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Jerry Laue Poem
Where the hail crests the sunlight by the hill on which we laid
Though the bedding were not empty as the rocks did fight away
In the confounds of our memories too soon pass ways galore
Love then dines as faiths are born to the measure of one’s hearts true implore
Then the captives of the waves sang loudly as a choir
Till the sodden depths remained the same
still titles were yet held within the unquenched flame
Bore the night the sparkling sky for the darkened purply never rests
As the widow of a King bore all that she had torn
Combing hill after dale for the goodness is there born
See thine self for thyself in truth before wisdom is saddled upon the shelf
Shalden…
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As the presented light peered to cross the meadows yawn
the timbre of the winds hollowness plied through the forest arches low to high as daring darts two squirrels did fly to here and there if only to dine upon the seeds of which they-had in mind. Against the grass she howled once more to twist the branches as they bore then sail this melody as she had before.
There above it all where trees not stretched the wind unbarred
lest the clouds which etched thick tumultuous breaths tween here and there unmet and unkept…
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As I sat I stared at the teeniest tiniest of hairs which by and by was not so easy for these naked eyes to quantify it was but one single prayer that then as it were by or perhaps with some sort of surprise that I realized that what I had just then surmised could only have been seen slantwise…
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It is not but a tiny ball of yarn I say as I roll it around in my hand then throw it away. The littlest furball sees it and squalls a hiss which made her mother even twitch. She pounced and rolled and bounced and scolded that teeny tiny ball of yarn until she molded it upon her four paws. Down on her back it was a balancing act which then brought a smile to my face in fact. Oh my goodness the cuteness and the pureness addresses each part of my heart. Her eyes alight as her brother jumps in or on if you will. Within a moment it is a torrent of hisses and scratches which the ball of yarn matches by somehow staying together. As the claws turn to paws each lies on their and pauses if only to draw more air. Then again it ensues two frisky kitties on the loose as the ball they did choose for theirs.
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Why for then do we loose
The ire
The anger
The bitter abuse
For love is all that we are in truth
Yet seeing mankind through the eye of today
Their pains
Their angst
Their wandering ways
One questions the not
as if it were
Somewhere hidden
down in the depths
a curr
still so the indefinite verity
Making our lives less bereft
Or even a melody
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I prayed for love
I prayed for peace
I prayed for Jesus to carry me
As he lifted me up
He dried my tears
To the fork in the road we go my dear
My eyes were wide
My breath was slow
My thoughts weren’t only on the fork in the road
He looked down at me
I slow gazed into the light
that was carrying me away up to the everlasting Heavens so bright
He said if you honestly loved me then you’ll love everyone
Each ear will be theirs
As well as this heart
Contentment will race from the deeds which you choose
To guide them through the dark
I then would live right through you and all that you do
You could be the light of the stars in their eyes or until forever comes too…
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There I stood where the smell of ancient oaken trees ran cleanly clear through the time honored wood only to be hung there lithely clinging unto the very breath we could not do anything but hold… as it became to be beholden to none it seemed to be tied to the polarized tenacity of the moss which thereby us clung in comical yet musical strands around the worm ridden bark a foray of bird’s voices were at play as though bells it rung from trunk to leaf to feathery beak again and again beneath the sound of our breathless breathes being trapped as deeply as time alone dared too…and so these hearts our hearts were then flung along this very same path until we two all to soon swelled with passionate wales only be quelled to surrender to the silence surrounding us…our eyes then welled upon swollen lids only to calm again peacefully longing to bathe in those deepest feelings and upon those very wishes each sound filled thought were caught then sprung free to ride the very same wish to a crescendoed volley down into our hearts to rest in and about our smiles that gloriously magical day...
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I rather prefer the
scarce
yet
simple and faint
whispers
where the
quiet
reaches
the quell
as the
still in the storm
rises
till the rains
booned
befall
downward
only to stain
each of every argument born
hearts there
now bared
complain not
and
would never quell
this
that
nor Any
nightingales
sound
nay
Even wing I say
Yet
do tell
Miss daylight
to ponder
her path well
until the end of the oceans crest
bequeath her to sing
hover now
Miss cloud
o’er the line
which
ne’r were to be crossed
by sight
nor lean
nor light
beamed
ne’r any other cost
under said bridge
we two sailed
hearts bared and sore
singed and worn
whilst
the rings of loss
tarred once more
those reckless
hearts of men
were the
to be
drowned
if ffor not
their
own
separate tears
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