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Roger Wilson Poem
The frog croaked
The cricket chirped
The cricket croaked
The frog burped
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In the seasons of my life tis springtime I recall
when the pregnancy of winter gives birth to flora all
colour hue and freshness as only Sol may rise
seeds faithfully long trusted burst forth in blush surprise
bulbs beget their flowers in colours hot and cold
while rose buds blossom gently their fragrance sweetly bold
candied dew upon their pedals reflects the morning sun
which is busy lifting blankets of mist where rivers run
Creation in profusion life's spectrum how it glows
in a sea of waving splendour earths bounty ebbs and flows
in the winter of my years let springtime be my bed
lay me neath the flora for my spirit ne'er be dead
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The Mirror
Often in the mirror we deny what we see
it shows us as we are not how we wish to be
it does reverse our facing but sadly is the fact
you cannot refute the truth of the image looking back
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Painters Writers Poets
live in a world apart
crazed and demented
they somehow create art
commentary varies
as to what is good or bad
laud the creative architects
who are nothing short of mad
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Sometimes when I'm frightened and darkness fills my night
I speak into the darkness to chase away my fright
Darkness I say
I know you're but a cover to beauty sweet and kind
and if you give to me tomorrow these things I know I'll find
the lustre of a sunrise lighting waves across the bay
a field of flowers waving as with the breeze they play
rivers that run from snow capped peaks as for a shore they search
steeple bells that call to all from a friendly country church
the taste of cool fresh water from a bubbling mountain spring
the call of springtime swallows returning on the wing
the blushing of the setting sun as it paints the dying light
pulling with it after the blanket of the night
Darkness
you do not take these things you but grant a short repose
all is safe within your keeping until the morning glows
so darkness I will give to you my heart and soul to keep
until I feel the dawning just cover me with sleep
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The Devil's Reach
The devil he has reached for me and tried to steal my soul
he plied me with contentment yet his hearts as black as coal
yes he tempted me with riches he bespoke an easy path
however I was wary for I sensed the spell he cast
he had taken some before me those who slipped into the breach
who gave in to his prattle and lived within his reach
no doubt I could joined them so weakly in the night
but I looked beyond the darkness and saw a brightened light
the light it called me strongly still the Devil fast his reach
he would not give up easily he clung on like a leech
yet I knew within my heart that beyond the brightened light
lay what life had meant for me a flame I must ignite
so I stood up to the Devil and I spat into his eye
the Prince of Darkness loses tis not with him I'll die
for somewhere in my lifetime an Angel I'll beseech
to let me die within her arms and slip the Devil's reach
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I was a glimmer, I was a spark, I was a flame, I was a flare
Now
I am a dying ember
soon
I will be ashes
True
but I have known the fire and passion of love
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I am never lost except when I am without you
for without you
I am lost
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Roger Wilson Poem
I am never lost except when I am without you
for without you I am lost
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