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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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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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Meditative Poetry: The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

Meditative Poetry: The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

Lynne S’ Note : This is another meditative poem I wrote many, many years ago. I was going through my old things when I found this little scrapbook which I made when I was a wee child. This was written inside. Truth Or Lie What makes man Lie? Choice or necessity? If Truth be told, will there be understanding or condemnation? Anger or patience? Judgement or forgiveness? Annoyance or compassion? Some Lies are to protect, some are told by choice…

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Meditative Poetry: The Dreamer’s Hope

Meditative Poetry: The Dreamer’s Hope

They call me a dreamer; They say I lead a meaningless life with no thoughts for the future; They call me a time-waster because I idle the time away doing things they don’t understand, thinking thoughts which are lost to them; Time and Tide wait for no man, they all say; But for me Time is no more: Time has ceased to exist in this chaotic and pathos world our beloved Earth has become; As for Tide – crimson with…

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Poetry : If I Could But

Poetry : If I Could But

A Poetry For the Regretful. IF I COULD but have yet again, The past which I have lost, I would have it not the same, But live it to the most. If I could but have yet again, Those times which have passed, My life I would regain, To my Love, I would hold on fast. If I could but have still more, Of those things I have loved, then lost, In the treasury of my heart, them I will…

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