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Mountain

The airy mountain, lush and green, they call home
Perched on shaky rock, the waters beneath swash and foam
Goats graze, cattle feed, fields of corn and wheat they comb

Stored in the belly of the hefty hill
The harvest, food for all, food to fill
Spring is here, they forget the winter chill

Swimming in the mountain stream, singing of selfish praise
Not a worried eye to be seen, to the sky a glass they raise
Foolish people dance and scream, their minds muddled, their hearts ablaze

Through the earthen caverns they wander
Wealth and fortune they do squander
They do not think, they do not ponder

What a waste these people brought
No knowledge gained, no answers sought
Squabbles grow more and more, 'ore the land they fought

Blood spilled, turning the mountain red
The rocks toppled, the peak lost its head
Waste away they do, no stopping 'till they're dead.

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The Cricket

Up the hill the cricket goes.
The ant queen, a helmet she bestows.
A stick as sword, a pebble as shield.
Leading a swarm over the field.

High hopes, ambitious pride.
Too bad, the little cricket died.

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Bird Watching

A crow cawing and clawing.
A sparrow darting through the air.
Robins nesting, blue jays resting.
I truly do care.

Watching birds on a warm summer morn,
Remembering the good times, and what she meant,
I know I cannot have her; thus I mourn.

A goldfinch sings its song.
An eagle flys overhead.
A baby chick chirps for its mother.
The things I wish I had said.

The birds fill the sky, now.
But soon they will move south.
I know I cannot have her; I tense my brow.

I will move on someday, this I know.
I won't forget, but I must let go.

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The Cave

I wander the dark forest caves alone
the walls are sharp and the bats all have flown
I sit in the stillness seeing how I have grown
Thinking of youth and how the winds have blown
I traveled far, not how I planned, my seeds I have sown

I am not where I want to be, but where I need to be
It is not until the quiet darkness surrounds that I can see
I am chained to my demons, I want to be set free
Pain, anger, and fear make the chains of three
Tugging and pulling, I look to my hands, I have the key

I unlock fear with my inner most courage
I throw away that chain which held me bondage
I feel hope returning, now with less baggage
Yet I must face these other two chains, my mind they ravage
I look up to see the second key, inscribed is the word knowledge

I learn from my past hurts, my agony, my pain
I understand the source, I can feel a cleansing rain
It was my part in the struggle that was driving me insane
I can no longer blame others, or slice into their vein
I look down, a pile of rust, that was the second chain

Anger cinches tighter, has me by the throat
I fight it with all my might, pulling me under, I'm hardly afloat
This demon, a fiery spirit in the form of a horned goat
Has a spell on me, It is laughing, what a vile gloat
Then I see it, just let go, I don't have to go down with the boat


My chains are gone, my demons have no hold
The relief is intense, worth more than gold
I stand tall and breathe, I've never felt so bold
I have grown since I entered the cave, though I am not yet old
I hope I can help someone, with this story I have told

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Annotated Poem Number 1

The silver king{1} banded with the dark queen{2},
United under the all-powerful one{3}.
Off to war, of armies of four{4},
together with the warrior son{5}.

Battle was fierce, many were slain;
The wounded wound-up in the history books{6}.
The militant{7} family crusaded on,
Striking fear and bringing heavy-hearted looks.

Victory was assured, no doubt to be had.
Until the mighty three{8},
Heads of armies be...
Rose to crush the combative family!

The military may trump the house of royals{9},
the farmhands{10}, and those of trades{11}.
But aces rule high, and the army spread thin{12},
So goes the game of Spades.

1 King of Spades: second highest ranking card in the game of Spades
2 Queen of Spades
3 Ace of Spades: highest trump card
4 The four suits in a deck of cards: Spades=military, Hearts=royals, Diamonds=merchants and traders, Clubs=farmhands and peasants
5 Jack of Spades
6 After each trick in spades, the resulting four cards are collectively known as a book.
7 suit of Spades
8 The aces of Clubs, Diamonds, and Hearts
9suit of Hearts
10 suit of Clubs
11 suit of Diamonds
12 All of the trump cards (the spades) are spread out amongst the four players through the randomness of the shuffle.

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Walk In the Woods

Walking in the woods I ask,
What is my purpose? What is my task?

What great things am I destined to do?
I want answers, I need a clue!

Walking in the woods I ask
Can I do anything while holding a flask?

I fall to my knees to pray; it is no lie.
"Just end it all, I want nothing but to die!"

Walking in the woods I ask
Is this woodland beauty just a mask?!

I see the curtian of afternoon light,
A calm washes over, I know I'll be alright.

I see I must change, no time to wait.
A bottle is my coffin, such a terrible fate.

Perhaps my greatness comes in humble forms?
An understanding ear; share a story that warms.

Walking in the woods I ask,
What is my purpose? What is my task?

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For Her

Soft blackened silk hair.
Sad she is; warmth for her heart.
No solace, for me.

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What Makes-

What makes a poem great?
The expressive text, the subtle rhyme?
What makes a poem great?
The heart, soul, effort and time.

What gives a poem meaning?
An illustrious poet, a rhythmic chime?
What gives a poem meaning?
The heart, soul, effort and time.

What makes a person great?
A spouse, a house, a youth in their prime?
What makes a person great?
The heart, soul, effort and time.

What gives a person meaning?
Money, fame, going up the corporate climb?
What gives a person meaning?
The heart, soul, effort and time.

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Flowers

Flowers bloom in Spring,
Filling the air with sweet scents.
The white tails feast.

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Passing Summer Nights

Warm and still is the air.
Quiet humming, darkened sky.
Insects scanter, clouds bloom.
Wide and freeing, a summer night,
Warm and still, pleasing to the soul.
Remembering past years; feeling the now.
Summer nights, happy to have, sad to hold.
The walks are memorable, the emotions vivid.
To have, is to enjoy, to hold is to despair.