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Ray Horner Poem
Ooo there’s the Blue one!
Or the Orange and that Red!
Or the Yellow like the sun!
And the one under my bed..
Each waiting to be cracked
and melt in my mouth
For a second of pleasure,
Then be gone for forever-
But still a Green who’s a queen
And reminds me of meadows,
Or that sweet Brown sheen
Blending in with Gardetto’s.
Let my tongue melt through the color and give in to the crunch-
One not so satisfying, but perhaps in a bunch.
A flood of velour, now looking for more,
When it was all in the core, and now just a score.
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Ray Horner Poem
There are so many things to say,
To a mom like you on Mother's day,
I could start with the thanks, or the great things you've done,
But I'll start with the you and how you continue to stun.
Your eyes have clear vision,
You walk on a mission,
You lead through your passion,
And I've been a witness to your true compassion.
I say my thanks to the god above,
For giving me you, my mom, to love.
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A glimmering hitch
A hitchhikers ditch
Ditched to know rich
And rich for a itch
The itch before a twitch
A twitch before the pitch
The pitch lining up the stitch
While we stitch ourselves into a niche.
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Ray Horner Poem
I noticed a glimmer,
or was it a shimmer,
right here with me,
in this very room.
The sparkle of charcoal,
held high, but suspended,
catching the eyes
and slicing the loom.
Creating a place,
inspiring grace,
embodied in each smile,
and each desire to linger awhile.
Indescribable power,
a leading light tower,
in the eye's of the tiger,
the man with the dream of the hour.
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Ray Horner Poem
Smile at a scolder, pat a heart on the shoulder, another day's boulder to molder, set it to smolder, Here we are, just another day older.
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You and I
Ideas fly by,
You a ghost
And I a host,
New you's step in,
New I's realize-
Together we both are just chasing flies.
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Ray Horner Poem
A lady to prepare does do many things,
She learns to walk and learns to talk,
Learns the pleasure of laughing,
And joy found in crafting.
Learns places and faces,
And treasures embraces,
Learns love and excitement,
And moment's enlightenment.
She finds her direction,
In decision and vision,
It becomes her protection,
And enables her action.
A choice to be giving,
And loving and care,
She made a choice to be happy,
One that remains when she's not there.
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To show the light in black and white,
Like a laugh to our flight before the Wrights,
As far as a kite on a windy cold night,
To climb so high and know your height.
A fear of life, the ultimate fright,
To be polite, but know when to fight,
To always excite with what you know is right,
To be a flame just trying to ignite.
Copyright © Ray Horner | Year Posted 2015
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