There Has Been Talk Poems - Poems about There Has Been Talk

Son, back when I was your age, I wish I'd had "The Talk". Sure, some folks might have tried but they weren't convincing I guess. I wish someone had made me see that my life was my own to master ~ that I was the artist, mighty and accountable. Instead at your age, with bated breath, I waited. I waited to grow up,...

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I need to talk about it. Honestly I know nobody needs to hear it. But I feel really, really alone. I really don't feel like I can keep this up most days. So I poured my heart out; And it's nothing new I know, And I talk about my problems too much and I'm always upset, And I know...

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They are now but cash cows (a trough in which to quaff) for the many attendees who sit on long-winded Government-funded investigation committees no one around to hear the sound (of what falls in the woods) while their coffers swelled for all the papers printed on the ecology more than several trees were felled the fracking drilling boring too (found underground) wastes water in copious quantities releases greenhouse...

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Sadly, only the heart does not always do, you need the strength of the money too. Money makes the world go round, only fools would say that it is not true. But the actions of the heart with money those are the only stories that achieve glory, a tale the people will tell more excitedly to you. *************************************** If I talk, it creates...

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be still for a moment listen to me come closer, let me whisper lend me your ear there are times when no one listens but the moon you are near you are far you are nowhere to be found come closer now, let me whisper lend me your ear stop what you're doing still your mind come closer now listen to what i have say i will open up...

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The rules are simple The rules are clear Talk about the weather But no politics here Talk about the wind Talk about the rain But never, ever Bring up social pain Talk about the sunshine Talk about the clouds But don’t bring up The political crowds If you do Best you prepare Cause things get hot And tempers will flare Can’t no one speak What they truly think Cause fights break out Quicker than...

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Lord, nobody loves me like you do. Only you know what I'm going through. In You only I place my trust. My mind's saying no, I tell it I must! You Lord are the One who created me. And it is You only that can set me free. Please forgive me for my sins. Grant me victory from within. Tell me Lord what...

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I asked the moon how I could stop loving. She, with a mocking glow, looked at me, and without compassion, smiled. —"What are you saying, foolish boy? Don't ask questions that already have answers."...

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Sprocket, .... Talk, It; Sound's Field's Move! Every Strength Of Fields; ...

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Talk and Walk “In the forest. You love ancient life,” said Satan. “Magnetized. Yes, magnetized,“ I answered. “Sure. You are magnetized by old life,” said Satan. “So good to meet with you again, Master,” I greeted Satan. “Let us go walk into your loved woods,“ Said Satan. “ So ancient. Oldest than life. Hoary. Eternal,” I answered Satan. “Best place to meet...

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If Walls Could Talk By Alice Maraglia I often wondered...

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Friends, sometimes you feel like there's no one to talk to, that there isn't a place where you can shout into the void without being heard, so I've created one for you, a space where silence becomes an echo. Completely anonymous, like a shadow walking on the edge of the night, nothing will be posted here, no word will...

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I talk to the trees and they listen to me I whisper sweet nothings they renew the air I breathe I talk to the trees tho' they don't respond beats speaking to myself in the back of beyond I talk to the trees tho' they never reply my words go unanswered don't ask them why I talk to the trees tho' they have little to say so the men...

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Father may I walk with you? I need to spend more time. I miss the tearful mornings with you, And the Great Peace! you give my mind. My selfish desires just pull me away, But eventually it's you I miss! My Creator and Lover of my soul, And the sweetness of your kiss! Then there are the special times, When you speak to me...

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An old clock ticks in the background Never quite sure of what time it is Yet steadfastly sure it is right at least twice a day It will not tell you your blood pressure Nor will it count your footsteps Or find you the nearest Starbucks Its gears will eventually wear down Softly lose their edginess Its ticks become a fading whisper It will...

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