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William Green Poem
(Verse 1)
Gathered in an antique bowl
All the letters from their joyful life
Kneeling like prayer, she’ll stoke the fire
She’ll burn the words, they are for her alone
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Hopes, cries, dreams, sighs
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our untold stories..
Smiles, scrapes, charms, the screams
Will go out, smoldered by rain
(Verse 2)
Countless hours make a life
Shear number of moments stun
Commotion, struggled swim
Ripples will calm to glass
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Friends, shams, loves, spills
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our heartfelt stories..
Kids, aches, meals, the scars
Will go out, smoldered by rain
(Musical interlude)
(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Jokes, peeves, pets, lies
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our ancient stories..
Thrills, falls, truths, the hells
Will go out, smothered in sand by time
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the back-door window has laughed at misery
broken
deformed
my hands excited the center
a catastrophic introduction
together they depart
the perimeter remains behind and above
a complete separation
sever
abandon direct
we are one
memories are scars
to be fragmented is natural
organization is forced
the back-door window
now paralytic
disarranged
chaos
so mathematical
so perfectly dispersed
waste
garbage
art
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Cups thrust high, A diving umbrella licks at many fingers,
rose water licks - and seeks our elbows for a plunge and gathering below.
Now echoes the trumpet prelude, a brilliant flash of praise,
almost a ritual proclamation.
It matters none friend whether you're pro or con.
-When has it ever?
Let us climb the high sun groping forest,
and consume together with glee split faces,
the sloppy viscous sex of misanthropy and philanthropy.
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her mind falls off while chalk blue lips shiver open
head back
soft latex throat lay exposed
limbs.. just silent godless clay.
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Worn wood, chipped paint, cartilage of rust
Salt air from sea churned up like dust
Fine moisture spray, steep emerald swell
Liquid folds to crush a creaking shell
I just want you to speak again
I just want you to walk again
I just want you to love again
I just want you to be again
A Day to Remember
Simple morning sun can warm the breeze
Simple morning rush can kill the day
Weapon of fate it fills her eyes
Her tender motion screeched to still-life
I just want you to speak again
I just want you to walk again
I just want you to love again
I just want you to be again
Always to Remember
I just want you to speak again
I just want you to walk again
I just want you to love again
I just want you to be again
Crumbling walls, decaying floor
His breath on fire, heart hollow
Merciful whisper’s all he needs
Love lights the path and he will follow
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Days gone. Cells of new, a way of dying. Further on, I’ll die again. I’ll die again.
Breath of sigh, warm and moist. I’ll feel my feet stepping
down
the
stairs.
She feels me filling her. My life is new, and now I will wait till we live again. We’ll live again. Part ourselves. Still the sky’s darkening umbrage.
Rasping breath and biting rain. I am not the same. You find that I solved you, but I’m dying anyway.
Lost in parts. Traveling withered Green sinks down, underground the earth lay a still bed… the Earth has been left for dead. Yawning maelstrom, on a wind comes a scent from you.
Rasping breath and biting rain. I am not the same. You find that I solved you, but I’m dying anyway.
Rasping breath and biting rain. I am not the same. You find that I solved you, but I’m dying anyway.
Steam powered riddles. Poisoned smile and cauliflower hair. Passion divine. He’s crouching for you… he’s ready for you. I will wait till you live again.
Days gone. Cells of new, a way of dying. Further on, I’ll die again. I’ll die again.
Breath of sigh, warm and moist. I feel my feet stepping
down
the
stairs.
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Crispy brown leaves fall softly unto the ground
The squirrels scurry around, finding nuts for the cold oncoming season
Yes, it is times for days for become shorter, and nights longer
The cold winds seem to be playing with the newly fallen leaves
Gunshots can be heard for it is hunting season
A deer falls to the ground with it's sad brown eyes
Now- it is time for leaf piles, made neatly with leaf blowers,
and ruined again from children
It's a celebration season with food to go around,
and candy with costumes-
A lovely season, it is Mother Nature's pride
It is time for picnics in the park
The best games in the World Series
It is time for going for a walk in the woods
People go for a jog to see more of this lovely season
And some just stare out their window in awe
This season has a feeling unlike winter or summer
This is the best season of all
Autumn
Written by my daughter Elora Green, age 9.
2002
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Within a vast sea
under a calm and distant sky
is a secret solace known to few.
This is a place of peace,
silence, and tranquility.
Here dwells knowledge in the purity of living,
simply breathing life into a glorious texture of emotional bliss.
High on the oldest tree are the words Drink when thirsty.
Masked phantoms move past,
with a ceaseless breeze against their backs.
They speak in riddles with jigsaw mouths,
in mirror eyes they watch themselves.
Evening falls again.
Day has closed her eye to another freckled veil of starlit hue.
A memory, now lightly nudging my shoulder,..
I see again their dances,.. around autumn fires,..
when the forest floor smelled of dry leaves,
and the moon spilt shadows though naked trees.
Moistened now I drink life's sorrow,
I tastes life's joy,
and death awaits with menacing indifference.
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Breathless and falling ... (Breathless and falling)
So lucent the vapor
The morning star's fluent light... (She's now collapsed)
Brightens the day...
Indolent, flurry winds... (Take away her agony)
Fluster the vacant sky;
Harmless; devoid of the Earth...
Tranquil, but restless... (Tranquil, but restless)
in clustering glory
Sullen though crystal... (She's now collapsed)
In weeping for man...
High above gazing... (High above)
In garments of wonder
In union their eyes watch in pain... (Take away her agony)
Octogenarian clinging to life
Caught in a whirlwind of odious
Strife
Caught in the currents that pull
From below
Holding her down but she dying
Slow
Fa la la, Fa la la,
Falling from her Peace
She's now collapsed
Farewell, Farewell, Farewell.
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A thousand fragile crickets
mindlessly lost in dreams and song.
Swollen with dark intrinsic fevers
in a place where well kept secrets crouch.
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