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Ronald Halfacre Jr Poem
If we could breach this gap,
Abolish chains separating us from the right track,
If we could read this untapped map,
Unlock the enigma from butterfly to cocoon sack,
Age would be a meaningless facade,
Along with race it'd have no face,
In this place it'd be an impact-less wad,
Unguarded stars under God amidst space,
Forever changed generation to regeneration,
If we could uncover what was lost,
From the point of influentially susceptible penetration,
Before condensation to storm until frost,
To bring back colorless consideration,
And no concern for money and priceless possessions,
Lace that into daily adulthood preparation,
Then adults could answer children's burning questions,
Grown folks could produce unbiased successors in succession,
Then we could have peace and harmony,
And from their mistakes we'd teach unprejudiced correction,
Far from you and me without the armory,
Full of guns they could settle cultural quarrels,
They'd do that day what we won't tomorrow,
Because they'd have better morals and their laurels,
Free of sorrows and anger to borrow.
Copyright © Ronald Halfacre Jr | Year Posted 2007
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Ronald Halfacre Jr Poem
Dang I can hear it,
I can hear it again and again,
And I’m stuck this time around,
Thinkin bout a harmonious beat,
Matching to a melodious Sound,
Taking my nerves to another height,
Far beyond sight far above ground,
And its this harmonious beat,
Matching to a melodious sound,
Lifting me from my seat,
Taking me to another height,
And I know that she can feel it too,
Because its like,
A to the word attraction,
The other half to a fraction,
Leading to my hearts satisfaction,
And its this harmonious beat,
Matching to a melodious sound,
Lifting me from my seat,
Taking me to another height,
Making me feel like the doves,
Flying together,
As though they’re a pair of gloves,
Flying together in near perfect harmony,
Making me think we could be,
With her safe in my arms,
And her keeping harm from me,
Except I’ll have to see it,
I’ll have to be brave,
I’ll have to come up to her,
And be the caveman without the cave,
Because I can hear it girl,
And it’s like,
This harmonious beat,
Matching to a melodious sound,
Lifting me from my seat,
Taking me to another height.
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Ronald Halfacre Jr Poem
Gullibly naively dumbfounded over generality,
Undeniably stated amongst the general masses,
There in lies promiscuity in propriety,
Between all levels of the social classes,
Unfortunately this is the distinct similarity,
To which each bird will hum,
At loss from our original integrity,
We desire the untethered skirts and rum,
In this midst there is the risk,
From all societal standards,
To be brisk in this bountiful frisk,
For this society will ban herds,
But atlas cornered in this flask,
Is the unmistakably genuinely truthful covenant,
Between a graciously compassionate deity to his cask,
In which everlasting love is abundant,
In the event we break this pretentious mask,
Unraveling the bondage of our contempt,
In this glory we could bask,
But in this attempt we will be tempt,
Traveling this road is truly hard,
Disheartening at times but promising in signs,
When goods turn to bads and to marred,
We turn to whom created this immaculate design.
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Ronald Halfacre Jr Poem
I never intended to incubate what I articulate,
Particularly speaking of spoken words,
For I need vindication of words I abdicate,
After my expressions pull me downwards,
Anytime I declare affinity amounting to you,
I play chess making all the wrong moves,
Keeping me from knowing what to do,
Until enrapturing isn't capturing and my courtesy improves,
In a way where I don't suffocate you,
So I can come with the right approach,
Instead of encroaching with imprudent impromptu,
To allow conversational topics to broach,
In only one way for me to seek,
However bleak there's a way for pursuit,
Learning from the originator of the week,
Firstly I'll patiently wait for his recruit,
And along comes the spider to capture me,
And like leaves I'm gone with the wind,
Entangled in webs in moments I see personality,
In this love can be real not pretend,
Without further instruction here's my introduction,
My name is such and so,
Gallantly requesting without chasing seduction,
I'll politely ask your name without yelling yo.
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Ronald Halfacre Jr Poem
Now back on this bus again,
Here the wheels go round and round,
I'm trapped between a safe but perilous margin,
Ascending strides above the ground,
The toll man is coming down the aisle,
Here comes my stop because I have no fare,
Plummeting in my pockets deeper than the Nile,
My hands find nothing but lent and hair,
He's cold and emotionless with no care,
Now he holds me in his grasp,
Only to drop me with a single tear,
One thread misplaced in his clasp,
He retreats without his toll,
I narrowly escape unblemished,
He's colder than the North Pole,
For now he leaves unfinished,
And now back on the bus again,
Now the wheels move some more,
I know he'll come back for even a smidgen,
Only waiting for his encore.
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The firmament of white puffs began to soak with salted tears,
Raining down on Earth's solid desiccated exterior,
Depression strife war and famine for all its years,
With increasing disease defeating peoples' interior,
The depths of its being slowly decay,
The Earth's creator waits patiently while it ages,
The world is suspended in a disarray over future dismay,
No matter what belief we all know it will have final stages,
Until then the earth continues to cry,
Leaving a rainbow of hope for change,
But soon all will be lost with no hope to try,
No common ground among leaders for peace to arrange,
Soon the Sun will no longer illuminate the Earth,
The World will eventually become dark and alone,
Some pieces of dirt and clay will have some worth,
Blown by the wind to ascend to the golden throne,
The rest of the Earth will become inept,
It will be to late for any more of its tears,
The Earth's problems will soon no longer be wept,
The Earth doesn't know that is one of it's biggest fears,
So the Earth continues to leak,
Until the day inevitably comes,
The whole will be shocked and unable to speak,
The day everything ceases to move and numbs.
Copyright © Ronald Halfacre Jr | Year Posted 2006
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