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Lynward Mckee Poem
The lair
I had a secret treasure I had buried in my soul
Buried in an empty void when I was young , strong and almost whole.
I was proud to have a treasure as I kept it from my peers.
A hint I'd give them now and then for years and years and years
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It seemed good cause to lift my head and as long as it was there
Their protest didn't matter . I just didn't care.
I had advantage over all who didn't know that it was there
There were times I needed it but it was in a dragons lair.
The dragon blew its' flames at me each time I thought to spend it.
If someone came too close to it the dragon would defend it.
As ages took my strength from me I finally realized
I couldn't use the treasure for the dragon grew in size.
Feeding on my treasure he consumed it day by day
the dragon fed on love you see and defended it with flames.
The Dragons name was Grudges as you may have figured out by now.
IF YOU HAVE A TREASURE CHEST of LOVE
THEN CAST SMALL GRUDGES OUT
By L. Dale McKee
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2016
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The Weeping Willow tree was just another tree to me.
Then the wind blew.
And I glanced at her.
So she danced with me.
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When life is done and all a mist
What was it worth to live?
If all we've done is take it in
and rarely chose to give,
All you'll have left is life ahead
for someone just behind you.
Their Love for you is worth a lot
Their gratitude revives you.
By L. Dale Mckee
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2016
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I shed my tears to Jesus
Like pearls , He found them special
He gathers every one of them
and stores them in a vessel.
Now when I am discouraged
and when I start to cry,
I can smell a scent of Tear perfume
as Jesus passes by
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A gentle smile...hold it...like a smooth and shiny riverstone.
Admire it for as long as you can.
Now skip it into a soft sunset and then
close your eyes and dream.
MMMMM yesss DREAM.
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With tear-filled eyes and arm in arm,
love surged without Suppression.
The future held no certain tale.
So noble was the session.
Family ties screamed out in anguish,
challenged by great powers.
Reached out for reasons to extend
the life of fading hours.
Goodbye, at last those dreadful words
would force their threat upon me.
Eye to eye thinking only,
Lonely!
Lonely!
Lonely!
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2016
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If You help someone who helps himself
you've truly help the man.
Help someone who never does
You'll find them needing help again.
And if you try to help someone who thinks they need no help at all ,
eventually he will need someone .
But, who will come to call ?
Then there are special ones who help most everyone they meet and everybody knows them from see to see to see.
A multitude will watch them.
Some for selfish gain.
But laws of recompense will send to them
a speedy helping hand again .
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2016
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We make a claim when we are born and cannot even speak or walk,
just learned to breath,
just learned to reach,
Long before we've learned to talk.
I don't know how we've come to claim what was borrowed from our mothers
and why we've claimed we have a right to take it from our brothers.
Perhaps it was confusion or a child's mentality, concluding that we'd breathed it in, our first discovery.
But life's not ours to give and take.
This is a concept of our flesh.
How we view each borrowed day is how we fail or pass this test.
One breath was breathed to share with all now billions have awakened.
So infants must be taught at last
THAT LIFE SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN.
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2016
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I dreamed I saw an infant child fall from a changing table.
Flailing then to rise again, I thought he was not able.
But, he struggled until he found himself upon his hands and knees.
It took some time but finally he forced his way to me.
My soul travailed in terror as I watched the infant fall.
I tried to move but couldn't then I cried aloud to God.
God never let me reach for him. He forced the child to try.
I was afraid that as he strove the tiny child would die.
So when he rose on hands and knees and finally found his way to me,
I asked God what his name was and God replied "It's Thee" .
"Walk child walk" "Its not enough to crawl your way to me"
Then I awoke and trembling My conscience said to me.
I am where I would not be
and would not be where I am
if not that all was out of place
when my life began!
She was where she shouldn't be
and he was deeply lost in sin
because their lives were out of place.
So where did it begin?
So who's to blame as we proceed
to blame the past for everything?
Blame to blame, shame to shame
again and again and again.
Oh Promise child awaken! as I pass to you the task,
to conquer all of our mistakes.
Defeated by our pasts.
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2016
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Autumn is here
My children all let go.
Blankets on my feet they lay.
I wait and wish for growth again .
I am still.
I feel a soaking cold ; a dreadful chill
I battle death .
I hope survival
I deny pain.
I feed on icy frosty rain.
I will sleep and dream.
Cling while hoping.
For an awakening joy ,
See babes growing .
Patiently I sleep and dream until at last I rise again .
Spring has finally come.
Am I finished ?
Is it done ?
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2017
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