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Steve Johnson Poem
In the dry places
I wandered,
always seeking,
A soul thirsting for
the coolness of peace,
but never really finding
a lasting place
to call my own.
But upon one such journey,
behold I found a feather
nestled on the ground
amongst the oak leaves
and acorns.
A falcon feather,
beautiful by any standard
and created for high places.
And I picked it up.
I found myself dreaming of those places,
soaring magnificent, free from
gravity, free from bondage.
And there I found myself,
just beyond the next cloud.
Copyright © Steve Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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Steve Johnson Poem
There once was a lady from Rome
Who penned a scholarly tome
She spoke to the pope
Getting just the right dope
For a chapter on St. Peter's dome.
Copyright © Steve Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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Steve Johnson Poem
May this November full moon
bring forth light upon the chilled land,
shining brightly into your heart
as you travel life
down the shadowed path.
May it's illume
burst forth
awakening the precious spirit
that touches humankind from within,
Showering blessings
amongst those touched by your aura.
May the coldness
of the season;
melt by the beams
thrust forth
through the beacon of your love,
and surely goodness and mercy
will reign in abundance.
Copyright © Steve Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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Steve Johnson Poem
How long will the bleached bones cry
Under the auspice of unending sky
Whence came the curse
That empties the purse
Of poor mans soul
trying to fulfill the role,
of life upon earth
started sweetly by birth.
Surely there are places
where earths multi races
look beyond the past
to a peace that can last.
Transcending the wars
truth holds no scores
What man holds dear
overshadows the fear
Oh bones in the sun
When your time is done
when you hold no sway
exalt the new day
The spirit will scream
theres no stopping this dream
deaths expired lease
ushering in true peace.
Copyright © Steve Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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