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Micky Money Poem
Logic sulks in a
corner as love bewitches
young, eager heart.
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All around
birdies bicker
cats creep
doggies dig
every evening.
flowers flirting,
greening grass,
heather hedging
invading insects
juicy junipers.
keening kin
life lost,
mournful mending
nurture needed.
ominous omens,
praying penitent
quietly quaking
redemption rendered.
sweet scents
tease, tickle
unarm ugliness
vivacious violets
warmly witness
xeroxed xanthous.
yonder yawn
Zany zinnia!
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Micky Money Poem
God is dead but no one knows
as they continue their ridiculous shows.
Everyone wants a piece of Him
but always deny him with each whim.
We kill and dishonor in His name
and the game always remains the same.
Money, power and subjugation
fuels the Godless in every nation.
One day there will be a full accounting
for on every evil the devil is counting.
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Lying beneath cool morning shade
I ponder what is heaven made.
Gazing at the azure sky
while tufted clouds wander by
A silent hawk circles above
probing for a gray mourning dove
Tiny redpolls chirp and chatter
As they gather nesting matter.
On the lawn gray rabbit rests
just another of my guests
High upon the stucco wall
the watchful quail sound roll call
Sweet acacia blooms bright yellow
with a scent so gently mellow
Nature serves her bountiful feast
leaving me sated, to say the least.
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You had your wily way with us
day after day I'd cry and cuss.
Scorching the earth beneath my feet
here in the desert it's called "dry heat"!
You did your best to beat us down
turning the land a dusty brown.
Cloudless skies, not a hint of rain
flowers withering from the pain.
End of July monsoons arrived
and everything began to thrive.
We danced in triumph on the lawn
as thunder boomed it's mighty brawn.
Weeds went wild, little sparrows sang
mosquitos and flys came in gangs.
I'ts time to pluck the garden bare
turn the soil for the coming year.
And Fall will soon begin anew,
and I shall bid to you, adieu!
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I now know why I could
never love my mother.
One I should have held
above all others.
I lived in limbo year after year
shed far too many useless tears.
Until wisdom stopped by one day,
asked me if I ever prayed.
I said I begged in every way
to find the strength to hear myself say,
Mother, I forgive you everything on this day.
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