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I Love Nature

I love nature.
I love the wind and rain.
I love it when the thunder roars
I love it when it pours, lightning flashes,
thunder crashes.


I love nature, sunshine and bright blue Sky's, 
I love the wind in my face.
I love how it makes me feel, good and free,
Ready to coast on a breeze.


I love sitting outside.
I Love Listening to the birds sing,
Looking up at the sky,
Watching the cloud's go by.


I love nature, spring, summer,  and
Sometimes winter,  especially snow on  
the twenty fifth of December, It's definitely 
a memory to always remember Sitting at the 
table with family and friends
Having  Christmas dinner,
Looking out the window
Watching the snow fall down.


I love January, February, March, 
April May, for everything new, for 
All in bloom. June and July for  I love summer too
For warm nights, listening to the sounds
Of nature, under the stars and  the moon light


Let's not forget fall,
It's the most colorful season of all.
Warm and windy days,
With the wind blowing the leaves.
As I watch from a distance,
the leaves falling from the tree's.


I love nature, 
I love being outdoors.
It makes me feel alive,
It makes me feel good inside.
Nature provides, food, water,
 and the air we breathe.
Always remember to have respect
What has been given to you.
For nature is a part of our life line.



David W Carter

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I Love Words

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I love words in a novel, 
a short story and a magazine.
Words are my inspiration,
Communication.
I love words that encourage,
Inspire desire in a positive way.
Words are gentle and precious,
Words are spoken from the heart,
Out of happiness and anger.
Words tell the truth and lie,
Words exaggerate, fascinate
Words can change the world
Make it a wonderful or dreadful place,
Words make or break, 
Words are the past future and present,
Our peace and war,
Words hold our future,
It can lead us,
Misguide us.
Words can be paradise or hell.
Words are who we are
You are the spokesman of your own words,
And how you use these words,
May make a difference to this world
But most defiantly yourself,
Use with caution.

David W. Carter

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Have You Ever

Have you ever sat under a shade tree
Looked up at midday to see the sun 
Shining through the leaves
It looks like a painting done by
Claude Monet or Thomas Kinkade

Have you ever been in a boat or on the 
Ocean shore, watched the waves come
Rolling in and then crashing at the end.
Then again watching and listening to the
 water come rushing in, over an over again.

Have you ever driven down a country road
With open fields of  bright green grass,You 
slow down just to watch it dance in the wind 
Revealing it's beauty hidden within 
You notice the different shades  of grass 
Changing colors fast, you drive up ahead 
To notice it has all turned red, only 
Then, you realize it's a field full of roses.

David W Carter

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True Love

Love is from the heart not the mind
true love is one of a kind
It does not judge 
It does not lie
It does not cheat 
True love is always therein 
Through times of asperity
Sickness and health
True love brings happiness and joy 
Its fulfills and completes ones soul
Love is of the heart not the mind
Since I've been with you, I now
Know what true love is, and that's 
All because of you.

David W Carter

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You Are My Dream

You are my dream
My ever lasting light
You are the angel
My savior in the night
You are the one that saved me
And Showed me love
You are the one that told me that I could trust you with all above
I held on to your word with all my might
As You are the one that believed in me
And held on to me tight
You are the one that didn't judge me
And accepted me for who I am
You are the one that gave me your heart
And trusted me to keep it safe
I am the one that accepted your gift 
And asked you to be my wife
For the rest of my life
I am the man that loves you
With all my heart
You will always have me by your side
Both day and night
To hold, and to love, 
Even when I'm old and gray
I will always  love you
I'm glad to have you in my life
As my wife. 
 
David W Carter

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Once In Decemeber

 

Once in December I remember 
There was a bird perched outside my window.
I knew he was there because I could hear him
then one day that bird spoke to me.
I couldn't believe what I heard
it was so absurd.

I got in the car headed down the road
I was only doing what I was told
I reached my destination
only to find a tragic situation

It took me a bit, to gather my wits
After the shock it put me in
I only then begin to see why that bird approached me
the bird had told me that my sister was dead
Only to prepare me for what was ahead

The unimaginable had happen
and there was nothing I could do
but cry, and ask why

That bird no longer sits outside my window
his call is no longer heard. 


David W. Carter

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Sometimes I'M Tired Too

It's not that I'm right or you're right, it's understanding. Compromising is what we sometimes must do

Being a husband and father
Are more important than what's not. I must work and so must you. I know you work twenty four hours a day and I  only work forty plus hours a week.

There is a big difference I know, but I want you to understand that I'm tired too. I want to help you all that I can, but I'm so tired I can barely stand.

I want to be a good man
And I want do what I can
It's so important for me to be there for you. I want you to know how much I love you.
That I'm always here for you.
Just understand I'm sometimes  tired too.




David W Carter

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I'M Uncertain About the Direction

I'm uncertain about the direction.
It's hard to determine, which way I need
To go. I know who is going with me, but
It's up me to decide.

The decision must be precised.
I can't afford the roll of the dice.
It's a challenge, I can only imagine,
It's like sitting on ice. My ideas are
There, but frozen in time. Only because
I can't make up my mind.

I know what I must do, I see it,
It's directly in front of me
But I can't reach it.
It's harder than you think.
If it was easy, it would already be done.

It bothers me more than you know.
I need to be all I can be.
Sometimes I don't know if I 
Can pull it off. 
There are things that hold me back.

It's not easy doing what you must
When not being able to afford
The things you need. 
I cry on the inside, you can't see it.
It's there, silently through the pain
I yell, praying to God for his help.

I keep hope close to me.
Try in believing that it will
Get better, that my dream
Of giving my family everything they
Need will happen.

David Wayne Carter

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Evil In the Night

It's a mystery, a tale
For years told
It's a gruesome fact,
An evil to  behold.


In the midst of the darkness
Where no one can see
He makes his way through town
Not making a sound.
Hidden from all
It's his expertize
To slip by you 
Silently like the breeze.


He only comes out
After dark, stalking its prey,
Waiting patiently in the night
To reveal a truth, a sight unimaginable 
To the mind.

He finds pleasure 
In his work, he treats it
As a skill, like an artist 
Would  a painting. It gives
Him a thrill.

He hides deep within 
The darkness, all so still, waiting 
For his next victim, waiting for the right time to
Kill.


In the absence of the  light
He sneak's up behind her
She feels the silence
Of the night, she see's her life flash
Before her, she tries to take a breath
But all she can hear is  the sound of her own
death. 

As she grasp for air 
A warm feeling comes running down
Her neck onto her chest. 
She knew then, that she became
His next victim. 
The phantom of the night,
The leather apron
She then fell backwards 
In the arms of her killer
In the arms of
Jack The Ripper.

June 30th 2016

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When the Cold Air Blows

The sky is gray
Cloudy and cold
The trees stand bold
In the wind that blows
It whistles through cracks
And seams,
making everything
Dance in the path of its breeze
Keeping warm is a task at hand
For the cold air finds it's way in
You quiver and shiver in the cold still air 
Staying warm is a challenge once again
You try and try but the cold air
Creeps its way in
Only to find yourself
Cold again.

David W. Carter