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Mack Bonner Poem
Three paths diverged, he came across
One of diamond, one of gold, one only of grass.
The diamond promised riches and of things that sparkle
But the people were pushing and cursing, it was quite remarkable
The one of gold a similar thing, people pushing and shoving and calling of names.
The one of grass, less appealing, a little bit lame but not nearly as loud, in fact it was quite tame.
He chose the grass above all the rest, to be bothered with petulance would put him no wiser than the rest.
He followed the path for many miles, enjoying the journey. He took it all in, he was in no hurry.
He could hear the fighting from the other paths on occasion but it was drowned out by tremendous laughter invasions.
Finally the path came to an opening and the bickering was gone, the laughter grew louder, as he was welcomed home.
You came across three paths and you chose the right one, this is the only one that leads here my son.
Copyright © Mack Bonner | Year Posted 2018
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Mack Bonner Poem
Moments in time so precious so dear
They shape us and make us through times of laughter and cheer
You held my hand, you shielded my heart, you made me feel safe even when miles apart
We walked for miles, but we'd have walked more
To escape the grief, to escape turmoil
Forever connected, you're mine, I'm yours
We waded waters we rebuilt walls
A bond so strong, like the tree that stands proud and tall
Moments of laughter, moments of tears
We held each other tighter through times of fear
Eventually the day will come when we must part
But these moments in time, I carry in heart
Just remember that the pain is temporary, the sadness won't last
We'll meet again, and so reminisce our past
Copyright © Mack Bonner | Year Posted 2017
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Mack Bonner Poem
Drops of dew on leaves just kissed
The fog rolls out, a windows mist
Birds sing their song, grazing deer, ears a twitch
Experienced the same, the poor, the rich
The Moon settles down, the Sun peaks out
Rested eyes are opened, critters scurry about
Good Morning Earth, Good Morning Sun
It's a new day, Earth's dawn has begun
Copyright © Mack Bonner | Year Posted 2017
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Mack Bonner Poem
He came from foreign lands to seek it. Like a leather clad, sunglass wearing, Russian spy, he sought it out. Where was it? Where was it hidden? Stowed away, locked up, safe, she replied, as she timidly led him down the pathway.
They passed through many rooms, down many hallways, in search of it. Locked box after locked box, she opened, she teased, the light blindingly vivid at first but dimming quite fast. As the light faded to darkness, she would close it and move on. On to the next room, the next box, each one possessing a renewed hope. The lights of the hallway growing brighter and brighter, we must be getting close, he thought, each vault the seemingly perfect hideaway.
She continued the walk, he continued to follow. He was entrenched now and he knew it, caught in the web, but he continued on. She was in full control. She could choose to reveal it or she could keep it for herself. All he could do was follow, hope, wait.
The growing look of uncertainty slowly creeping in, he began to question it's existence, maybe she even did too. Was she lost herself or just leading him on? Is this even the correct path? Could it be recovered at all? Just some of the questions that began to mount.
Maybe they had passed it, maybe it was all a ruse, maybe it didn't exist. If it wasn't for the hunger, he might've given up much sooner but this was a hunger like never before. He wanted it. This time, maybe, he needed it. So, he held hope. He had come all this way, he was in too deep now.
They continued the walk. Pit pat, pit pat, pit pat, the sound of echoing feet through the chamber. With each passing room the anticipation grew. We have to be close, it has to be here, it all looked so promising.
If it was hidden, it was here. If it existed, she was the possessor. He followed. Like a zombie in full trance, he followed. Where was it? Was it here? Had he been fooled? She must've been stone cold to keep it hidden this long, to keep it locked away. Show it to me, he thought to himself. Show it to me now! But, there was nothing, she wouldn't expose it, it was all in vane. It was hers to keep, stowed away, protected. Hidden from him, hidden from the world. The cost too great, the risk too high. She would keep it for herself. Hidden, locked up, protected.... Safe.
Copyright © Mack Bonner | Year Posted 2017
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