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Diane Warhurst Poem
Kids play along the jungle gym
They race, they climb and play
They try their skills without a thought
Of what the others say
Each climbs and slides at his own pace
Sharing fun and laughs together
Not wanting this time to ever end
Uh oh! Here comes mother
She says okay it's time to go
Oh no! they always cry
Just 5 more minutes pretty please
And look as if they died
Ma Ma say yes and off they go
Their face lights up again
They race and climb and play some more
Knowing soon that it will end
What is the magic of this place
A colorful jungle gym
It's hard to say or understand
As it belongs to only kids.
Copyright © Diane Warhurst | Year Posted 2006
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It is lost,
the vibration of my being
lying dormant
in a dream of illusion,
waiting
The song of the keys
glistening black and white
latent
yearning for the wandering hands
of tempestuous rapture
My true being is eclipsed
by routine of daily existance
muffled by the constance
of an uneventful consciousness
Soon, the seed of patience and hope
will emerge from
the darkness of the silent tomb
and from it will come
a jubilation
that no victor has yet to know
Copyright © Diane Warhurst | Year Posted 2006
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Diane Warhurst Poem
He's an artist with a stroke so smooth
A brush across your heart
The colors on the canvas move
And so begins his art
He paints his love with blue and gray
The colors never fade away
He lets you in his vestibule
and greets you with a smile
No further will he let you go
Pretense of love, heart of guile
Blending in the hues of love
He captures all your dreams
Then hangs his work upon the wall
How lovely it all seems
He's not allowed to sell his work
Your not positioned to buy
And so the painting hangs alone
The paint will never dry
Copyright © Diane Warhurst | Year Posted 2006
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Diane Warhurst Poem
To see the one I love
Come walking down the street
Wets all my soul with appetite
Just knowing that we'll meet.
And then to feel his warm approach
He leans to bring a kiss
I swear I've never known this sense
It's ecstacy, it's bliss.
His arms embrace and steal my heart
With strength and tenderness
I know this truth, this part of life,
With him I have been blessed.
Alas, the lock that holds me in
To look in to his eyes
I cannot move or breathe or sigh
I'm his until I die
And yes you should be wondering
How well I know these things,
Since he and I are just good friends
Ah, yes twas just a dream.
Copyright © Diane Warhurst | Year Posted 2006
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Oh night so quiet,
Calm and serene
With stars that shine
And your air smells clean
You draw me out
Beneath your sky
To sit and ponder
The long days why
As I sit there thinking
Of moments past
You're the one thing that
Brings peace at last
Oh night so quiet,
with a calming peace
Your the hot milk and honey
before my sleep
Copyright © Diane Warhurst | Year Posted 2006
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Diane Warhurst Poem
My love is here, it still remains
Tho you have left, it hasn't gone
It lives within my spirit
It bleeds inside my tears alone
It follows me and looks for you
It's breath upon my fears
It has a life within my heart
It feeds my starving soul and cheers
It lives and breathes and cannot die
It's learned alone to cope
If ever you think that it is gone
Look back and you'll see hope
Copyright © Diane Warhurst | Year Posted 2006
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