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Ettie Christian-Bowling Poem
Why do we need math?
Because it puts us on a narrow path.
Even though it sometimes makes you swell up in wrath.
To most,
Math just causes you stress,
But thats not the case.
Its a workers base,
Math is in every place.
Math doesn't have a realistic face,
But when it is used,
It leaves a remarkable trace!
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Ettie Christian-Bowling Poem
We are a Melody,
We are what no one can see.
We sing together in perfect harmony,
We rise and fall,
Our souls are big but sometimes small.
The evils haven't caught us all.
Not many of us are left,
Over the ones who perished we have wept.
But we knew the cards we were dealt,
We won't stumble when we look into the eyes of death.
Hand and hand,
We will always sing to the hearts of man.
Untill the very last of our days.
We each made a commitment,
The fears we have makes us stand no different.
To all we may seen forgotten,
Some of us are still remembering the ones who have fought with them,
Remembering when they caught them.
And killed them while they were still singing,
They died for us....so we could continue our purpose among the living.
Along the shadows of the buildings,
Along the Street,
That's where we will be.
We are a melody,
We are ones you can not see.
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Ettie Christian-Bowling Poem
Love is uncertain,
Love is a wide open curtain,
Love has many faces,
Love leaves no traces,
It is like a beast,
that will never cease.
He has gone through many years,
Cause'd and stopped many a tears.
Never has it died
Many has it tried.
Sometimes it brings to hearts
or tears two apart.
Love is a kind friend
BUT sometimes it turn to an enemy
In the end.
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Your buildings were burned,
Your walls they were torn,
And just like that Priam's Kingdom was no more.
Your damnation was brought on by the lusts of a young man
named Paris,
For a young woman named Helan who was declared the fairest.
This is what brought to your land the Achaeans other wise known as the
Greeks,
Their soldiers,slaves, and their king,
To destory the trojans is what they did seek.
For ten long years there was blood,sweat and so many tears.
With no relief or gains,
Just more deaths and battle pains.
Untill Achilles and his shield,
Killed your bravest son Hector on the field.
The gods themselves were divided,
Ones on each side fighting,
All this for one young couples desire's
And so your buildings they were burned,
Your walls they were torn,
And the life of Priam and his kingdom and sons were no more,
destroyed they were,
All for one girl.
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A place where the subconscious freely flows,
Meanwhile a heart of innocence,Love grows.
There all escape the world and its cruelty,
It is a sanctuary of purity.
Similar places are never found,
Nor, are any souls with chains bound.
Alas,Like Life it is a vapor,
Lasting only a moment before taper.
Oh! To taste the sweet kiss of its lips,so divine.
Gladly residing at this space of time,
Extremely satisfied with peace of mind.
Never will I forget the blissful kiss,so sweet,
. Ode to a Lover's sleep
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Ettie Christian-Bowling Poem
Are we worth saving? Yes.
Is love worth chasing? Yes.
Do I think that life is depressing?
My answer is No.
Do I believe that standards are overbearing?
My answer is No.
Are we overprotective of our little ones?
The answer is Yes.
Does our thoughts weigh on us like a thousand tons?
The answer is Yes.
Do I believe in Politics over freedom of expression?
My answer is No.
Do I think that Love needs detection?
My answer is No.
Can we come close to the face of death?
The answer is Yes.
Is values better than weath?
The answer is Yes.
I've asked all these questions,
And given My answers.
These are things I think of quite often....
Go ask a hard heart these things and I assure you it will soften
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Ettie Christian-Bowling Poem
Ive indeed gotten older,
And i can feel the weight of this world on my shoulders.
Where is the Love?
A fellow neighbour has fallen down,
But no help for him will be found.
Where is the Love?
Little childern are dying,
No one is trying,
Where is the Love?
Our army men are dying,
And their mothers they are crying,
Where is the Love?
Thousands are on the street,
With not even shoes upon their feet.
Where is the Love?
Lives are being lost....
But at what cost?
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Some time ago maybe very recently you may have been called a failure,
Told that you was one big sad movie trailer.
Maybe even been called" evil "
Or accursed of not being "civil "
When all you was doing was being yourself because that's all you've known,
Their hurtful words make you want to turn your heart to stone.
But they don't know who you are or what you believe in....
All they do is set back and judge,
As if they had the right to push and shove.
In their minds they think they do....
They are afraid of your soul shine,
They will always search for dirt that they can find.
I don't know why people sink this low,
Where your waiting for the next low blow,
They would just love to try and stop your creative flow.
But I do know one thing....
That this world is full of haters
Who think they should be praised as some kind of crusader.
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Blue eyes that stand before me,
Seeing all that has come to be.
Never did those blue eyes turn away,
Even in the troubles that may.
They did not turn in any way,
More beautiful than the sunny days of may,
If there was any doubt in them, i could not say.
Always love they did send,
I couldnt have asked for a better friend
But i didnt know you loved me until the end.
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A time where phones and computers didn't exist,
But a time where good ol' fashioned talking was in the mist.
A time where hospitality was priority number one,
And your grandma's cooking was better then anyones.
A time where family would all sit at the table,
All they had was a little tv and didn't even have cable.
A time where family really did matter,
Words were sincere,not just said to flatter.
A time where your word meant something,
And you wouldn't give away your values for anything.
Now a days those things seen old fashioned,
Sometimes I wish I could go to that age and time,
Where a simplistic and peaceful life I would find.
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