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Jack Reed Poem
When Sparks Fly.
The magic in our togetherness make's sparks fly.
Years of me loving her, her heart will always be mine.
Our trials, our errors, through out our years.
Seeing grandchildren we made, strikes me to tears.
Two hearts we have still beat as one.
The magic of our love is like white morning doves.
We are still young then turning so old.
Magically we are still in love 7 times fold.
I have found my soul mate early in my life's stride.
We both believe our love, with togetherness is our pride.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
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I have once flown in the clouds.
Helping people then been blacked out.
The world has changed my wings are black.
Lost all hope need to sleep but never can't.
So I lay on this concrete slab.
My soul is gone but wounding if I will get on track.
Seeing things white but now I have changed.
Now I am just a black dark angel living in pain
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2013
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Sky’ turning from sun rising morning dew.
Camping in the woods green lit sparkly view.
Starting a campfire to make breakfast.
Then to the lake fishing for greatness.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2012
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The moon won’t rise.
Unless lady gravity is holding her
Moonflower that’s still, shining bright.
Silver steps silver gown.
Spiraling up to the stars above the ground.
A heart she really cares.
Every night she illumes our light everywhere.
She does not mind time after time.
Walking countless steps so we can have nightlight.
Be grateful of our lady of light of the night.
With out her we would be blind at night time.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2010
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In deep thoughts of unity.
It’s always a world, for someone else to please.
Along with pleasure there is always hard earned pain.
Sometimes death for someone else’s easy gain.
Look what we have, by the winners they lose.
They only win, upon the kill they choose.
So what we have since the beginning of time, my friends.
That Evil only wins, is when God is in not in, our presence,
I still hold my mighty shield, I always carry my great sword.
I never take off my armor, I live by the book of the lord.
A warrior for Christ I am, the devils works shall pay.
Am a warrior for my Lord, I serve God then do what he says.
To much going wrong, why do I only see what is right.
I will keep fighting for every soul that needs a Life.
Someday this will be over, that is what I always hear.
Then I realized, that was the Devil talking in my ears.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2011
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Bra - Panties..
A bra is not a singular and panties is not a plural.
They are both nouns that I loved to endured.
I have been teased and pleased with these under garments.
They come in all shape and forms I know they are objects.
So what can we say about this common grammar error.
That’s mixed up in our English mixture.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
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Freak of nature- is a on going thing.
Things are changing- in this world of strange.
Ice is melting- on the polar caps.
Will not be long- before there is no glaziers left.
Freak of nature- is on the rise.
It is in the oceans- through the rising tides.
Look at the sunshine- burning down.
Forest fires- ashes on the ground.
Freak of nature- what is going on.
Can you tell me- about this song.
Weather patterns- is not right.
Many people- has been losing life.
Strange things- we cannot explain.
Lakes has disappeared- in the Earth veins.
Freak of nature- what can we do.
Freak of nature- I am so confused.
Everybody is looking for- someone to blame.
Scientists are so smart- they invented gasoline.
Governments know- how to control everything.
Oil is money- to all living things.
This beautiful world- needs a big change.
Or This Freak of Nature- will always stay.. Stay the same ….
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2011
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My final fate has dare become.
In 48hr’s there will be no one.
I am not going to leave this Earth.
This is my home my kin, my dirt.
I am no different than our animals here.
Who gave them the right - to leave them here.
They say I should pack a bag - then go to a place unknown.
What place is that, surly its not my home.
I rather die - like I was meant to be.
My soul mate feels the same - so then we breed.
People are ramping -panicking around.
Running for their lives - only the rich has a way out.
Hours are up - no Earth to Be
My soul is saved - I am in heaven - I have Wings
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2010
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As the river calmly downstream churning.
Foliage of the trees is starting to fall colors turning.
Rays of sunshine through the tree lines.
Shadows dancing right over the river side.
Soon nighttime will become moonlight.
A different ray to calm all life.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2011
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I can pull out your heart.
Then if I wish I could put it back in.
Then mend your skin with love because I am a man.
It’s a two way street the lying and cheating.
Then honesty comes - then learnt eventually wrong most always win.
A soul bouncing on fingertips needs time to heal and grow.
The pain, gain, agony, blindly - deceit
The love people spare just not to be alone - the unknown fingertip sweep.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
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