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Shannon Burke Poem
twas the night,
forsaken to see,
another angel,
calls to he.
He who walks,
through desolate skies,
teaching young angels,
how to fly.
Blowing the wind,
beneath their wings,
keeping them aloft,
for everyone to see.
This is the man,
who controls all fate,
the one who lets,
people through his gates.
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Shannon Burke Poem
I remember the excitement,
that hung in the air,
dressing up to go trick r treating,
yelling at the doors,
open up if you dare.
the frenzy that came with,
picking who to be,
and mothers fretting,
about what we might see.
it was all so fun and innocent,
but now its all changed,
and trick r treating,
isn't the same.
we no longer get,
our favourite sweets,
parents these days,
favour healthy treats.
oh how I wish,
to go back in time,
when the scariest thing,
was a witch saying a silly rhyme.
where ghosts were sheets,
and little girls were princesses,
not scantily clothed,
as tempting seductresses.
this is the Halloween I love the most,
where it was fun,
and full,
of phantom ghosts.
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He closes his eyes,
he looks asleep.
The angel above him cries and weeps.
The family looks,
so lost and grim.
With feeling lost,
in every limb.
Dressed in black,
a crowd meets.
Praying to our Lord,
he is yet to meet.
He looks down,
and smiles,
at his loved one,
he sees.
And sends down a kiss,
saying 'Remember me'
Written by: Shannon Burke Date: 09/04/2015
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Shannon Burke Poem
a cold day in winter,
a tremendous sight,
a mother sings to her children,
saying goodnight.
the cold is thick,
lying on the ground
a smell of dampness,
in the air all around.
What a sight,
for a winter king,
watching the snowflakes,
dancing and singing.
so while we are nestled
in the land full of dreams
we should be dreaming
about the sweet winter king.
Shannon burke 12/11/15 write me a winter poem
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