Short Four Corners Of The Earth Poems
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Helen
©Ben Burton 5-11-15
A plane devoid of noises
Within a darkened cave
No words of consolation
Assuage the rants and raves
Awareness unattended
Has obfuscated will
But fluid through the fingers
Puts ink into the quill
She roars across forever
Four corners of the earth
The Alabama legend
Has made their voices heard
V-iewing the entire earth
I-s a wonderful sight;
E-ast and west touch the horizon,
S-outh and north set poles
A-right
P-aint the earth's four corners,
A-rtwork is a masterpiece;
S-ee the picture in perspective,
A-nd you will truly find peace.
P-ortrait of life November eighteenth
O-pens the day of your birth;
R-apture is gladly given
T-o the four corners of the
E-arth.
To the four corners of the earth
I will never give up my search
For my one and only true love
An attraction that fits like a glove
Until I find that admiration
My search is an exploration
Till my queen is in my arms
Electrified from my charms
Happiness is a thousand to one
As soon as my search is done
Happily ever after it goes
Like a newly blossomed rose
~Leonard Napierskie
Summer is like a street party that never ends
It's the time of year
That everyone wears a smile.
It's full of dancing
Laughter,cheer and fun
When colors unite.
When children voices are heard
From the four corners of the earth
Like busy bumble bee at a honey comb conference.
When the earth is at it's calmest
And people find sincerity and peace
It's the time of the year
When all your worries and fears
Just seem to disappear.
I lie on crumpled velvet
pressed against the four corners of the earth.
My ears pick up chatter around me.
Chatter of my greatness.
Chatter full of lies.
Dirty, filthy lies.
They say I was kind
when in reality
I only focused on others when convenient.
They say I was dependable.
But I depended more on others
than they did on me.
The mourners finish gabbing
sharing their stories of foolishness and naivety
and together
they lower me into the dust.