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Why the Willow Weeps

The Willow did not always weep,
in summer sun and breeze.
But sorrow once did quickly creep,
amongst the bark and leaves.

For long ago a maiden fair,
would bask beneath the tree.
Each day as she had rested there,
the tree would always see.

The beauty of her freckled face,
the softness of her skin.
The sweetness of her simple grace,
her love it hoped to win.

Reaching out to take the chance,
in all its strength with care.
Dropping low the limb and branch,
to shade the maiden fair.

To hide her from all pain and strife,
to cradle her within.
To help her through her gentle life,
from now until the end.

But soon she cease to come and lay,
beneath the now bowed limb.
Her heart it seems had flown away,
as hope now starts to dim.

So lonely was the branching Willow,
that in sorrow it would stay.
Forever bent and bowed down low,
until this present day.


By Tom Clark, Copyright 2008
Email:   tclark97045@yahoo.com
Website:  www.tomclarkarts.com

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Within Her Breath

Within Her Breath

I heard upon the desert wind,
a song that sounds so sweet.
It lives within this dry parched land,
that lays beneath my feet

It grows within the desert palm,
and shines within its sun.
A song that reaches deep inside,
that’s not for everyone.

A song I see in eyes so bright,
and in that flowing hair.
A song that creeps into the heart,
and rides the desert air.

For if I stop and feel the wind,
I know that I will hear.
The softness of your bated breath,
as I am drawing near.

I’ll hear your passion on the wind,
and touch your gentle hand.
I’ll ride between those swaying palms,
upon the desert sand.

For I will pick the fruit of love,
that lives within the palm.
And hear within your gentle breath,
a loving desert psalm.
                                   by Tom Clark

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For the Longings of a Heart

Within my moon lit courtyard.
When night, is late and dark.
The raven comes to sit with me.
And tempts me to embark.

Upon a journey that entails.
The mind and hand and heart.
To walk a road, once tread before.
That can leave a dreadful mark.

But deep inside I hear the song.
And know that gentle spark.
That caresses all that lives in me.
And touches mind and heart.

So if the winds of wisdom.
Blow softly in the dark.
Then walk this road again, I might.
For the longings of a heart.

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Out of My Pocket

They say, Obama was mad,
that made the oil companies sad.
To save the day,
they have to pay.
While raising the price just a tad.

                          By Tom Clark

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Normal

Normal

If normal is as normal does.
Then normal is as normal was.
If normal makes it all OK.
Then normal is the only way.

If normal does not fix the pain.
Then normal is what we restrain.
In looking at what we believe.
As we’re groping to achieve.

The normal, that just went askew.
As we learned and as we grew.
The normal that we’d try to be.
The normal that we'd always see.

In the words of those who cared.
And in the words of those impaired.
For normal is as normal does.
If normal ever really was. 

By Tom Clark, Copyright 2008
Email:  tclark97045@yahoo.com

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Lived In Me

***( Consider this my tribute to Edgar Allen Poe )***


I met the ones that crawl below.
Not so very long ago.

When failing legs did cause the fall.
That brought me to their garden wall.

And as I laid among the leaves.
beneath the tall and brawny trees

My bones took on a dreadful chill.
And breath would ceased as I lay still.

For now the ones that crawl below.
Will soon begin to ebb and flow.

And as they move with greater haste,
Hungry now for just a taste.

They enact their grisly trade.
In the garden where I laid.

And so begins the ghoulish feast,
For all the little squirming beasts.

For as they feast they will be,
The last of all that lived in me.

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Forgotten Words

Forgotten Words

Alone we enter and alone we leave,
So what is better to believe?

That in all things we did what's right,
We struggled through with all our might.

That in this realm for this short time,
We stood our ground and walked the line.

Or could it be that in our haste,
Some precious things we left to waste.

Forgetting that in all we live,
The best of all is what we give.

By Tom Clark

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Dreams

Dreams

In our minds begins the root,
of all that is now real.
For long ago it started off,
with just a simple wheel.

In our dreams we wished to fly,
high up in the air.
And in our minds we found a way,
to put ourselves up there.

All we have within our lives,
did start within a dream.
So all the things we see at night,
may not be what they seem.

For it could be within the dark,
that things now live the dream.
And it could be within our minds,
that dreams have now redeem.

All the things that crawl and walk,
deep within the night.
And all the things that hide away,
from the morning light.

By Tom Clark

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Your Beauty

You Beauty

Your beauty is a special thing,
your heart a special place.
You are the one that I adore,
and hope that you will grace.

My life with all you have to give,
and share with me the space.
That lives within your tender heart,
and shines within your face.

So if you dare to share with me,
that sweet and special place.
I will always cherish you,
and your sweet embrace.

By Tom Clark

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Wobble

Wobble

When love is lost and tossed aside,
there faith and hope will all have died.

For the loss you feel when you're alone,
there are no words that can atone.

And a heart that's lost within the night,
has no hope of shining light.

For the truth you see is simply a lie,
and the word you heard was just Goodbye.

Too late you learn this simple truth,
that dreams once born of a childish youth.

Can never see the light of day,
as long as the heart stands in the way.

For the heart you see is a fickle thing,
that spins in a wobble on a blackened string.

By Tom Clark