Short Furnishing Poems

The bright tint,
Of the beaming sun,
Recklessly, hapazardly,
Settling, scattering itself,
Through the bounty of nature,
The thick deep dark woods,
Furnishing the brutes,
The Brookes,
With eternal Sunbeam,
And solace;
The minute lithics and mighty beasts,
Laying in the Haven,
In sheer consolation,
Fearless,
Unconscious,
Heedless,
To even fathom life's unforseen perpetual occurances...

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Every star
is someone eles's son
(shield your eyes)
shrug off hate 
from everyone

familiar place
been here before
thousands of nights 
the ocean shore

coasts are changing
minds align
hate and fear
must now resign

connect the dots 
move my child
tame the shy
wake the wild

shred advice 
relayed from the miser
castrate cancer 
obstructing the wiser

transcendental
the hydrogen burns
furnishing life
each time earth turns ...

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When just a child so young
I saw it in your home
The very beautiful vase
That sat on a shelf alone

A vase of glass cut so fine
It held a single rose divine
Admiring it from afar
At home we only had a jar

Our furnishing were simple
In our home there was no plan
It was not designed by a master
We did the best that we could demand

How could I ever imagine
A vase just so refine
You would put in my trousseau
So I could have a rose divine...

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