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Deborah Ainsworth Poem
Forgive me please,
For those times I let my heart go stray.
Forgive, I beg, the hate I've seen, and did not turn away.
Through times of trial and tests of strength,
I've failed from day to day.
Forgive me.
Forgive me please,
For black and white, when I didn't make a stand.
For all the poor in my midst,
I didn't give a hand.
Forgive the love I've never shown,
And all the times I could have.
Forgive me for not listening, when my conscience said,
"I should have".
Forgive me please,
The wars and pain; the death upon a brother.
Forgive again, the times I've slain the children of you mothers.
When innocence I have forgot,
And violence I did remember.
Forgive me.
Forgive us Lord,
For this day, for all the days that's been.
For all the tears and hoplessness,
And all the hate you've seen.
But most of all, forgive the fall,
From love into this state.
Please help us be a family,
Before it is to late!
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I knew a little babe who was naughty as can be.
How did I know the babe?
Well, because that babe was me!
When ever mum said, " Yes",
Babe would always just say, " No"!
When ever mum said, " Stop"!
Babe would always answer, " Go"!
Bathtime for mum, was a terrible time of night.
Cos she knew, with good reason, just how much her babe would fight.
The tears would be flowing, and the babe cried all the more.
With shrieks and wails aplenty,
Babe was readying for War!
"Oh, my little babe, how I wish you wouldn't fight".
" The bath's not so bad, and the water is just right".
"Please, come and wash; you can splish and splash with vim".
"You can soak me if you wish; I'll just sit here at the rim".
As bedtime fast approaches,
And babe yawns with all her might.
"What a brilliant bath"! Thought babe,
Then she slept right through the night.
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Spider spider in the air,
Floating by without a care.
But I do care little one,
For I'm now not quite so young.
With legs of eight,
And plenty eyed.
There's much to ache,
The spider sighed.
Think how much my glasses cost!
For without, I will get lost.
My hair is grey,
My web is thinner.
I even liquidise my dinner.
Now I float so far from home,
Wondering where I'm forced to roam.
The wind she blows; I have to go.
Where I'll land, I do not know.
So see, I do care little one,
As getting old is not much fun.
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Fondly I list of unrecantable dreams,
Casualty to my nature, subdued as a tenderfoot.
As though only few suns had passed by me.
Unrevealed, I gaze apon my beloveds image,
Craving those neptune eyes to consign my soul to sanity.
Citrine silken you're crowned, with spirits keen and roused.
My willow gold finch, cast your attention to this wounded fledgling, unproved by
love.
Contested with waxing emotion and mocking mind.
Gentle leman, catalyst to my fury; prize me.
Unpent your fond caressess and mete out salve to my distress.
Vest years in this clownish but faithful lover.
Halcyon days with be my oath to you.
Prove me to your own desire, as uncanny mystery has possession already
to this weaker vessel.
My dearest one, inflamed and unabounded, I love thee.
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Tears caress the silken cheek,
Her love was lost upon the deep.
Never to be heard again,
Memories whispered in the rain.
Deepest dark his bones do lay,
Waiting for his love to say.
"Here we are again united,
As once more our lives are righted".
Cry no more, my dearest one,
Again we'll meet under the sun.
Your days of tears and tender sorrows,
Lay them down, for waste of morrows.
Hand in hand the time will come,
When sight of you towards I'll run.
Never to again depart,
We are forever, heart to heart.
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