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Best Poems Written by Allen Beilschmidt Sr.

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Softness and Warmth

softer then cotton
warm as a hot cup of tea
cat purrs beside me

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Lazy Day

palm trees standing tall
   hammock swaying in the breeze
calm before the storm.

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Alone

December's harshness in the air
can never quite compare to the ice
inside your eyes-your stoic lack
of apathy.

So now your gone,
and what have you left me?
warm wine three quarters 
left untouched;

a faded photo down the hall;
drab dishes stacked in
stained grey cabinets.

The oaken table left
unfinished beside a
bare and sterile wall.

Do not return again, my love;
. To many chilly days have been
absorbed into -to many frigid nights.

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Eventide

warm breeze eventide
fireflies light pink roses
crickets sing a song.

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Nothing Now

silent as a hush
tranquil as a summer star
death knows nothing now.

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Awake

winter snow so warm
     In a dream-in a vision
Awake now-cold

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I Am

At times I am a dusty path
where soles of souls tramp over me.

Sometimes the helpless Lilly
bent backwards by a heavy breeze
that snaps the stem so easily.

But the times I am the tall majestic tree;
opalescent leaves full of fire;

then I am who I truly am-
my glory blazing brilliantly.

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I Wonder

There is a whisper through the wind
a sort of haunting
yet charming  thing.

A quiet flutter
from an old oak tree
while cricket's 
perfect rhythm 
replenish the land

I sit by placidly
as if seized by a dream,
closing my eyes: 

                     I wonder
                 and wonder
                 and wonder

but I'll never know

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Time

Now is always now.
that now is now gone;
here comes a new now
(and so it goes.)

My Italian Aunt
once told me:
'"Allen, whatever you do,
don't grow old."

She was in her eighties then;
bad back, eyes gone dim,
kidneys in serious lack.

Like a withered tree
she shriveled up
and blew away.

I took her words to wisdom
always knowing that
it can't be done.

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This Day

a day so happy
hibiscus all around me
tears another day.