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Norman Geary Poem
Listen closely as I chirp my song,
In sycopated rythms the birds tell their story.
It's not complicated to understand,
They are reachingout to you,
Just listen to their many voices.
With high and low pitches,
They begin their sonatta.
What are they saying to you?
Why now do they reach out to speak?
many times you have been here,
And you missed their message.
Now you hear their voices,
You want to hear more.
Sing A Song For Me.
Copyright © Norman Geary | Year Posted 2005
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Norman Geary Poem
Walking through the thick,
Green and grey fog,
The moisture of life's despair,
Wraps a blanket of pain and self-consciensiousness,
Upon my soul.
Leaving trails of emptiness and depression,
Step-by-Step,
The walk through life's challanges,
Escallating to voyages to many misty,
Lonely,empty dreams.
No chance sunlight will show her face,
Amongst these players on this stage.
It's curtain call,
It's a hue of grey unclear images.
Last minute promises and broken plans.
Riverwalk
Copyright © Norman Geary | Year Posted 2005
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Norman Geary Poem
Nothing is moving,
The wind is standing still.
Moss begins to grow,
Under my tattered feet.
Raindrops are silent and cold.
The sky is dark.
Ice begins to freeze,
On tree limbs.
Silent
Copyright © Norman Geary | Year Posted 2005
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