Best Few Short Years Poems

Nature in it’s utmost,
has no wont of haste.
Time has little meaning,
and there is no waste.

One year or a million,
matters not at all,
everything that lives,
eventually will fall.

Ashes turn to ashes,
and dust goes back to dust.
All Flora and Fauna, 
are building up the crust.

So death is there...

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For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain,
Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein.
A favoured dumping place, for household unwanted things -
out of sight, out of mind; and no good what it brings.

Life was almost non-existent in the creek
and weed infestation makes it...

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For you, the first to teach me poetry,
I wrote a little poem at age nine.
I don't remember writing any more
till I had you for English in ninth grade.

One day when we were talking at your desk,
I saw a single laminated sheet.
I took a closer look...

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He claimed the highest perch
in the breeding loft and was, by far,
the biggest pigeon in the flock.
I named him Hector.
A thick, puffed up ball
of red feathers and testosterone 
made him stand out
and was a gift from a leading fancier
eager to improve the bloodlines
of my rather...

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Technological age.
Advancement of advancement,
Digital acceleration unlimited.

Gifted and pocketed,
This watch,
Dull dark silver,
True and tested mechanic,
Short and sturdy chain,
Analogue accuracy.

It fits comfortably in my jeans pocket,
Ages alongside my creasing lines with wear marks,
Time isn't well kept with its adolescent sporadic tock,
Certain to be set to be kept...

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No name appears on my stone
there are no flowers strewn
grasses grows knee high
full of thorny brambles

How did this come to pass
that so soon I am forgotten
no longer in memories am I
no one tends to my grave

Yet but a few short years
have passed since my death
my...

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Suddenly, he found himself floating through the air.
He saw no light and heard no sound, just darkness everywhere.
Trying to remember the place where he had been.
Although he wasn’t sure it seemed to him that he had sinned.

He had committed many crimes in just his few...

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Precious little Zack
Sweet, innocent and pure
Went through this lifetime
For only a few short years

I missed the opportunity of
His last years of development
But my memories stay filled
Of the younger days he spent

Even with disabilities
Born to this child
He always gave his cute
Crooked little smile

When Zack was a...

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melodic open
blue throat chakra overflow
soft and kind words of 

too much wisdom from 
lil child of a few short years
prophetic and calm

sweet lines of peace stay
on her lips both night and day
giggly bluebird speak...

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Life is a charming word
it ends at an unknown time
and has a smaller dimension than is supposed
what difference is there between us
except the sorrows we meet?
our life's diary has limited pages...
your's is one grand day,
our's last a few short years. 

our bodies meet under the...

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My dearest Nathan Reide 
4 years on, still my heart bleeds 
I'm always here with thoughts of you
with a glimmer of clarity I catch myself 
As my fingers dial your phone     
For close to a year I called through
After that dreaded...

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A New King?
The future Ebenezer Scrooge will be clever and unkind, but not that bright. Will he try to rule as king of kings, and put out all the Christmas lights? Or will some politician consider it wasteful, thinking he’s always right? Some will seek...

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What would I do without my precious furry friends,
Part mischeif but all blessing and faithful to the end,
You look at me with eyes of love,
You never hold a grudge,
You think I'm  far to wonderful to criticize or judge,
It seems yor greatest joy in life...

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your like my second mom...
but for some reason, 
this is really hard 
to write...

this poem is supposed to be 
about you and me
well that could 
turn into a 
a novel...

we have been through so much,
you knew me before
i even knew
myself 
10/14/96

we even we on vacation
me...

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When all goes down the toilet and you lose your life’s work
And you’re told to reinvent yourself, what’s wrong with you, you jerk?
Oh sure, I was this before and now I’m going to be that.
I’ll make up for thirty years work lost and soon again...

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