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Annamaria Noble Poem
When the clouds
Become untied and divided
Sometimes, colliding together
Tumbling upside down or,
They are knocking each other around....
I know that's you up there
Guiding me, humbly along
So I am reminded again
To be strong and push aside
My longing and fear
I can hear you mumbling
" Hey brush aside them tears mummy "
So I stop the tears from
Being flooding tides I've hidden
And instead of crying
.........I send you........
Sweet whispers , hugs , and kisses
Up to the windward side
Where the babies all sing
Locked in my heart
Is the song I always sang
It eases the longing for you
Because I know, soon we'll be
Humming together
As one, you and me!
Copyright © Annamaria Noble | Year Posted 2011
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Annamaria Noble Poem
This blackened keyboard
Can tell many stories!
A few of great love...
But many more about my woes!
For I have opened,
My entire soul to it!
For I have typed and pounded...
Out so much about me!
That is why, every now and then,
I pick you up, outta of loveliness...
And dust you off... real good!
Making sure I've wiped,
Cleanly free, my finger prints...
Or the ashes and coffee too!
That I've spill over anguished
Feelings about you!
Because if this keyboard...
Does like so many, former friends,
That turned their backs on me...
It certainly could tell,
Far too many... of my treasured,
Secrets and stories,
I've revealed to none but only you!.
I mean after all,
The tears I've shed...
Your voiceless keys,
Are sure to make me weep!
For you're a friend
I must always worry about keeping!
I betcha thought,
This poem was....
About none other than you?
Copyright © Annamaria Noble | Year Posted 2011
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Annamaria Noble Poem
We live, inhale while gasping to breath, sharing
The very same smoggy , tainted air.
Some strive trying to keep alive for awhile,
But everyone will die trying to thrive on just this.
Many will blame corrupted living upon,
The century old American dream, mostly lies,
That's been depriving, dragging us weakly along.
A good man dies while bravely trying
To survive and revive this, all be damned mess
A lot gave somewhat of, a small sacrifice,
While some unknown Hero, gave us their all
Yet few fail to really acknowledge, to know
It is they who took and will have taken,
When they've cried out in pain, falling to death.
The hardest fall of all, That's one of God's Own!
Copyright © Annamaria Noble | Year Posted 2011
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