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Daniel Green Poem
A Place
A place so *****, perplexed, and small,
Life it holds with no life at all.
No ground it has yet does not fall,
Just a lonesome floating ball,
From beginning to end it can recall.
A Mystery in the atmosphere
This place it holds although unclear.
For only inside will it reveal,
A smile a laugh a tear or fear,
Life, someone has placed it here.
By Daniel Ray Green
Copyright © Daniel Green | Year Posted 2015
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Shapeless, blackness, surrounded by darkness,
Scatterings of sparkles immersed in its vastness.
Created and designed with input of knowledge,
Questions, answers, by mystery they’re hidden,
Time holds the secrets, till time loses reason.
Lost in expanse a small strip of blue,
Where life forms live, no reason no clue.
Finding their answers in knowing what they knew,
But future stays veiled through each passing season,
For Time holds the secrets, till time loses reason.
Copyright © Daniel Green | Year Posted 2015
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Green the color of many things,
It finds an object stays and clings,
It loves the trees, the plants, the grass,
Green spreads and conquers shiny brass.
With desire for more to find and claim,
Green worked its way to my last name,
Green gives life to springtime flowers,
Moldy Green destroys, devours.
Green meets friends in the rainbow’s center,
Where the side of the arc he dare not venture,
Nature's throne Green has won,
But he wholly depends on the golden sun.
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A giant boat stands firm on land,
Not on sea but rock and sand.
Creatures embark two by two,
Guided along, no help from the crew.
The lurking wind seems to say,
“Eminent doom is on its way.”
The animals are settled on the boat,
The grieving ship that longs to float.
Sent by God the wind is fanned,
Into the clouds onto the land.
One drop, two drop, a thunderous pour,
But God has shut the great boat door.
Eight alone God does save,
Evil masses destined for a watery grave.
Everything vanished that could not float,
But for the great giant log boat.
One month ten days unending rain,
The torrent ceases as waters wane.
Human race saved by sovereign hand,
The giant boat stands firm on land.
Copyright © Daniel Green | Year Posted 2015
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