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Warren Clyde Poem
The velvet red rose bows as you pass by
It’s pedals wither as it concedes in envy
Your soft rouge lips in shame it cries.
Your Persian eyes hold amber flame
No man resists the warmth inside
No souls remain the same.
Soft long hair shimmers with golden strands
Invites the summer breeze to dance
A whirlwind rages within itself
To blow through the locks it finds romance.
Skin of porcelain no blemish, no scars
Gods masterpiece Gods Sun
Gods heaven Gods Star.
As angels sigh and lay at your feet
For you are the one
God lays down his brush
His masterpiece done.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2017
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Warren Clyde Poem
The ocean swells
To rob the shore,
A grain of dirt
Becomes ocean floor.
Sea-levels rise,
Land once there
Is no more.
Water devours all in its wake,
Precious land once free
Becomes clay with each take.
Water our source for life
Is our pilgrim claiming
Land as its wife.
We cannot stop the tide
Nor run and hide
For it is all around
Like a silent assassin not making a sound.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2017
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A look to the left,
Through a dirtied cracked window,
I spy life passing by,
Why, Why not I.
For arrested in my chair am I,
Absent key, absent drive,
Desire to be as they
To be happy, to thrive
How do I?
Static unchanged is my life.
My eyes adopt others lives,
In hopes one day
Their lives to me, revive.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2017
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When you sleep
Please dream of me
And all the things
That we could be.
For when you wake
I will be here
With heart in hand
For you my dear.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2017
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The heavens hold the stars
The eyes of gods shine brite
Watching their creation below
Once worshiped, now a fading light.
From creation born
Their power still great
Their worlds have changed
Subjects turn to science.
What numbers cant answer
Religion holds the key.
For our lives are still theirs
Till new worlds form
And their worship restored,
As sure as stars in their space
New specimens will admire
At the beauty, at the grace.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2017
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Unrecognized
I fear mirrors,
And It’s reflection.
I trained my eyes to not see.
I have not looked towards its truth in years,
Nor allowed others to show me.
The image it would show,
Is not the future I planned to be.
A glimpse one time,
As I passed by.
Sunk my soul
That image…not I.
How, from a boy
Has this become
The wasted life
Which stares back in shame
Knowing it cannot be undone.
Unrecognized am I.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2019
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I live
Your time is meaningless
I am and always will be
Beyond what you know
I CANNOT DIE
For death is me
And I surround thee
Flaunting an inescapable fate
that awaits yee.
You go about your lives
Shrouded by me
Brushing me aside
When fortune favors thee
But I decide
Not luck nor chance
Nor fortunes favored glance
It is but a matter of your time
Then sands run out
And death submits this final rhyme.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2020
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Why do I do it.
Why with each dime I get,
Do I conveniently forget
My promise to myself,
To stop, to do something else.
I can’t, but believe I can.
My belief is lost,
When money finds my hand.
This is the last.
I swear. No more.
The hangover fades.
Why do I do it restored.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2020
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