Best Want My Place In The Sun Poems

A place in the sun shines for me.

Under the acknowledgement tree.

I don't mean from others.

They are too busy to be bothered.

Only from my experiences in...

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A day in the springtime, so balmy and sunny,
A few precious moments with nothing to do
Found me on my lawn, in the sunrays of honey
Which...

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A PLACE IN THE SUN


A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . .
Orange and yellow palette brush my face,
they dry my...

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I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.

The observatory was...

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My heart resides where sunlight rests
upon the streets of gold,
a place where God’s love comforts me
and winds are never cold.
There, on the streets, He lights...

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Imagine, if you can, that I were a cloud
I would wear a new crown, of silver display
a shining example of grace over shrouds
I would drift...

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The sun was rising over Milton Creek, heralding the start of a new day
Two new residents were due in town, on the noon train from...

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There’s endless miles of golden sandy beaches
Sparkling aqua waters as far as the eye can see
Gods and Goddesses frolic au naturel down under
Here’s where Heaven...

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As I climbed up the ladder backwards
I somehow ended up at the bottom
I whispered in the ear of summer
until she turned into autumn

When my mirror...

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Endings or beginnings, there's reason for change
circling around me, are seasons, rearranged
As we say farewell to our place in the sun
Goodbye to our cove on...

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For me the whole universe is a stage
The past, the present, the future, every people, every age
I ride on the wings of my imaginations and...

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Casablanca
Gone with the Wind
I've seen this movie before,
and I know how it ends
First we start off slow,
then become Best Friends
That's when the Love Story begins
We...

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Your light delights me,
i say your light delights me Lord. 
Timber burns and leaves behind impotent ash,
your sun shines day to day without any ash...

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This was inspired by Georgette Johnson’s poem “Savouring Another Day”
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One cold day whilst I was out in the snow 
I went into a cafe for...

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Not marked on any mapped out town
found where the country is green and brown,
not on the gray, concrete corner of Main
can you find your way...

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