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Charles Gadbois Poem
God Paints The Sky
Have you ever wondered what it would be like on the other side?
Take time out to give thanks, and not to be blind.
I believe that in the morning God paints a sunrise.
In the evening in many colors, he paints the sky.
Be grateful for all that he has given.
Do all things without complaining.
Don’t follow the world and be materialistic.
We are just passing through at the moment.
Stand strong and symbolize the cross.
From above he’s looking for the lost.
Be a mentor for those in need.
Be open minded to change along a new path and receive.
He is waiting for us to come home.
In a dark world we are not alone.
Wisdom is nourishment to the soul.
Maintain scripture for what it’s worth.
Everyday we are here, it’s a blessing.
He knows that burdens can be challenging.
Give all to him, for we are his.
For we are extraordinary with talents.
Show me the way on this journey.
Let the fire keep on burning.
We are the light like a lamp.
I was lost but now I am found.
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Awe, So You Say
Awe, so you say.
I’m bewildered.
Ice on the rocks.
Amber to alcohol.
Your radiant smile.
Time departed.
A dance in the night.
Bring back old memories.
We drifted apart.
Gravity pulled so far.
A second chance.
Hand in hand.
You came back to me.
Heaven was watching.
Maybe it’s time.
Face to face under the velvet sky.
Forgiveness is rewarding.
I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.
So much wasted time apart.
This time, I don’t want to let go.
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No Umbrella In The Rain
All save all of your smiles.
Together, walk a long mile.
Your smiles in the rain.
Wethink the same.
Never in a hurry.
My eyes are blurry.
You walked in my path.
Dreams, our journey will last.
No umbrella or shade.
You're radiant everyday.
The one I can’t live without.
Hold your heart in a music box.
Songs we can dance to.
Leisure in the rain, I’m dazzled.
You walked in my shoes.
We need each other to get through.
You held me up in the dark.
Sentimental, hugs are true.
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Skeleton Pen
Can I write you a letter?
On blank paper.
I’m already dead.
Underground resting in shadows rest.
All dance on my grave.
In the moonlight, stay up late.
No tears for me.
Always free in the cemetery.
All be waiting for ya.
Always thinking about you.
All leave the darkness on.
Write poetry in dirt through a song.
Candles are gleaming.
The wax is melting.
All send you my letters to read.
Haven’t forgotten our sweet memories.
All wait no matter how long it takes.
Stop by to visit me at the grave.
A tombstone with your name.
Even though I’m dead, all carry the flame.
No need for flowers.
They live above me everywhere.
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Race Car
The driver is one with the machine.
Every turn on asphalt would be tires burning.
A V8 with horse power, the car flies down the road.
Turn up the music and push the pedal to the floor.
Need for speed while the tires grip every turn.
What a rush to fly by while the oil burns.
This is the life of a man in a locomotive.
With torque the gears turn crank down shift.
Racing down the speedway on a straight away.
Man and machine compete to win the race.
Just one more lap through the trees down the road.
The checkered flag is just a mile to go.
Drifting around the corner.
Why do race car drivers drink milk when it’s over?
Under the sun the engine is on fire.
Pass by all the slow pokes with power.
Just like a spark plug the lightning keeps striking.
Like a racehorse, it charges to keep on fighting.
Driving fast is like having the feeling of being free.
Just you and your car, this is the way it has to be.
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Silent Shadows
Lurking in the dark.
No boundaries, free to roam.
Lost spirits.
Vivid images.
Ghostly souls.
Silent Shadows.
Can you see them in the dark?
Haunted houses.
Haunted hotels.
The Paranormal.
Skeptic ghost seekers.
Craving for the darkness.
Eerie hallways.
Distressful feelings.
The dead are watching.
Eyes are staring.
Is your town haunted?
Maybe your family line is cursed.
You seek the dead.
You ponder the ghost that roam.
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Wrap Your Arms Around The Earth
Destruction around the world.
Mother nature at work.
Storms on the rise.
Buildings on fire.
Wiped off the map.
Submerged and trapped.
Need a heavenly blessing.
World crisis at the brink.
A hard life after the flood.
Bridges collapse, going under.
Survive After the storm.
Many homes are gone.
Wrap your arms around the earth.
With so many impacted areas.
Reach out for those in need.
Water subsiding.
All overwhelming.
Another hurricane.
Just heartbreaking.
Nothing will be the same.
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Country Road
There's nothing like kicking back in a rocking chair.
A day off drinking a beer.
No worries in sight.
My soul will soon take flight.
Just clouds in the air.
A cool breeze here and there.
A country road away from the crowd.
Peace and quiet, not too loud.
Like a harp, strings in the air.
Next to me is an empty chair.
I’m just a run down old man.
Setting here with an empty glass.
Drink into the night.
Look up into the sky.
Nothing else to hold on to.
Days are numbers and short, so true.
Dust flies from driving down an old country road.
No other place but home.
Sit back and watch the days go by.
I just wanted you to be mine.
Sorry I didn’t say the words you needed to hear.
Soon the end of my life is near.
One day we can have closure.
Time is flying, and that's for sure.
Everything is just a blur.
Your heart has always been pure.
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Crowded Desk
Room to write.
Writer’s block.
Pen to the paper.
Get to work.
Crowded desk.
Crowded thoughts.
These are your words.
Art to color.
Mind racing.
Document your life.
Be descriptive.
Be true, be different.
Crowded mind.
Take a walk anytime.
Clear the air.
Another poem not written.
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Take Off The Mask
Running from pain?
Hiding from a ruthless society?
What have we become?
An outcast
Always offended
Take of the mask
Be your own man
Set yourself free
Don’t be molded by hate
Don’t follow the crowd
Walk on your own road
Just be you
Don’t need many friends
You can’t please everyone
Don’t say much really
Be a mystery
Words of wisdom
Don’t waste time worrying
It’s someone else's problem
Be a leader not a follower
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