Whole Poems - Poems about Whole

Maternal never came natural to you But laugh we did, crazy things you would do, You caused so much angst, guilt and tension, But my mother you were, with your fair complexion, Years went by and we muddled along more My tears mostly dry, almost closed the door Beautiful you were I see this all now, Wish you could see...

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There's lots of love inside of me Is that a bluebird who I see? Come and take some back with you Make a nest to house us two Decorate it how you like One chair, guitars and a mic Is all I want, you choose the rest The song we make will be the best...

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I am going to spend My whole life loving you My dear Father I am going to spend My whole life praying for you My dear Father I am going to spend My whole life Writing some poems For you my Dear Father Don't worry Father I won't let you down If I make a promise to you I will keep it Because I want to see you Happy Father ...

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You are the warmth of the summer sun That makes me long for distant shores On a rainy day You are the gentle breeze that bathes my face At the end of winter when spring flowers Come out to play You are the magnificence of the elusive moon That bids farewell to a day of joy And renders me whole You are the sweetness...

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If I made ends meet by meeting millions of millionaires in meetings galore, would you care to explore my heart? If I made up my mind to resign, and spend my time at a diner, behind the scenes, would you find a way to care about me? If I took up poetry, and wrote hundreds of stories, told in metaphor,...

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In this write my spirit stands.' To curse satans war on all Humans.' For the move in taking babes from mothers breasts.' To g m crops and toxic weed killrs all drawn from A loathsome war chest.' Used to weaken bones and skin And immunity.' Along with flouride waste added in; so we see' the demonic involvd in...

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We are fire in the rain never really getting anywhere But we are also two flames in the wind, can't survive without each other I'm jealous and tired and torn but you are my home. This is messy, but I won't leave — Because love lives here too We're drowning, but you keep me afloat. We're a storm, but you're my warmth. I may...

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Please don’t ever leave me – I know You are a promise That I can hold to, a promise that will never leave, A promise that is full of grace, filled with love that never fades Arising in the heart who believes, a freedom that restores So I am so amazed, so amazed… I’ll ever praise, ever pray. Please don’t...

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Ill-logical..? Philosophy.' Devious topoggraphy..Asset flow Incorperated to bringl a stagnant; septic situation.' In the 1970's a $ 10,000 cash limit was the goal, we were led to Beleive.' Not then in force..Yet a desireable goal.? It would Deter crime, we would be cleaner, sorta body and soul.' I Compose these lines now decades later.' And observe its Still 'the goal?'...

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A bullet speaks loud in fleeting breath Fires rage while weaving death The wind cries out in a desperate wail A burdened mind dreams to no avail Anger smolders waiting to rise A tempest brewing in disguise But a smile from you is bright Thawing hearts and restoring light ...

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My wife is simply the most awesome cluck* For my birthday she made a juicy duck Squirt of this, squirt of that Big fat duck just went splat ...

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I have heard of a lazy day Now I live them daily Doing little to nothing at all Looking at piles of things I could sort But I don’t. Retirement is a whole new perspective A world unbeknownst to me until now I have been dormant for six months Living in a world of sitting, sleeping and lounging Wearing pajamas, elastic waistbands, and sweatshirts I...

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I started digging a hole, When I was young they told me I would reach China if I kept digging, I think the spade was a gift but maybe it was a burden, I am fine with the labour, The days the sun shines drums up a thirst, I used to drink sweet things and smile while I dug. Now...

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I was a late arrival born in nineteen fifty-eight, during the folk revival. As a kid, music was survival. Records then sounded great on a platter or a plate, like Peter, Paul, and Mary, and Puff on a seventy-eight. Later, having no place to go and no one to meet, Mr. Tambourine man would show a wonder I did not know. In my consciousness, he took a...

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They got the whole world in their hands Worth north of a trillion dollars, (plus or minus a billion dollars here and there), the unnamed obscenely rich, (which top 15 billionaires projected to become trillionaires can be located on the computer courtesy typing Top 15 billionaires projected to become trillionaires into the Google search bar and clicking EuroNews tab) will possess more money than the GDP (gross...

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