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Poetry : Morning Is Delight

Poetry : Morning Is Delight

Morning Is Delight Oh how I love the morning’s scene, When I walk on the meadow green; To see glittering diamonds among the leaves, The dainty playground of little elves. To look at silver threads covering the meadow, And among the dandelions with their color yellow; To hear the music of the bubbling streams, Which take me deep to the realm of dreams. Oh, the morning gives me boundless delights, And erase the horrible nightmares of the night; For I…

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Poetry : I Wish You Were Here, Love

Poetry : I Wish You Were Here, Love

“Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.” – David Wilkerson Oh how sweet are the summer’s days, Oh how delightful in many ways, With flowers scattered all over the valley And the birds singing gaily for me. My dear, me dear, oh how I wish, For you to share this glorious bliss, When the sky is so peaceful and blue, And the sun’s ray shining through. My love, my sweet, my darling one, Where are…

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Poetry : A Letter To My Love

Poetry : A Letter To My Love

JOE : A LETTER TO MY LOVE Dearest Joe, Thought I’d drop a line to say hello. Miss you terribly in many ways, Wish you’re here to brighten my days. Had a dreadful holiday this bleak summer, It’s all because you’re not here. Rain’s been pouring for a week, I caught me a cold, now I’m sick. My mood’s down because of the weather, Joe dear, I wish you are here. My family has problems in each own ways, Between…

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Poetry : My Hero, My Friend

Poetry : My Hero, My Friend

My Hero, My Friend THIS WORLD is a field of brambles, Of briers and thorns of life; It is enough to make the meek tremble, And the weak stumbles under the strives. Life is a test a human must face, To make known his worth in his own way; This is the life man has, The life I too, live everyday. But no matter how hard it seems, There’s always a place for to hide, I don’t worry when my…

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Lovers And Not Fighters

Lovers And Not Fighters

People say that Valentine’s Day is for lovers. Well, yes, I agree, lovers and not fighters. It is because this day is a day to celebrate Love. And so, people who love are by default ‘lovers’. I dedicate this poem to all the faithful lovers out there. May you find love and keep it. POETRY : UNDER THE OAK TREE The moon bright and the roses bloom, Lighting the night from the gloom; Under the oak tree I stand waiting…

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Poetry : Good People

Poetry : Good People

“Good people do not need laws to tell them to act responsibly, while bad people will find a way around the laws. – Plato” THE GOOD ONE Have you ever been sad or hurt, When your gifts are ignored or forgotten? Have you ever felt unwanted or jilted, When your love is being forsaken? Or how about when you are accused Of doing something you didn’t do? Or when you’re mocked and cursed, By people who wants to make fun…

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The Emotional Author

The Emotional Author

These Pesky But Relevant Questions Here’s a question, “Do you have to be a traveler in order to be a good writer?” How about, “Do you have to experience Love and Heartache in order to write a Love Story?” Or, “Do you have to be old and weary with the world at large to be able to account for your life’s experience and make it believable?” “What about tragedy, do you have to experience one in order to justify your…

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Poetry : A Child’s Tears

Poetry : A Child’s Tears

“Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.” Eileen Mayhew When a child cries, the heart leaps so,  The mother, she imagines the pain, Never knowing the babe’s woe, But to gently hold him in her hands.   When a child cries, the world stands still, When all creation pause not on a whim; Does God listen, does He heed, The cries of the innocent reaching Him?   When a child cries and the evil sings, When this wicked man…

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Poetry : The Beauty Of Your Kiss

Poetry : The Beauty Of Your Kiss

“Now a soft kiss- aye, by that kiss, I vow and endless bliss.” John Keates The Poem A sigh, a murmur, a gentle caress,  Like the soft whisper of a satin dress; A tear which falls, a word in awe, The careful touch which trembles so; Like the moon in the night, ‘tis a beacon, Promising rest to a weary pilgrim; The delicate flutter of a butterfly’s wings, A melodious sound, oh the nightingale sings; The careful path of a…

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Poetry : Lovely, You Are Lovely

Poetry : Lovely, You Are Lovely

Your countenance is altogether lovely, my love, Your smile beckons me closer; Like the stars shining in the heavens above, Your eyes shine, making me grow bolder. My heart beats a joyous rhythm, Skipping a’dance to the happy tune, Singing to the words of this psalm, Flowing softly into a gentle croon. The sight of you is thusly mine welcome, A sight to behold for sore eyes; My once cold heart no more numb, For in my soul your gentleness…

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