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Christy Kibbe Poem
there they are the country roads
the heavy dew shimmering like gold
under the trees the early mist
has not yet risen with its gracefulness
the farmers machines are parked on black soil
only next year will they need to be oiled
the wind ranging in strength from each direction
searching for warmth and protection
crystals of water settling on the cold surface
leaves an icy texture on the window
of where i observe this
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Copyright © Christy Kibbe | Year Posted 2020
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Christy Kibbe Poem
iI lost my feelings...
like a black bubble floating way.
The higher in the sky i go,
further away from life i flow-
i just know there's no returning,
because I'll have to return first....
and I dnt want to.
In my head dreams carry me away
out of reality i think
but how can it be reality
if i don't feel a single thing?
Like a single star-
change the color to black,
take away the shine
but as invisible as i am- -
i will appear holding a barrel of madness
but i don't cry.
Please don't pop-
I don't want this feeling to drop,
So I don't stop....
instead i laugh, telling the bubble
where I'd like to float next
something good must lay ahead
maybe if i just get a little bit higher
Copyright © Christy Kibbe | Year Posted 2020
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Christy Kibbe Poem
They called him the happy man
I was his greatest fan
Everywhere he would go
I'd be there at his show
he'd wink and he'd smile
i'd laugh all the while
To see him sing
the happiness it'd bring
was worth all the while
to see the this happy man
smile.
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Copyright © Christy Kibbe | Year Posted 2020
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