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Joseph White Poem
In my heart I feel,
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue;
Have five lacking two.
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My Friend out Back
My friend out back I envy thee, for what is known within your rings. I will never see.
We met when I first swung from and climbed amongst your branches,
You got to know me as I stole my first kiss in the midst of your silhouette,
We became friends as I lay next to you reading books, contemplating life.
As I laid beneath you, in reflection, your shade expresses your affection.
As Spring brought its gentle breeze and the scent of life renewed,
Coxing the flowers to bloom and the birds sing, we share in the Earths laughter,
With the days ending chapter stars fill the sky to wink at us once more,
I blush at their magnificence and smile back; do take pleasure in them,
For there’re not there to make us feel insignificant nor small,
They are our ancestors; we are made from the same dust after all.
My friend, from seed to casting grand shadow, I don’t think we are so different,
Do our roots not come from seeds felled from branches long ago?
Do you shed leaves in winter, as I shed tears from winters of friends lost?
Does our bark not thickened from the coldness of days gone by?
Will we not give shade to all living things seeking our compassion?
Do your branches not bear fruit to show your love, as I bear the fruit of my heart for the ones I love?
Does your strength not lie within your trunk, as my strength lies within mine?
When You exhale I breathe, when I exhale You breathe,
Does not Nature connect all things?
Time the great lender, the debt must be paid, one day all will wither away,
True, you will stand longer than I,
Now much older, I will sit and watch my children as they swing and climbed amongst your branches,
They are too young yet to know, the shade a true friend can bring.
So cast your shadow of compassion upon them, so one day they will know.
My friend out back,
A place to echo memories and learn what nature knows.
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Today
Each day is an intangible clay, to be molded in ones own way.
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A Songs Creation
Lives compassion, is shown to us in favor
Granting us with time and moments to savor,
Gifting us this occasion, but only for so long,
Only once will you be able to sing your song,
So choose your notes in the right key,
Ones for you, they are not for me,
Select lyrics suited with exceptional merit,
For they will define the character of your spirit,
Find your chords within zealous endeavors,
So they may stay with you in the forevers,
Play your melody in tempo with your soul,
So when you sing your song you will always feel whole,
For everyone, sing your song each day, with heartfelt elation,
So all may hear the celebration,
Of a life that is a songs creation.
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Love Lost Gains
Love fading, bestows a warranted fear,
Vanity shades it from our notice.
Emotions obscured shall become barred from the shadows,
Pain eclipsed by ego, remains naked to the soul,
The passion of love, the familiar touch, two as one become hollow,
These feelings still breathing within us in time will be undone.
Moments are borrowed, to become whispers of memories we polish,
To be distorted and tainted with tears,
What is lost cannot be measured in years,
Redemption the wish, we are powerless to find.
Leaving a residue of the unrequited.
The truth is exposed with difficult acceptance.
What has departed is no longer near nor dear.
That which is built upon hearts can be sadly filtered away.
That which is built within hearts is precious and there to stay.
Hearts unchanged? No, Its times mending way,
Hearts unbroken? Yes.. Its times nurturing way
More enduring hearts are we now,
Not because we abandon what once surrounded hearts,
But from the days we shared what was within hearts.
Empty must we become, so that we may be filled once over again,
In the corners of the heart, Sunshine with Rain,
Oxymoronic? Is Love not the same?
Love another? No, never in the same,
Love another? Yes, there is wisdom and beauty with no blame.
Within forgiveness love lost, gains.
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Be the poet of your own life; create a beautiful verse within everything you do and you will want for nothing.
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Dear Friend
How many more Suns will shine on my door before you grace it with your shadow?
If you do not cast due to dismay, come make a silhouette with me and share a brighter day.
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