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Tamara Hopkins Poem
Ascending number of waves flow
Ultimate beads of ripples grow
Tensionless journey through the wind
Onto dry sand it smiles and grins
Politely moisting nearby rocks
Intricate rainbows form on docks
Laudable detail with each splash
Ornate sea treasures in a cache
These depths of matter can flummox.
Copyright © Tamara Hopkins | Year Posted 2017
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You're a green light
You tell me to go
Your eyes do alight
My motivation beau.
You're a green light
They obey your sign
To you I do smite
Bringing me to cloud nine.
You're a green light
To see you I yearn
A plight you're finite
Must you always adjourn?
You're a green light
You're always alert
'Til into the night
Working hard to exert.
You're a green light
A ranking foremost
A fond you ignite
I love you utmost.
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They start their jobs at age so young
And bring the news as they are stung
But one would think who would employ
A rich, affluent paperboy?
And such a sight means prejudice
It makes the crowd incredulous
"You shouldn't flaunt and be more coy,
How did your ma raise such a boy?"
For the boy's kin is of great wealth
And so is his insuranced health
Instead of news he should deploy
A money chance for another boy.
He's pride-possessed; it comes from cash
Because he works with news to dash
However that's what brings him joy;
The reason why he's a newsboy.
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Please let my essence fumigate
And may my passion fascinate
Under this stone I liberate
Of hopes and dreams to integrate.
My song, my tears, they consecrate
A curse to all that denigrate
My oath tells truth to explicate
For unknown evils procreate.
To God, myself, I immolate
As there’s no ways to mitigate
This hole, I lie, you decorate
My spirit hopes to incarnate.
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Nice to meet you, really! It’s pleasant,
you’re here after all. Well, hi, how are you?
I’m good now you’re here, I hope you’re
glad of my greet.
Really, I’m exuberant, excited and glad you’ve come.
Please stay, it’d be awful if this were my last
hello to you. Should I say it again as if
it were our first meeting? Hello, hello, hello, i say!
Maybe the repetition of this word for eternity,
maybe if I ‘hello’ you always,
there won’t be a goodbye to greet.
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I present my case; the philosophy of fire
Of moons, of my soul.
Deeply serenaded by the high hills of the west,
Reminiscing; thrilled and refreshed
My credo lies in the carved stones of panda forests;
Aristotle avec his own,
I correspond with
The harbours of immortal obsidian.
By postmeridian
My feet are already stirring in the grass
For only stars give me glad tidings,
Stardew bless my writings.
My life is regimented, by whom?
The sun of course,
Trees, lakes, sap and amber,
Touching melodies,
These are my remedies,
I live systematically in time with nature.
Copyright © Tamara Hopkins | Year Posted 2019
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