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Jasmin Shear Poem
As I sit here, sipping my over-priced latte', I wonder
I wonder about next year
about next month
about tomorrow,
and I realize:
I realize soon
it will be next year
and even sooner, next month
let alone tomorrow,
So why is it I'm so infatuated with such a sudden future?
Maybe it's because
Tomorrow has the ability to make dreams come true
It bares a place to reside in,
when there is no longer enough time in today,
It has a way of making promises
that you don't even care whether or not they come true,
as long as they feel good to hold, for tonight:
Tomorrow can also pass you by,
but it seems never to fail
to come right back, for today.
I guess the only reason
I spend so much energy imagining
the possibilities that tomorrow holds
Is because, I can't help but wonder
what if maybe they'll be a day,
A today, tomorrow, just once, forgets to come.
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She walks the paths less traveled
collecting wild flowers and fallen butterflies,
She knows that if she just keeps walking
she'll find herself where she once was,
Only she doesn't know which path to follow;
She sits in the seemingly endless field of sunflowers
singing silent songs of a distant tomorrow,
She believes that as the seasons change
she'll find herself closer to Him,
And she pretends not to notice the Sunflowers fade;
She dreams in the perfect forest solitude
gazing up at the Moon staring down,
She wonders, If she sends her wishes to the stars
will she find herself back in his arms?
But she remains there, alone, in the forest;
She runs through the pages in her mind
re-living those special moments they've shared,
She holds tight to the promise he made
she stirs it in with her lemonade,
But as the ice cubes melt
Slowly, He fades.
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Autumn came this summer
on a cool winter's day
Then spring walked in behind her
Then spring soon danced away:
A flower grew beside her
from a freshly fallen pile of snow
And the petals fall onto the ground
shortly after the winds blows:
As quickly as the seasons change
so the same, time does pass
and the memory of frozen ground
is soon your bed of grass:
The time which a flower bares it's bloom
or clouds share their summer rain
Quickly passes with the shifting winds
As it guides away your pain:
My lover spoke just as a friend
As a stranger, then took my hand
As one beginning drew to another end
the setting sun made me understand:
The Earth is not that far around
The sun rises in the day
And as quickly as the lightning strikes
The storm can roll away.
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You have to fly
to keep your wings,
You have to look
to see better things;
You must have faith
otherwise, you'll fall,
and before you can run
you first, must crawl;
How can you have hope
if you don't believe?
If you don't even try
You'll never achieve;
If you wan't to know
you'll just have to learn,
You can not touch fire
and expect no burn;
You must wake up
before you can dream,
and it can look like gold
but that thing won't gleam;
You have to be honest
if you want the truth,
to see into the future
Take a look at the Youth;
If you want it to be Love
it must touch the Heart,
Love never has to end
if you know where to start;
Don't ever feel alone
We all get hurt,
Every beautiful flower
Must Rise up from the Dirt.
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She lives on the edge of town
she wears a second-hand smile and a faded gown,
She spreads the love around
but at night when she cries there's no lovin' sound:
She's got a lot to give
There's a whole lot of life that she has yet to live,
She wants to make them see
All the fools walk around, but so blindly:
Who is she to talk?
She still hasn't learned to gracefully walk,
She admits, she's got a lot to learn
and with every mistake, comes the after-burn:
They've got a lot to say
and the stones from their mouths bruise her everyday,
She feels a lot of hurt
No one can see her clearly through the dust and dirt:
The fault may be her own
by now she's built a fortress from those sticks and stones,
she's suffered broken bones
but what can soothe the pain when it's your heart, alone?
By now, she's flown away
like the birds she was waiting for a sunny day,
what have you left to say?
You all stood by and simply watched her colors start to fade:
She's now the setting sun
smell her sweet fragrance when the day is done,
She's not the only one
We were taught to stand strong
but we all learned to run.
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As I sit here
at a table for one
hundreds of miles away,
I imagine where I'll be
when the winter winds down
and the sun warms my skin again,
I realize, this is it
a new beginning
the crossroads
the winds are changing
and cradling me softly with them
I just pray they'll be gentle
and carry me safely
to where I belong:
where ever that may be.
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I feel the sun's comin' out today
She's pushin' those mean ol' clouds away
So that I can see past these shades of grey
to a real far place, that I'm not yet, today:
I've been dreamin' here, so patiently
but a journey lies ahead of me
a vision, I was born to see
a dream, meant to be reality:
I must convince the wind to whisper, "Please"
so to soothe the storm, and thunder ease
Then I can step out from beneath these shadey trees
and chase after harmonious melodies:
Be still mighty waters, it's time to part
and leave no path, besides my heart
I hear the first step is the hardest part
so where I now stand, Is where I shall start.
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I wake from a dream,
wiping the sweat from my body and a clouded vision from my eyes,
I hear nothing but the cool autumn rain dancing on the empty streets, and the lonely
wind howling at the moon, even more alone in his solitude called Night.
I feel your warm breath on the back of my neck.
The world of silence transforms into a world of song.
I turn to you and steal a kiss from your sleeping lips.
I gaze in amazement and satisfaction at the peaceful serenity that is your ora.
The rain's silent footsteps return and her rythmn beats softly.
The wind begins to hum, His voice, sweet and skilled.
My senses return and the moon beams as if he's touched by the feeling of his first real
encounter of Love,
It is discovered...
A smile tiptoes onto my lips and as I slip into a snuggly hug,
I whisper to you and speak of my love.
Night then kisses my heavy eyelids
and I sleep.
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Woke last night to the sound of tears
felt a feeling that's been lost for years,
A smile kissed my tearstained cheek
cause I now am strong where I once was weak:
NightingGale came, rustling her tired wings
I admit my sight has seen stranger things,
There she sat, and there she stayed
Til the Morning sun washed Night away:
Hypnotic rythmns sing their blues
a new bird came with golden hues,
That NightingGale danced away with Night
Now shadowed by the Morning Light:
Here I remain with sweet Morning Bird
she sings the song and I speak the word,
Her voice is skilled, and her spirit, free
Transformed me with her melody:
Woke at dawn from the thunderin' storm
Night's wind is cold, Morning Breeze is warm,
Young NightingGale, return, and hear our song
I search the sky, but knew she was gone.
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I want to be manipulated
and made into
The River's self-consciousness
cleansed and new with every bend
so that I may be
Souly Yours.
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