Child Ottava Rima Poems

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In the hush of twilight, serenity sings,
its voice, a whisper in the wind that brings
a melody soothing, a tune so mild,
wrapping the world in comfort,...

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Donning a vintage coat, boots, hat and all,
the last organ grinder readies his smile,
outside the old age home, heeding love’s call,
to rekindle heart’s joy, for...

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My child is born with special needs -- should I cry
   I am not prepared to deal with this at all
Lord, how could...

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C-hild of nature prefers forest, 
H-aving vigor to climb the mountain; 
R-efreshed and replenished, 
I-f she drinks from the fountain.
S-he loves to soar high in...

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Am I the heartbeat of the crimson leaf?
Can my pulsating blood in nature be
the freedom of a summer's coming grief,

or is my fate ordained in...

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I trace a pour along the field of woe

As ireful winds  gush onto rainfall’s doom; 

Boughs curling wet lobes;   these  eyes...

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Rain’s riot banishes peace of mind day,
Deluge damning dumps devious rage wet.
Storm, summer rain's wild child pours on display;
Lightning fierce, firing fitful since sunset,
Bass booming...

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SUMMER CALL OF LIGHTNING BUGS AND RAIN

At dusk of Spring, the lightning buzz of bugs.
The sinkhole drain of creeks, its bed - depressed.

What hell has...

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That look of fierce disdain, nobility! 
That regal plume of chestnut ruddy-brown 
with speckled breast! No hint of weak servility 
besmirched the falcon's fine, imperious...

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Jehovah gave me two boxes to keep
One box was black the other was gold
In the black box, put the tears that you weep
Put your sorrows...

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The ebb and flow of salty seas cools sands
Calm rinses burning heat from sunny shores.
A gleeful child builds castles with small hands.
Serenely, Mother watches and...

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A warring god of wind storms and lightening,
Rudra, rough looking, well built, braided hair
Golden in color, of firm limbs widening
With streaks of lightening and fearful...

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Ruth, Orpah, Naomi.  Each robbed by the grave.
Three widows, hearts breaking, now trek the unknown.

Then Orpah turns back, but Ruth vows, true and brave
That...

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Victorian Era
~Victorian Era~
I think that the Victorian age would have suited me
The ingenuity fashion the great exhibition
Would all have been fascinating for me to see.
Not...

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Listen oh child to the gold of my years.
I have learned though that you shall not falter.
No wisdom shall flow without shedding tears.
My prudence I...

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