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Rebecca Clarke Poem
No man is a god, fit to worship
There are no gods among fools of men
There are no men of honour
For it truly is a dying breed
That poet's still remember
And in there words our hope lives
Neither memory nor dream,
Forgotten rules of courtesy.
For truth and beauty,
Hope and grandeur.
Questioning of mans belief’s
Regardless of race or creed.
And still the genteel poets wonder
Where have the men of honour gone?
Who let them fade away?
Replaced by self seekers,
Greed and strife,
Truly for that is all it seems,
That survived our hero's plight
Copyright © Rebecca Clarke | Year Posted 2009
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Rebecca Clarke Poem
My darling little one
I love you, only you, always you.
Don’t hate me for falling in love,
I didn’t plan to
It just kind of happened
I realized awhile ago
That I was falling
But hoped to ignore it
Then before I knew it
You were there,
Just like you belonged.
In my head, my heart,
You are my next breath
And the dream that haunts
My every waking hour
The song that fills my life with music
You’re the lover I never knew
You’re the sun, the moon, the stars,
That guides my weary soul
You’re the hope, the dream, that I can be,
I can be everything
The knowledge that plays upon my mind
That there’s so much more to life
And I’ve found it here in your arms
And I surrender
But not you, not to me,
I surrender to the promise in your kiss
In what lies between us at night
I surrender to my love for you.
Copyright © Rebecca Clarke | Year Posted 2009
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