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Best Poems Written by Sophie Boswell

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Death Is Just a Doorway

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Death is just a Doorway

I see death as a doorway to a timeless place in space
Where souls have a chance to rest, away from the human race
Spirit will guide you there and make your resolve stronger
So when you choose to be reborn, you'll be wiser and live longer

To have faith in yourself is a lesson to be learned
Where your light shines from within, but this must be earned
By shedding layers of selfishness, greed, or perpetual longing
Or searching for yourself through others, in the hope of belonging

I see Eternal Light, now, as clear as the brightest star
It's a prism of pure colors, reflecting so very far
This light is simply energy - a matter of vibration
Where the cycle of life and death is one grand celebration.
                                     oOo
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The Mystic River

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The Mystic River

While strolling along a grassy path, beside the Mystic River
I revel in the breeze in the trees, and how it makes leaves quiver
It's as if they are restless now; now that summer's come
As they jostle with each other, perhaps to get more sun

I marvel in nature's disorder and how a crooked trunk weaves
One of nature's wonders - a magnificent tangle of leaves
reflecting a shimmering lattice, on this old waterway
Then, out of the blue, comes a song from a lone blue-jay

At the further bend of the river, where mystery and fog abound
And the horizon gets fuzzy, as the sun is going down
I make out a gaggle of geese; their silhouettes unique
As they glide along the surface, while paddling with webbed feet

The Mystic River, in Medford, an old Boston town
Is a respite in a busy world, where you can look around
And picture this place as it was, hundreds of years ago
Carefully saved from pollution - one thing it doesn't know.

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Country Road

Country Road

Rolled carpets of lawn lie, on a shaven bed
A bed that only a month ago, looked barren and dead
While in another paddock, one of pure contentment
Sit dozens of wooly ewes all with their minds bent
On dreaming of fulfillment; or suckling fluffy lambs
Or perhaps having a frolic, with their favorite rams

And now there spreads a blanket, as far as I can see
Composed of a zillion tiny flowers - weeds, presumably
A mixture of purple and pink, and rich chartreuse
As a ray of sunlight highlights delicate hues
Successions of rays follow now, flooding the whole plain
With new energy and color, before the next bout of rain

Car-sized boulders of granite, surround me now
Like mysterious permanent entities, and I wonder how
They came to be here, in a paddock of their own
Except for the fat merinos, always on the roam
Maybe the boulders rolled here; down from the mountain top
But they're firmly planted now, like surrounding crops

These boulders large and small, had no supervision
Unlike Stonehenge, with its sense of precision
Imagine what they've seen since the ice slowly melted
While weathering nature's blows, as they remain unsheltered
From the wrath of nature, from above and below
And how pretty they'd look, lightly covered in snow

As I quietly move along now; not driving fast
Three majestic eagles rise, from tall ochre grass
Their wing spans are enormous; their beaks bent and mean
These un-caged eagles are the first I've ever seen
They were only fifteen feet away, but then flew up to a tree
Where their gray and fawn feathers, blended in perfectly

Fields of vibrant colors, now, catch my eye
While I'm delighted to see, more rainclouds in the sky
And the wildflowers of delicate and cool-colored hues
Like cobalt, lavender and various other blues
Along with rust-colored grass bordered with lime-green
Turn this country road into, the prettiest road I've seen.
                                 oOo
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Dancing In the Wind

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Dancing in the Wind

While dancing in the wind, with the backdrop a blue sky
Snow gums bend their upper limbs, and appear to fly
Back and forth across their stage, in perfect harmony
To the rhythm of the wind, and its haunting symphony

Their costumes are so fresh and new; some rust, some grey, some green
And after a shower from heaven, their leaves are squeaky clean
The stage set's always changing, as clouds go racing by
These come from Kosciuszko - miles high in the sky

And so the gum-leaf dancers revel in ballet
To echoes of a mazurka, down the Alpine Way
In honor of Strzelecki, who came from another land
They twist and turn down the slopes, then pirouette in the sand.

                                             oOo
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Will Cherry Blossoms Bloom Again

Will Cherry Blossoms Bloom Again?

The wrath of nature shows it face, in cherry-blossom land
Where the Tsunami spewed salt water, and churned up piles of sand
As it wiped out people, like a scathe cutting grass
But this time, sadly, its memory will not pass
When a wall of waves rose forty feet high
Then, momentarily, they obliterated the sky
As terrified people scrambled for their lives
Little children, grandmothers, husbands and wives

Two years later, this monument of horror remains
As an untouchable shroud, that imprisons people's pains
The black and burned reactors, now twisted and torn
Are reminders, like hideous visions, there to warn
The human inhabitants, of this planet Earth
That the time has now come, to consider the dearth
Fukushima portrays, from an unrelenting source
Of our planet's anger, with unprecedented force

These oceans could surge forth, time and time again
Leaving behind gray pictures of misery and pain
Like those now framing Fukushima's gruesome ground
Where not a trace of healthy life, can be found
Or the vision of a mother letting go her baby's hand
As the dead child slips away, in water mixed with sand
To me, the sun's our answer, to set us all free
To see cherry blossoms bloom again, for eternity.
                           oOo
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Yes We Can

Yes We Can © 
Sophie Boswell

Let’s paint America purple, by mixing red with blue
Let’s rebuild this mighty country, with a different hue
By using our integrity, instead of weakness and greed
Why don’t we help one another, and all those in need?

