Best Courtney Poems

Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings 
tripping warming...

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"COURTNEY LYNNE WILSON"

     Counting the blessing, I feel today
     Oh Lord than you for bringing this child...

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His name was Courtney
Met him on trip to New York
I rode in his cab...

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Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among...

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MEMORY OF NOTHING

Listen:
Drag branches comeback
Across the forest floor:
Knowledge of the rough¡

At water’s edge
I gather some things up:
“Happy Ending Story”.

We’ve the time to give the Babel...

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F- Flight of ones senses, delight with a name.
R- Religion without fences, carry on from day to day. 
E- Earthquakes from desires, caught with-in natures...

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Now I don’t know if I really learned about love
Or if I got to explore what it’s made of
Is it a warm feeling when you...

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A land that captures your attention;
encapsulate your thoughts of natural beauty and tranquility
A land of divine sunshine.
A place of seashores; a land with momentum water...

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Lemme tell ya'
about a kid 
whose mind is so far down the gutter
he was seen scheming on another kid's mother
being obscene
at the scene he
whistled and...

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Your Diploma is your first big step.
Knowledge is your key!
Achieving what you want in life,
and being, what you want to be!

Learning never ceases, *Poke,
though Graduation's...

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Hidden Treasure
Hidden, locked away
A last resort
A compromise
When your well has gone dry
You search endlessly for me
Certain that my presence 
Always awaits your lonely soul
Underneath your...

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Your beauty is a ripe and full
as the moon in view
so many tried to compete but there
talents were to few
for the mother that you are
is...

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The Ethical Self
by
Rick Folker

If there is evil here, it is complacency, and it is collective.
- Courtney Martin/columnist for On Being

The Moral Arc is bent
but not...

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Today is so very special
the day you were chosen
the cutest smile
and most vibrant halo
you were brighest of the cherubs
and once again we celebrate 
the day...

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If deserted, was I, on an island, and was allowed only three integral items to take with me, what would they be?

If we are speaking...

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