Inspirational Zebra Poems

Allow the rain 
Hunt for berries
Echoes cast our shadows
Accept the start
Deduce the summer nights

Lemon scented mead
Initiate the Eclipse
Escape the Bunker
Silver snow storms with warm shelter

Protect...

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Life

Life is full of pain, 
and I don't know why? 

I do in fact...
know the Lord, 
I know Him... 
by name. 
He is with me....

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Longing

Little mermaid on the rock, 
Wishing and wondering, 
What it would be like, 
just to walk?

Little girl in a chair, 
riding around on wheels of...

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I Know

I am not afraid.
The list is very long, 
of positives and good things. 
There is no reason to fear.
That is the number one reason,...

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The Rules 

They are changing, 
before our eyes. 
Well, not really for all. 
For some, they are brand new. 
For others, they are historic. 
Just...

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A Lemon Yellow Hat

The morning light of a new day, 
cascades through the bedroom window. 
I am alone. 
Your pillow is soft, and close by,...

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Spring Flower

Long fine hair, 
that lay softly across her shoulders, 
and trailed down her back, 
all the way to her waist. 
The colors of brown...

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Dangerous Visions

I see you and you see me. 
We are not free anymore. 
Or at least that is your intent. 
You place the bonds...
you brought...

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The Carcass

The best part of the meal, 
the bones, the things others throw away. 
The wingtips, the neck, the gizzard, the lizard...
a fowl needs to...

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To Heaven

My Lord, my King, 
my Sovereign Father, 
mercy and grace.
The finest flowers for the 
hour of Your birth. 

Lost are the souls born of...

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Truth 

You are everything you told me you are, 
I just was not listening....

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Ode to Bob

My little bird, 
that bites, 
hard.
How I love thee, 
anyway. 
You make me laugh, 
and cry, 
and believe
that all things 
are exactly…
what God...

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When Friends Are More

My mother, 
I wish to be disowned. 
My father, 
died. 
My step father… 
too dark. 
The rest, 
worthless people, 
that take. 

How...

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The Ugly Sweater

Grandma taught me to crochet. 
My aunt she taught me to knit. 
I can do neither well. 
It is the truth. 
At six,...

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My Umbrella

It was the reason
for everything,
needed, 
that had any value. 

It started with rain, 
on a Sunday morning. 
It moved to the car,
that would not...

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