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Alice Cunningham Poem
The dance of time has called us forth
and placed our feet upon the path.
So we must follow thru joy or ill
to make it to the end.
But in this dance there are for us choices to be made.
To leave this world a happier place or
one more filled with pain.
Now is the time to look upon the world
in which we live with kindness or savagery
to which will you lead.
The heart hopes more for kindness instead
of power and greed.
So which dance will you follow destruction or peace
For when you finally slumber within this earth of ours.
The dance of time will call to you
again and what will you find
Copyright © Alice Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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Alice Cunningham Poem
The colors of passion are red, green and gold
Red for the lovers caught in its' net
Green for the forsaken their heart turned to stone
Gold for the forgiven once more opening their arms to passion
Copyright © Alice Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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Alice Cunningham Poem
To sleep and
There to dream
In slumbers sweet embrace
To while away the hours
among lands far and wide
To walk in the steps of
Kings, Gods and wee folk
To feel sweet breezes brush the cheek
Cool sweet waters refresh the tongue
like exotic spices
And feel peace settle upon the brow
Copyright © Alice Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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Alice Cunningham Poem
Where stars a heartbeat
In the flutter of a baby's chest cradled
beneath their mothers breast
In the beat of running feet as a child
runs toward the future
In the wind as it blows the clouds around
or the water as it flows over pebbles on
its way to the sea
In the traffic on the busy streets or the
soft sounds of the forest deep
Why are we drawn to these sounds
be they harsh or gentle upon the ear
It is life that comes to us in a chorus
of sounds and feelings to lift us up or
take us down to the deepest despair
But we all listen for it from the sound of a baby's first cry
to the soft moan of a lover
to the peace that comes at the end
only to begin again so listen for the soft
Thuds of life
Copyright © Alice Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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Alice Cunningham Poem
When I hear a titter it always makes me sad for it seems repressed
afraid to show its' voice
A normal quiet laugh is a little better
still unsure of its' reception
But a good ole belly laugh makes my heart rejoice
for it is unabashed to make its' voice be known
One day I hope to join the ranks of the belly laugh
to be unashamed and proud of what I am
For laughter is the song of the soul
Copyright © Alice Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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Alice Cunningham Poem
It drags me from my bed
Full of expectations
What adventures wait for me
outside my covers
What tasks need done
once my head leaves my pillow
What joy awaits as I am released
from my beds' embrace
Copyright © Alice Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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Alice Cunningham Poem
As the day draws to a close and the glooming is upon us
The quiet creatures come forth to
sing their song and the soft magic rises
Fairies start to dance beneath the stars
and their music fills the air
The elves come forth to tend the forest and glade to walk under the moon
Gnomes rise to groom the forest creatures
and ted the little birds And man stands bewitched by the sight if he sees
believing he has dreamed a dream from beyond the veil
Copyright © Alice Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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