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Ronnie Van Sweringen Poem
I came to visit with you
to spend some time together
it's been awhile
I'll sit here on the grass
cross legged like we used to
when we hunted four leaf clovers
you allways found one
I never did
I pretended to be mad
but I never was
I was glad you found one
you deserved it
I loved sitting beside you
in those helicon days
the white roses are fresh today
next time I'll bring pink
four o'clock already, time to go
guess it goes without saying
I'll allways love you sweetheart
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I'm innocent your honor
I did not murder my husband.
I'm just a victim of fate.
you see I was making his favorite
spanish rice and matza balls.
I reached up for some Old Spice
and accidentaly got the Bug Be Gone.
no sir, he didn't suffer
at least I don't think so.
he ate it all.
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Oh! Christmas tree
needles dropped
branches few
May the first
time to get rid of you!
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sunshine like warm maple syrup
pores over the boy
lying on his belly, barefoot, legs in the air
May grass, dandy line dotted
a fragrent spreading carpet
rich from earth and spring
bent elbow, chin in palm
lip upturned in smile
freckled nose and cheek
neath wide observing eye
purple and blue richly hued
fit for a royal crown
bachelor buttons on slender stems
swoon in the gentle breeze
years are gone now from the boy
memory clings as yesterday
the first bachelor buttons in May
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there's a chicken in my soup
or could that just be chicken poop
not sure exactly what to do
guess I should trade bowls with you
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in the beginning
wholesome and fresh
with a vibrant glow
a trailer park name
a path to fame
finally an opening
in the jungle door
mighty Niagra about to flow
too late now to say no
golden dreams
every mans fantasy
the moth and the flame
too long at the party
past time for bed
sugar plums dance in her head
good night Norma Jean
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I go there often
in the hush of evening
when everything is still
to watch the day surrender
washing over me
a cool clear stream
flowing from my mind
cleanses my soul
I am made whole again
all weight is lifted
in my fathers garden
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it leans nailed to an old cedar post
sanded by the desert wind
U.S.MAIL on it's dented side.
a black mouth
where the door used to be
offers precious relief
from a white hot sun
something sleeps in this dark place
coiled and still, filling the space
suddenly disturbed
by a rusty gate
it waits to deliver
the mailmans fate
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dripping tap in an empty sink
passing away the hours
the table where she always sat
naked without a cloth
the stove well used
now forgotten
grown cold with time
white china cups on a dusty shelf
waiting to be filled again
and slowly sipped
a closed door
can't hold back the memories
in my mothers kitchen
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snow clouds fill the sky
scattered crows like black comets
silloutted against them
their angry discourse
echoing over the field below
corn husk rustles underfoot
where a forlorn stalk remains
the token of summer glory
a season well spent
naked branches black and brittle
like gnarled fingers
reach up to mark the sky
smoke rises from the chimney
of a weathered farmhouse
windows aglow with lamplight
the place I call home
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