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Buddy Black Poem
'Willow Weep'
The willow
Tree
Is standing
There
Without a
Thought,
Without a
Care.
Anchored deep
It hugs
The earth,
No hint
Of laughter
None of
Mirth.
It softly
Sways
In gentle
Breeze
That barely
Touches
Other trees.
With slender
Leaves
And branches
Long,
Its cooing
Now
A mournful
Song.
But why
So sad,
This stately
Tree
That stands
So tall,
And seems
So free.
What event
In ancient
Time
Now leads
Us to
Much metric
Rhyme,
Of weeping
Willows
Crying softly,
Bearing sadness
Standing loftly.
A contradiction
This weeping
Tree,
That brings
Such joy
To you
And
Me.
Copyright © Buddy Black | Year Posted 2017
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Buddy Black Poem
Spirit Passing
Even in the bitter of the darkest winter
When our hearts feel cold as river stones,
And our tears are but ice fields,
When we feel certain that sweet summer winds
Will never visit our chaffed souls again,
We must remember, and always know,
That beneath even the coldest, deep frozen snow,
Sweet summer grass still lays green,
And spring flowers wait to grow.
And this dormant frozen season will pass.
So it is with the passing of souls.
One cannot live until another has gone.
Our hearts feel frozen and life stands still.
But the warm spirit of that passing soul
Will be the warm summer winds
That will melt our winter hearts,
And our melted tears will give life
To the spring flowers bloom.
Copyright © Buddy Black | Year Posted 2017
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Buddy Black Poem
'Beastly Dream'
Nipping at
My tiring heels,
Breath hot,
So close
That I can
Feel
The froth
That reeks
Behind its’ toothy
Grin.
Its’ muscled
Claws
That grip
The ground,
Scar the earth
With every
Bound,
That brings it
Closer
To my heels.
What beastly
Creature
This,
That has
My scent,
That lunges on
With no
Relent.
Burning lungs
And tiring
heart
Slows my pace.
I stop,
And start,
And now I
Crawl.
But not so
This furried beast
That vows
To win
This deadly
race.
My leaden legs
No longer
Run,
And this
Nightmare beast
Has gained
The ground.
Snapping fangs
Bared wide
And sharp,
It hears the beat
Of my wild
Heart,
So loud I’m
Startled
Wide awake,
Still snug
And safe
In bed I
Lay,
And giggle
Beneath
My breath,
That silly mouse
Cavorting in my dream
Nearly scared me
Half to
death.
Copyright © Buddy Black | Year Posted 2017
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Buddy Black Poem
Yellow Eyes
There is a coal black cat
With moon yellow eyes
That lays about my door
At first I thought
A country stray
Surly nothing more…
This coal black cat
With moon yellow eyes
That lays about my door.
At first he stayed
At great arms length
And never ventured near
Pretending not
To give a care,
Pretending not to fear.
Then, not quite the stray
That I first thought
That lays about my door.
I gave him food
And ice cold milk,
What cat
Could ask for more.
Our eyes would meet
And stubborn both
Neither scarcely dared
To blink,
And then one day
I swear it’s true
That coal black cat
With moon yellow eyes,
Gave me back a wink!
Now quite the pest
That cat has grown,
And he seldom
Stray’s from home sweet home.
And his favorite place
Is the carpet where,
This coal black cat
With moon yellow eyes,
Lay’s about my door.
Copyright © Buddy Black | Year Posted 2019
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