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Sharon Prewitt Poem
Up upon the mountain sits a mighty dragon.
watching the world go by from a castal made of pure gold.
down in the vally below there on a wagon,
sits a maid so fair her beauity is well told.
the mighty dragon truly loves his gold,
it fills his heart with real desire.
but for all the gold he has lost his soul.
for the maid has set his stone heart on fire.
His love for her was driving him insane.
he could not talk to her as a dragon.
he did not want to burn her with his flame.
He could not tell her he loved her in a love song.
the dragon lust for the the maid was out of control.
So he went to the only one who could help him.
I need to be a man, so I can love and grow old.
He explained to the old witch standing beside him.
Do you know what your asking? she sighed.
I'll give up my magic for a human soul, he replied.
The old witch did her powerfull magic as she cried,
to change the dragon to a man, who could live and die.
High on the mountain sits the mighty dragon king,
in the chair beside him is the maid as his queen.
His happiness came with a high price it seams.
but who needs magic when love can fulfill his dreams.
Copyright © Sharon Prewitt | Year Posted 2006
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Sharon Prewitt Poem
Shots rang out into the night.
Another boy dies in a gang fight.
Why must me destory each other?
Why must we waste a life?
Screams echo off the allay's walls.
A man is stabbed with a sharp knife.
Robbed of his life and money, he falls.
No one hears his screams in the night.
In a dark room a child whimpers.
As the father beats the mother.
Wishing to hide even deeper,
under the warm covers.
When will this maddness end?
The killing, the hate, and all the sins.
In this blood bath no one can win.
Let the love in and the healing begin.
Why dose man have this need to kill?
Do they hunger for pain and blood?
Have all souls lost their heart and will,
for family and friends they can love?
Copyright © Sharon Prewitt | Year Posted 2006
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Sharon Prewitt Poem
How can I express my love to you,
when the words can't do you just.
My love flows trough my blood,
and fills my heart with lust.
My breath is filled with your sweet sent,
and my lips tremble with excitement.
Just to look upon you is a blessing,
to touch you is a great enjoyment.
My love for you grows stronger,
like a starving person who hungers.
There is no words to say,
how much I really love you,
I'm just glad you let me,
spend my small life with you.
Copyright © Sharon Prewitt | Year Posted 2008
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Sharon Prewitt Poem
Her batter dead body laid there.
Her face bruised and unrecognized.
The tears ran down my face in fear.
As I looked upon my grandmothers eyes.
Why did this happen each mouth?
When she got her social security check.
To this day I still ask and hunt,
For those who broke her neck.
Why did it happen again and again?
That she was beaten and robbed.
I remember it clearly as a child of ten.
My grandmother laying on the bed in her robe.
It was mother's day and I brought her roses.
Only to find the door busted apart.
And my grandmother cold from head to toe.
It crushed my soul and broke my heart.
It was not her fought that she was old.
It was not her fought that she was dirt poor.
Now she will never be hungry or cold.
Or suffered the beatings any more.
for my grandmother who was killed in 1967
Copyright © Sharon Prewitt | Year Posted 2006
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I see all around poverty and dispair.
it's not just for the poor it's everywhere.
Drugs and alcohol and aburse,
it's everyone's problem, there is no excuse.
we teach our children to have no respect,
then cry fowl when all things go to heck.
the young ones die, and the old ones cry.
we just sit around and ask ourselfs why.
we all know who's there is to blame.
we can not blame anyone else for our shame.
our young has given up the fight.
they really don't care for their life.
all they know is, they all want more.
and they are looking to even the score.
so let's just take back our life.
and try to teach our youth what's right.
let us try to teach them,
how to love one another,
and how to take a stand,
and not fight and hate each other.
Copyright © Sharon Prewitt | Year Posted 2006
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I am the king of shadows and darkness,
so fear me as I walk the night,
in seach of souls to steal.
When there is no longer a light,
and the sun goes to rest.
I will apear out of no where,
and you won't even hear.
You will not sleep,
but have nightmares.
Then when you scream,
I will be there.
in the darkness.
hiding, waiting,
for you,
beware.
Copyright © Sharon Prewitt | Year Posted 2006
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Sharon Prewitt Poem
The sun sparkles off the moving water.
as it flows down the drainage ditch.
The tiny waterfall slowly crawls,
over a six inch rock pitch.
The sound of the flowing water,
brings music to the ears.
Blocking out all the clutter,
of cars and people near.
Close your eyes and pretend,
to let the sound take you there.
To a place that lives within,
of another time and place.
Of the forest and rivers then,
not the skyscrapers of today.
I come whenever I still can,
to stand and listen to the wind.
To think that a concrete city,
could hold such beauity within.
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Can you make them go away,
the voices that I hear.
They haunt me each and every day,
telling me that I should kill.
Who's to say what I hear,
is only in my head.
Who's to say these little red pills,
will make them go dead.
Am I crazy or is it real,
the voices that I hear.
Will they save me, these pills,
and cure me of my ills.
Who's to say , I don't know,
we'll have to wait and see.
I'll get better I'm told,
as soon as the voices leave.
Who's to say that I'm not crazy,
and it's not just me.
Still the voices won't go away,
I guess their here to stay.
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Look up into the heavens,
and see the beautiful lady.
Floating on a white carpet,
for all the world below to see.
Her hair falls like melting gold,
as she shakes her head with joy.
Running in the sky so free, so bold,
to places that's not meant for mortals.
See her laugh and dance with the stars,
as the night comes upon the earth.
She is mother nature, who's arms,
hold us dear from the first day of our birth.
Copyright © Sharon Prewitt | Year Posted 2008
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The soul is like a tree.
The branches reaching high.
To the sun with it's leaves.
waving freely in the breezes.
the heart is like the sky.
beating to the beat,
of the birds that fly.
up to the heavens so high.
the mind is a great feat.
that leads us from harm.
from what snaps at our feet.
to the wisdom that we seek.
the world is like a farm.
it protects us from harm.
in it's world wide arms.
so we won't feel so alarm.
Copyright © Sharon Prewitt | Year Posted 2006
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