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Best Poems Written by M.L. Goodwin

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A Cemetery Wedding On Halloween

As life comes to pass
We think of what will be,
Always in our minds,
The past events that must end,
The past shall be barred,
The life that once was,
Will be laid to rest,
Great respect,
To those who have gone,
Now we can take joy,
Knowing that this is,
A new beginning,
A new happiness,
A new life,
At our Cemetery Wedding On Halloween.

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The Lighthouse of Selena

May time never forget,
The fire that burned so bright, 
As to be seen by sailors, 
On glimmering nights. 

In the darkness,
Her light can be seen, 
Throughout time, 
She shall always gleam.
 
From our hearts, 
From our souls, 
A sadness, 
We behold. 

To Selena, 
For the wrong, 
That we havth done, 
Thou for forgave us, 
Never shunned.

Now that death, 
Is no longer shy, 
The havens, 
The earths,
Can only cry.

As the rain,
Pores down our grief, 
We look to the sky’s,
In disbelief.

For she is gone,
From this world, 
Never wronged,
Just unhealed.

To all the sailors, 
That find their way here, 
Remember Selena, 
She was so dear.

A exert from my novel "Precious and Zoe: Trilogy."
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Death of Life

When I die, so shall I rest, place this sword upon my chest. 
Shed no tears for my passing; remember my years, for they are lasting. 
As history fads from my eyes, the realization of my lives; gives me grace from whence I came, to know my passing I will gain.
As above so shall be below, I now forgive all my foes; for they have eased all my plights, spread my wings and now take flight.
I ask that you grace the heavens with your sounds, touching my soul with beauty abound. 
I leave this world with only one regret, missing my wife I will never forget, for she has graced me with my life, even in death she shall remain my wife.

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The Darkness

Oh through adversity we find our way home, feeling safe in the knowledge that we are alone once again, free to feel, to breath, in any manner we choose. But as the blanket of security slowly falls to the floor, we become pulled back into the abyss of our memories. There is no force that can keep our thoughts from returning to yesterday, it bring sorrow and pain to the weary ones that have no will to resist it.
     Oh how the sounds of regrets ring though out eternity as they haunt our every waking moments, the inescapable truth, the feeling of loneliness building to its full tuition. The sorrow rains down upon our feelings of discontent as we slumber about our dreary day avoiding any vision that would remind us of the truth within. We can only wait for the night to descend down, giving us a brief moment when we can escape into the darkness once again, for only the fool has no past to change, and no future to regret.
     Oh what a day it will be when time no longer matters, no past, no future to remind us of the pain we have inside, it will be gone forever. Only fear stands in our way from this beautiful release, only the future can save us from what was. Now is not the time for regrets, the past is fading from view, We see the darkness coming an unwelcome friend, but none the less one that will release us from the bounds of this torture, from the pain of our past, an end to the sorrow of life, an end to the pain of regret.

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Only In Your Words

The joy of your words,
The sound of your thoughts,
The meaning of your inflection,
The voice of beauty,
O how it moves me,
O how it is music to me,
O how it brings life to everything,
Could this be true,
Could the be real,
Only in your words.

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Discontentment

0 As I open my eyes to a new day,
 10 I see what could be,
    20 I see what should be,
      30 And I see what will be,
        40 And all the wile believing I have control,
          50 How foolish have I been,
            60 How stupid could I be,
              70 As I close my eyes to end the day,
                80 I see that this will not happen tomorrow,
                  90 I see I have learned, 
0 As I open my eyes to a new day.

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To Fine the Truth

As I stand on the hill of enlightenment,
My eyes showered with the sadness of humanity,
I see the pain cast down from that which has pointed himself,
He casts a power that is with approach,
Thou humanity fights with the fear of damnation,
The struggles with their souls are relentless, 
All the time he basks in the joy of the fear of the unknown,
He segregates man from women and children are absolute,
He strikes down all that oppose him with no mercy,
Using the mislead like puppets believing all the wile there just,
His superposition is unrevealing to humanity’s cries for help,
But as I fall to my knee’s perfused in my unending sorrow, 
I see a ray of light shining up from his darkness,
I can’t help but to wonder if this is just another one of his tricks.
But just then I feel a warm touch on my shoulder,
The relief that I am not alone any more is over whelming,
I turn to see there are so many who have seen the light,
We stand to say and to proclaim,
No more shall we bow down to you and your true darkness,
No more will humanity be fooled with your lies,
No more will your pain of segregation continual,
We are free and so shall we free others in time.
Leave us and return here no more.

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Day Dream

I dream of what will be,
What is for thee,
To behold the beauty,
The sky at night,
What will be for thee,
All round me I see,
The light from dreams,
born to the void of forgetfulness,
Light from within that once burn bright,
Now lies beyond the realm of lost dreams.

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This Box

Oh what sorrow I feel for the ones that get left behind,
All our lives we seek the truth,
We never seem to find the reason for the loss of kindness,
Never understanding that they have so much hate for us,
All the holidays we celebrate alone,
But still we must go on,
The feeling as if we were placed in a forgotten box upon a shelf of shamefulness,
Why did they do this to us,
What have we done to be made to endure the shame they feel for us,  
We hope that one day they will remember us, 
But only to be disappointed from one day to the next,
Oh the pain we feel as we scream in the darkness of our box,
Our voices seeming to fade away,
We dream of what could have been,
But only to awake in the darkness of our box,
Now that the season of our lives is coming to a close,
We can’t help but to wonder did they truly forget us,
Will we be remembered or is this box our life long tomb,
Do they feel no shame for what they have done,
Not knowing us for who we are,
The joy we could have brought, 
The happiness they could have felt,
The family we could have been,
They truly will never know,
But again we must go on,
It’s been decades now,
But we still miss them,
Remembering all the while,  
This box is our home.

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Life

Life is inconsequential to our “environment,” only applying the stress and strains “it” endured throughout the millennium… But the “vision” of the willing is not postponed or delayed when implied acceptations extend to the “universe…” Only fools are unable to see the deadly result of the actions forthcoming as such stated in every fiber of their being, “So shall we reap the outcome of our duly noted actions, and or events created by skepticism and disbelief that the universe is a living entity.” In conclusion of the information that stands before “you”, and the inescapable results extended beyond the mind’s eye, it should never be contrary to your beliefs that the universe is “alive,” just as a leaf flows in stream, never wavering on it course guided by eddies and currents drifting on an endless path to ocean, the “universe is alive.” Thou should see life’s journey, the understanding of the true path is realized, and the conclusion has come to full fruition. Only the question, what next in this spinning vortex of the universe should be implied, or has our sight clearly showed us the true “nature” of all there will be, with only the circle of time remaining in the end, like an echo in the darkness screaming out to be heard, an ember burring bight only to dim… Will this be the final conclusion of Life…