Yes, we can; yes, we can
If we all pull together, yes we can

Let’s all resolve our differences; why don’t we all mature?
By broadening our minds; opening our ears, and help to find a cure
For the many imbalances, spread all over the world
It’s easy to see when you look around, how fury’s been unfurled

Yes, we can; yes, we can
If we all pull together, yes we can

Let’s all rebuild America, by starting with our minds
By focusing on the positives, as well as being kind
To all those souls around us, here and abroad
Why don’t we sing in harmony, one mighty loud major chord?

Yes, we can, yes, we can
If we all pull together, yes we can.
oOo

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Take Off Your Mask

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Take off your Mask 
Sophie Boswell

What do you live for? Was a question put to me
By a gentle loving person, who aimed to set me free
I couldn’t answer his question, thirty years ago
So I moved in the wrong direction, not knowing where to go

I was born to be an artist; to love creativity
But this bothered others, who wouldn’t let me be
People-pleaser, then, was my main aim
While seeking out pleasure, and shying away from pain

What a silly way to live - putting on a mask
Such a waste of time and such a tiresome task
Some lessons come slow; some come fast
But one lesson worth learning is not to live in the past.

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Junk Shop On Jersey

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Junk Shop on Jersey
The junk shop on Jersey was the place to poke around
I was looking into yesteryear when suddenly I found
A tiny grand piano that really was a phone
I just couldn’t resist it; so it followed me home

The next day I went back again hoping to clear my mind
Since you never know just what you’ll see or find
Rummaging around like a bowerbird I came across a ball
When suddenly I heard some jazz wafting down the hall

I squeezed through a passage with treasures on either side
To see a musician with his fingers stretched extra wide
On the dilapidated keyboard of an old upright grand
I saw he reached ten notes with his left hand

Things were stacked around him including a bottle of wine
I could see some fun was had here for those who had the time
I didn’t want to disturb him so I silently crept back
I forgot about my ball and found a new track

Then I saw a keyboard perched high on a pile of books
It seemed to be as good as new so I took a closer look
This electronic synthesizer would bring me great joy
I felt like a child again, with her favorite toy

I was so excited – this find had made my day
I didn’t even bargain and was more than keen to pay
For the thing about this junkshop which stood out from the rest
Was it specialized in music that had proven every test

I felt as if this narrow shop had somehow scanned my brain
Some tightly sealed compartments, opened up again
Not only did I lose myself, I made a valuable find
When I met the jazz musician who was warm, friendly and kind

‘J’ Green is a genius - although you’d never know 
Unless you crept up on him, to hear his one-man show
Where the old and the new sat happily side by side
And the sound of his music made everything come alive.

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Farewell Madiba

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Farewell Madiba

His mind was in sync with the Universe
His thoughts always focused on good
And even from his prison cell
He did the best he could
To bring about the freedom
For tens of millions of men
By spreading his words of peace
Again and again and again

All men are born equal
Whether black, white or brown
No one has the right
To beat another man down

Madiba is now an Angel
Seeing from up above
This world we humans live in;
A place needing lots more love
But his soul is in a powerful place
Up there on a star
So he'll be able to continue
His great work - from afar

All men are born equal
Whether black, white or brown
No one has the right
To beat another man down

Perhaps he'll sprinkle stardust
On each and every soul
To bestow on them the energy
That makes them strong and whole
He set us such an example
Of love in its truest sense
One that knows no end
One that knows no fence

All men are born equal
Whether black, white or brown
No one has the right
To beat another man down.
                 oOo

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An Untamed Land

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An Untamed Land
Sophie Boswell

 In a faraway continent, south of the equator,
Lies an untamed land
Where much of it has not been touched
By the human hand

This rugged wilderness beneath an azure sky
Lies in the Snowy Mountains
Where the purest water springs from
Underground fountains

‘Heaven on Earth’ some people call it
For it replenishes the soul
Since climbing to the summit, is for some
A lifelong goal

The wilderness (or the ‘Never Never’)
Is the home of the Aborigine
Where nomadic tribes have left behind
Australia’s unique history

These first inhabitants
Of this inhospitable country
Believe they belong to the land
The untamed land, where they feel free.

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