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Kevin Callaghan Poem
The elements are essential to everything i know, everywhere i am, everywhere i go, oxygen hydrogen there's the deal, calcium carbon nitrogen its for real, every time i place my feet upon this earth i am aware, the elements that make it all take shape are elements i too share, for me there is no giant leap of faith no guess to make, every single cell of me is in the grass the trees the lake, stars are born live and die with massive blasts to shower space, with building blocks of life make no mistakes, on and on the circle goes, a wheel that has no break, a miracle that self perpetuates that leads to more not less, i have no need for arks or g rails and gardens lush and green,presided over by a sentient super human being, the reality of what i feel and see brings true power to my soul, that i'm apart of everything and everything's apart of the whole.
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The bee as i watched,
made its way over the fence with a buzz and a bumble
doing its thing,
tasting sweet nectar that flowers bring,
im sure it has a smile on its face,
im also sure it sings as sweet nectar it tastes,
in and out of dappled sunlight it floats,
while whistleing sweet music,
sweet musical notes,
i glance at the dog,
also on the lawn sitting,
as his eyes meet mine,
i sense a smile from him too,
then with taught reflex movement and a snap of the jaw,
one dead bee crashes down to the floor.
the dog sits back,
with a smile in its eyes,
i cant stand those bumbblers,
im sure he contentedly sighs.
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I don't get it, don't quite understand,
how we the intelligent the brotherhood of man,
stare with dead longing through dark hooded eyes,
at this earth that gave birth to the magic of life.
But us we stare at our planet in thought,
as how best to bleed, how to slit the throat,
how to burn,
how to boil,
rip the soul from the soil,
how to turn profit from the slow death and still smile with ease between each vampire breath.
even when proof of the dirth of the deeds,
we do to this soul this spirit that bleeds,
this magical plane that comforts and feeds,
and only require we respect and see right,
but with our selfish greed we rush to endless night.
No i don't get it i really don't understand,
we preach to each other,
how we love out land,
and if we all cut with a smaller knife,
all work together we can prolong the life,
then clap our own backs for works we have done,
while casually stroking the but of the gun.
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whispering memories of times ago
when days seemed slow to me.
I feel a fugue a solemn mood,
a deep sad cut in the nights copper colored
fabric born on a lazy breeze.
I cannot smile can,t chance the while,
can,t see the where,
only feel that there was more to see,
but then i just forgot.
Forgot to know the where to go,
yes i just forgot.
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I'll test the strength,
i'll test,
i'll feel the best of it.
I won't slow won't let go,
won't let the dark enfold,
won't let the freedom fail.
I feel the real deal i feel the solid deal,
i sense the truth, sense the right.
Good ground deep sound.
I'll wear the pride,
never look back or hide,
check that,
ill share the pride,
stand tall never falter never fall,
walk in clean light,
feel strong see right,
step with good heart know my part,
feel the fire inside ill embrace good vibe.
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words i use,
i carefully choose.
To convey i hope and pray,
meaning that they true display.
Dispel the might's the wrongs,
words i use are true and strong,
of golden strength so solid be,
they are by far and must stand free,
so no confusion blinds my sight,
my words purpose describes the right.
The meaning of the things i say cannot be pulled apart i pray,
that once spoken they will show,
exactly what i say to you.
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there's a place i know and often go,to feel the flow of power,
color there lives i swear and wouldn't know how to compare,
a mystic sound vibrates around,
this place of water earth and air,
i stand to stare as plants grow there,
and reveal to me with vibrancy,
moves of life stretching strong to whispers of the sweetest song,
reaching out to kiss the light, the light of life that burns so bright,
and with a taste to sweet to waste of water filtered without haste,
through living rock through stones of time just to bring its bounty fine,
to bubble tumble to play its part to add to the beauty of the living heart,
to give its strength its zest its zeal to comfort first and first to heal,
i am so proud that i can feel the pure strength that's natures deal,
a pure spirit i know i feel.
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Kevin Callaghan Poem
I,d like to say good day to you.
I,d like to say have a good day,
because thats the way i feel.
there,s no cost to pleasant thought or word,
not to use them seems absurd,
i can,t see why as time go,s by a greater vibe in
people can,t survive,
to ease tense pain to sooth mind strain.
So has i've said before and i,ll say once more.
I'd like to say good day to you,
i,d like to say have a good day.
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Let me ask you sir,
ask if you concur,
does it gift the man to keep a clean vital vibe,
keep it clean and real deep inside,
as the day begins the kiss of water on the skin,
warms the soul, warms with pure spirit perfect glow,
its for real deep inside, deep inside no need to hide,
keep your outer person clean, inside you will gleam deep inside,
deep inside feel the pride,
with cool water true anoint, take it straight to the center to the point,
feel the vibe the perfect clean clear vibe, deep inside.
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The quickness of action without serious thought or consideration
for what can become,
I sometimes feel like a man staring down the
barrel of a gun, loaded and pointed by myself at myself,
no understanding of the start but fully aware of
the end result the terminal part,
the full blast of awareness that i,ve aimed for the heart,
taken pains to gain pain to hit with force to
late now to change course,
then to fully feel the reality of cold truth,
that i,ve slipped again into realms of dark pain
destructive soul chain,
I pray to say sorry,
can I stop and start again.
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