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Lynward Mckee Poem
The Weeping Willow tree was just another tree to me.
Then the wind blew.
And I glanced at her.
So she danced with me.
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2016
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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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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
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2016
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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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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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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.
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2016
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Lynward Mckee Poem
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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Tic tock it’s just a clock
seemingly it never stops
A pendulum that ever swings
Every hour the chimes will ring
Hypnotic dance , she steals our calculating mind
Love of life romancing us ,distracting us from passing time
Wisdom’s chime from distant place will call us like a nagging wife
Sweet the spell ,her snug embrace distracts and fades the menace cry
Oh that temptress dances well
So we dance on and on with life
Until our dance grows weary
Until our love grows dreary
Until the midnight hour invade
Until the dancing stops
We never stop to realize
We were dancing to the Ticking of
The rhythm of the clock
The clock’s wound down
There is no sound
And so the dancing
Stops
Tic
Tock
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Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2017
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Lynward Mckee Poem
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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An old man at a rest home, in a pillowed chair
sat turned to a window with a cold and distant stare.
Now bid by politician to impart his words so wise ,
startled all that day as he spoke with tear filled eyes.
Willy Nilly !
Slogans silly!
What a lot of worthless poo !
Vanity and irony , Arrogant hullabaloo !
Rounding once again the bush and never coming to a point.
Answers from a candidate with eyes that case the joint.
Searching for donations selling hundred dollar dogs
while your nation lives in squalor and their rations feed the hogs.
Acid etching freedom as you fly the flag in storms.
The Whitehouse once a castle is now a drunkard’s dorm.
And we the weeping people must cling to hope and faith
in the remnant of a legend of a country that was great .
You greet each other in the street and shake each other’s hand .
Taking shortcuts to your pedestals to bypass common man .
Your citizens are divided over conflicts you devise .
They vote for you and for their votes your promises are lies .
For this our comrades shed their blood !
For this their mothers cried !
And when Uncle Sam was finished,
He bowed his head and died.
Copyright © Lynward Mckee | Year Posted 2018
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