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Nancy Smith Poem
Mysteriously
Your endless twilight lives on
Automatically
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Nancy Smith Poem
Forever my love will grow
As a princess I will kiss my toad
Odd it may be
With gleam my toad and me
Everlasting our love will be
As green grass under a willow tree
Happiness is a hip-hop
On a lily pad made for two
By choice I weaved this odyssey
Full of joy and merriment
Ladylove, my prince
All cloaked in emerald green
Sweet as honey from a busy bee
Enough is a kiss from that toad to me
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Nancy Smith Poem
Life is like an ambiguous script
It is nothing more than a over developed metaphor
Not so neatly packed in a box
Nor does if project nicely from the lips
What metaphor teaches a moral lesson
It all seems absurd, contradictory, and inconsistent.
Life is like a sphere out of control
Void…less
And... vacant in a fast... spinning world
There is no compare and contrast
Heaven and Earth are unrelated subjects
Yet... the narrators, they keep navigating
Using the masses as his primary subjects
To those, who have made the world their stage
I am tired of the nonsensical images you create.
Life is spirit
and
Heaven holds no ambiguity
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When my heels tromped down the dark narrow path
Where the buck- even – trod
It was early fall, and the trees were half trimmed.
The sun flickered through the barren tops,
and the greenish- brown canopy hung low and half dressed
However, it was not ashamed
The leaves crinkled and they crunched
where my feet and I traveled
And not too far, as I lagged along
I came upon an empty nest
It lay in decay
from the wind and the rain
For how long,
only as long as the eggs were gone
And while I stood there with my head half cocked
I looked close at the old dilapidated twigs that rot
I remembered the boy in the velvet red vest
O’ how nicely it was weaved
it fit snug around his delegate chest
I see him every spring
And no matter how old I get
He still wears the same velvet red vest
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Nancy Smith Poem
I am but one element amongst the elements
Among the stones, I am a stone
And when upon the hush of night
There is a shimmering star above the moon light
Shore to shore beneath the deepest of seas
The sand in the soul wavers endlessly
And all the realms of nature do spread
The seasons of life, the elements of all man
I see the flickering, the fisherman's light
Amongst the elements, soon a good night
Upon his door fragments fragile will fall
How much longer Lord until you call
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Nancy Smith Poem
I painted a smile on my face
It required the right temperament
I do wear it out on Sundays
And when the evening stars bring twilight
My smile retires for the night
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Nancy Smith Poem
One life is given
And
Yesterday, is not my today
And tomorrow is a fragment in time
A few steps forward does not make a difference
It will be… what it will be
Time, is not my conquest
But today, even as the sun does shine
I put my pen away
Close the windows and shutter my eyes
To leave my thoughts inside my crippled mind
Better by far for me to forget, and then….I will smile
Going backwards is never better
From my prospective, this I conceive
Creativity….maybe lost
Like withered leaves loitered on the lawn to long
By N Smith
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Nancy Smith Poem
A poet full of noise you empty of sound
A pilgrimage you have trodden under ground
With every seed that nature drops
Without rain the seeds will wither out
Is this the time of the season
Have the nightingale lost their song
Immortality does not exist
A voice composted seeps into the abyss
Who will hasten to regenerate
A poet’s noise from an empty space
Will anyone rebel against conformity
Or join the pilgrimage of the poets plight
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Nancy Smith Poem
The element of time
is what you
make it
Time after time
I FALL back to SPRING forward again
What have I gained
Time is unchanged it remains the same
It doesn't matter where I go
Time shadows behind me
Taking up every minute in every day
Times... I wish time would go away
Give me a little more time and more space
Man has painted numbers by hand
Winds the clock time after time...again and again
Time, it will never stop
Just my time will end, and that is my life
Time is eternity the ever-last
I much rather keep time by a dandelion clock
It blows gently in the wind
To fall down and spring up again
God is timeless
Time as we know it... was made for man
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