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The flower of my thaught
will blossom,
sometime,
when the sadness has gone away
and this is how
I will remember you,
my sweet dove,
without the pain
that I felt upon losing you
and upon not...
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The Rhythm of Picking Sides
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Circles of energy, electric anger in love…
The falling sky, ominous and foreboding presses gravity upon
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Dedicated to the victims of September 11, 2001, this deeply felt poem by Timothy Richardson offers a vision of perfection at the moment of death as a gift to mankind.
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I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells,
Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone .
I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells
And dances, love notes, babies of her own.
But dare I wish...
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Yes, many castles I have built of sand
With shells and wood, the gifts the waves have thrown,
Each strong and fast against the sea at hand
But in the night the sea reclaims its own.
And many...
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TEMPLES-
My Human Light,
the look in your eyes,
when they seen mine, shined so
much light into a happy sy,
like the promise of God
My Human Light,
you took my heart,
then...
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Electric speech
Her grid speaks
for me to reach
her hearts' power
Her gift for me
is her loves' beach
Undulating beneath
generating our
Uniting kiss
The time is coming,
high kiting bliss,...
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