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Life is not a fairy tale.
This is real, life.
It's real, joy. It's real,
pain. This is real, death.
There are no guarantees.
A growing seed that grows
from birth till death.
This seed can multiply,
it can love. This seed can
feel pain, it can laugh.
This seed can teach,
it can become ill.
This seed is the seed
of generations of seeds.
It's been created, reborn,
multiplied, and died
throughout centuries.
We have used this seed,
as a lifeline of what
was and is to come.
Be it sand, water, or evolution,
the seed that began it all,
has never stopped.
God's first seed began with
Adam and Eve.
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happy birthday
it started in the usual way -
getting up - getting dressed - working all day.
but this evening - this evening was mine.
as i drove home - in a hazy dream-
floating on a silver lined cloud -
i knew - this evening was mine.
my little house - so gay - the birds-
even the flowers seem to say, this
evening was mine. and when i
opened the door - something was wrong -
it was my birthday and you were gone.
it was just another day to you -
i buried my hurt, those salty tears -
i can't believe that one day held
so many years, but i buried those tears.
i opened champagne, i sang, i danced-
i partied that evening not casting a glance-
at your picture on the mantel, it was my
birthday and you were gone.
i could not see you in the dancing balloons,
that colored my drink, i never saw
you in the glass - i never felt your
presence that night.
it was my birthday - and you, you were gone.
Copyright © Delores Allen | Year Posted 2022
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WINTER
you come, as unwelcome,
as rain on a sunny day,
and you play a game
of how cold you can hurt.
the flowers, the fresh smell
of nature rides on Aeolus,
to different time, different
place, some far away land.
and what stays, dies forever,
or succumbs to await its return.
you hurt, cold, brisk, so
windy, and then you cry.
you cry on all, dry white tears,
that pile so high, we must
pick them up and await the
residue to melt.
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My voice is not one of anger,
for I know what anger brings.
My voice is not one of hatred,
for it has never ended ends.
My voice is not one of racism,
God never made one man better.
My voice is one of wonder,
why we can not live together.
My voice is one of many silent ones,
who see what the talker talks.
My voice speaks in my writings
and walks when the walker walks.
My voice carried on paper,
my hands clasped in a prayer.
Prays for peace everywhere, everywhere.
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Marriage
Sometimes I wonder if
it was the bonds -
you and me - the bonds-
we cannot be free.
Each tense moment -
arguments that
blend so well in
those moments-
the bonds.
We are one - many
times two. The bonds,
who shall break them,
me or you?
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BIRTH OF SPRING
There was a feeling, a time for a change,
and high above whispers passed lips,
someone felt it, someone breathe it out,
then He whispered the whisper all heard.
The wind told other winds, the birds overheard.
The ground's heart beat messages
to roots, that thrive for new life.
United they gave what in autumn had fall.
I saw what many saw,
green life, small life, live life.
The whisper remained until all heard,
and there was a feeling, a time for a change.
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Why are parents so mean,
when I won't eat anything green?
No broccoli, brussels sprouts, green beans, or green grapes,
these will always stay on my plate.
So, here I sit watching the green things wrinkle,
while I cross my legs holding my tinkle.
I got to get up, stuff them in my mouth, and
while in the bathroom, barf them all out.
Parents can be so mean,
if you don't eat anything green.
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colors
people -
born and bred
in a bias world-
will one day-
unite
in a rainbow of colors.
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Heaven Bound
Going home to the golden world.
Angels sing for their heavenly king.
Peace is where you seek its birth.
Love is everywhere.
People smile and rebel on life.
Pain is lost in the sea.
Life has passed, but happiness reigns.
Love is everywhere.
Going home to the golden world,
from this corruption and sin.
Through the golden gates at last,
where love is everywhere.
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To Believe
To believe-
is believing a
rain drop can impregnant
a seed to burst into
this world - fully radiant
a gift from
mother nature's womb.
To believe-
is believing that one
man can change
the world, his thoughts,
his actions, his words,
blending into our
hearts and minds
that outside
of damnation there
is a better life.
To believe-
is taking in all the
pain, hurt, and burdens
one carries, and make
this world a better
place for our young.
Do you believe ?
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