Sorrow Zebra Poems

The End of Nothing

I am sitting...
waiting and thinking. 
Really going crazy, 
slowly insane. 
I am at home, 
trapped. (by discretion)

My guy is in the building....

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In the cold space,
between the ceiling and the rafters, 
angels drift like butterflies, 
ever answering the calls, 
of both hope and sorrow! 

A mother's song,...

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The Cane

Not made of candy, but real wood. 
It belonged to my father’s father, 
and his father, before him. 

No, they were all good man....

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New Friends

High and low I have looked for you.
You are hard to find.
I talked to everyone, but they think...
I am crazy.
Where are you?

Low and high,...

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Prayer 

On Sunday, 
The saints gather…
Not the normal service, 
later, when others…
are home. 

They are quiet, 
and humble. 
They have come, 
to the house of...

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Quiet this Morning

Willow…
Skipping rocks.
Sorrow…
Crying sometime.
Missing…
You.

The echo in the hall way is deafening. 
I try hard to make no noise at all. 
I don’t want to...

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LISTEN TO MS. BELL CAST A SPELL

The chick can sing, dance and entertain
She’ll sing today’s hits and down memory lane
The lady’s voice is luxurious and...

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LISTEN TO MS. BELL CAST A SPELL

The chick can sing, dance and entertain
She’ll sing today’s hits and down memory lane
The lady’s voice is luxurious and...

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