Newell Poems


Forever

...Forever 

 Time is a word, without relevance or worth.
 Conceived by mankind, a distance from birth.
 If birth is the beginning, and death the end.
 A concept of life, where souls never blend

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Categories: newell, creation, destiny, holocaust, home,
Form: Epic

Now

...NOW

In the Realm of heaven, where time is not.
Only pure channeled love, is every thought.
Where energy of souls, blend and is God.
Perfection the purest, no needs, no wants.

But as is creat...
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Categories: newell, angel, corruption, creation, earth,
Form: Dramatic Verse


What Time Is It

...From Melbourne to Sydney is a bloody long drive,
and my ambition’s to get there alive,
that means I must stop and then drift off to sleep,
or I could end up in a bloody great heap.

The Newell i...
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Categories: newell, humor,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberThe Realist Painter Andrew Wyeth

...Andrew Newell Wyeth the artist
An American realist painter
Choice subjects were local land
And people around him
His art reflects plight
A father's hold
Keeping him
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Categories: newell, art,
Form: Nonet

Life Without Her

...As tears flow down our faces in sad streams
Our minds drift away to bittersweet dreams
With heads held high, we push out bad thoughts
We all just make sure that we love her lots
Life without her ...
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Categories: newell, death, depression, family, life,
Form: Rhyme


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