The herder asked the cowboy
If he would like to stay
To join him in a little drink
And put some grub away.
The cowboy...
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I was laying round town just spending my time,
Out of a job and not makin' a dime,
When up steps a feller and he says, "I suppose
That you're a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes?"
He guesses me right....
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A is for an Angel whose sent from heaven above
B for Beauty, innocence and of course Love
C is for Carols, we sing them at Yuletide
D for Princess Diana, so young when she died
E for Elvis Presley his love for rock and roll
F for Aretha...
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My mind is a place that holds thoughts and dreams untold
A secretive place for myself to dwell alone
Until I decide is the time my dreams to unfold
Dreams of a magical and mystical land.
My mind is a place to leave reality behind
To...
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Deep within the forest, you will see the fairy glen
Once you've seen its mysteries you will come back again
Hold your breath now, count to ten the gate is now in sight
Just make a wish to enter now and things will turn out right
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On a calm still summer evening when the sun's gone down,
If you tiptoe very carefully and you don't make a sound,
Listen very carefully now as their very hard to hear,
The fairies they are whispering but you must never fear.
If...
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You were so precious to the world and me
Beauty, innocence and compassion in your face we'd see
You always put others before yourself
No change in your kindness was seen with wealth
You were a Fairytale Princess our hearts you...
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It commenced its voyage on an ocean of dreams As passengers boarded children's' happy screams There was elegance and poverty the rich and the poor All had the same fate ending on the oceans great floor As Titanic left the shore the crowds waved...
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My beautiful! my beautiful! that standest meekly by,
With thy proudly arch'd and glossy neck, and dark and fiery eye,
Fret not to roam the desert now, with all thy winge'd speed;
I may not mount on thee again,-thou'rt sold, my...
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When I was but a little lad
upon my Mother's knee,
She said look up into my eyes
and heed these words from me.
Your father was a noble man;
your Mother loved him so.
He was a kind and gentle man,
like someday you will grow.
...
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The bases are loaded
as he steps to the plate.
What he does in these minutes
may decide the game's fate.
Swiftly he wipes
the sweat from his hands,
And sneaks a quick look
at his Mom in the stands.
The pitcher winds up...
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Across the frozen plain he rode.
Ol' Dollar served him well.
Braced against the bitter cold.
Hide hard as hammered hell.
On frozen ground he would bed down
And oft times would recall
The days he spent at Shiloh
And the men he...
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Gothic Poetry:
Look to the edge fo the the horizon;
A day on the earth is coming
When four horsemen will be running,
Killing a quarter of the earth's people.
A white horse
Bent on conquest and conquering.
A red horse...
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In the blurry evening light
I followed her across green fields
of tall summer grasses,
through a complex web
of aspen bushes,
watching her delicate
leather covered feet
touch gracefully
upon water soaked leaves.
She wore a...
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Image in the making, creation
Paused to reflect, a day to pass,
Clouds of doubt, whisper softly
Deciding upon which mask.
I weigh up sorrow and despair
This isn't me, who do I see,
Serious, strong or silent type?
A shadow...
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Today I woke, spoke a silent word in reverence, For today, this day, this sunny day was entirely indifferent, While shades of grey aid display the cloak of angst turbulent, This sad array betrays a way of time cloaked within moment. A million people...
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