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Abbigale Jordan Mann Poem
Close your eyes,
Tell me what you want to be,
The things you have planned out,
Tell me how the future looks so I can
glance and see.
Tell me how you will make the mountains
move,
The current still, from its rigid form,
Tell me when its all going to happen,
Cause I know you are indecisive and torn.
I know you are unsure of yourself,
But I am puzzled as to why you are,
You're beautiful and smart,
Thus is a prophecy that you will go far.
You will touch the sky,
Befriend the brightest stars,
Fall down and rise again,
You will set new standards, new goals, and
new bars.
You will help the helpless,
Find solutions in the brink of time,
You can do it,
I have faith in you, for you are mine.
My reflection, I am you,
We will not fail as we once believed,
We have our dreams,
But not for long, for soon they will be
achieved.
Copyright © Abbigale Jordan Mann | Year Posted 2013
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Abbigale Jordan Mann Poem
Strike the bells,
At half past three,
Hark natures choir,
And then listen to me.
Listen to the trees sing along,
Leaves rustling high and low,
Hear how birds chirp out of
tune,
It's a present from the world
wrapped in a bow.
Details float around you,
But you're too consumed to
see,
To blind with electronics,
From gaming systems to caller
I.D.
You hear not how the trees
beg,
Not you, Elizabeth, not even
Jim,
Pleading for their survival day
after day,
As your workers, or parents, or
children slaughter them.
You hear not the turtle and fish
choking,
Silently they wept,
Deep below, in the depths,
crying,
Till they sunk lower to their
deaths.
Stop harming your home,
Stop killing innocent creatures,
How is that we aren't in jail?
We are all, though some are
hidden, murders.
You kill the ocean,
He kills the animals, stealing
hay,bails and bails!
Yet she kills the people,
And only she is put in jail.
They die quiet and out of sight,
But only she is deemed wrong,
While the rest of you creep
quietly,
Replacing your mask on your
face and carrying on.
Copyright © Abbigale Jordan Mann | Year Posted 2013
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Abbigale Jordan Mann Poem
Strike the bells,
At half past three,
Hark natures choir,
And then listen to me.
Listen to the trees sing along,
Leaves rustling high and low,
Hear how birds chirp out of
tune,
It's a present from the world
wrapped in a bow.
Details float around you,
But you're too consumed to
see,
To blind with electronics,
From gaming systems to caller
I.D.
You hear not how the trees
beg,
Not you, Elizabeth, not even
Jim,
Pleading for their survival day
after day,
As your workers, or parents, or
children slaughter them.
You hear not the turtle and fish
choking,
Silently they wept,
Deep below, in the depths,
crying,
Till they sunk lower to their
deaths.
Stop harming your home,
Stop killing innocent creatures,
How is that we aren't in jail?
We are all, though some are
hidden, murders.
You kill the ocean,
He kills the animals, stealing
hay,bails and bails!
Yet she kills the people,
And only she is put in jail.
They die quiet and out of sight,
But only she is deemed wrong,
While the rest of you creep
quietly,
Replacing your mask on your
face and carrying on.
Copyright © Abbigale Jordan Mann | Year Posted 2013
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Abbigale Jordan Mann Poem
Wilting away
Eyes closed,
Body strewn across the bed,
Covers every where but on,
As I whine, images of you float through my head.
Finally I awake,
But only to the same dreary nightmare,
Your still not here with me,
But should I care?
Years of waiting,
Months of wanting,
Weeks of loneliness,
Days of hunting.
Hours of needing,
Minutes have passed,
I count the seconds,
Oh, how slow I am compared to life, so fast.
I call myself a flower,
Just wilting away,
Slowly, so slowly,
Meant to disappear someday.
Copyright © Abbigale Jordan Mann | Year Posted 2017
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