My Poems
(Secular)
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Inspired by Shimmel watching our world from a far the wind blows the clouds dance all around him looking like magnificent cities. If you listen with patience and wisdom you will hear Saginaw's Song echoing in the wind He sits on the great rock watching our world from afar. velando nuestro mundo de lejos el viento ventarro'n los nubes bailen toda alrededor de Ellos se parecen como ciudades magnificos. Si tu' escuchas con paciencia y sabiduri'a, tu' orias Canto de Saginaw, repitiendo en el viento el sienta en la grande pen~on velando nuestro mundo de lejos. Time rolling and tumbling rising and receding creating balance and order. Tiempo regazos en la costas de eternidad
Cross of Changes time marches with the steady beat of the drum everywhere the stories of the ages, roll on the winds blowing across the field
of life are changing
Snow Leopards
lie on the white sands of eternity if you look closely into their eyes, you shall see an ancient world, a world without end, without beginning, without time. Their World. And Ours. just before the dawn everything is quiet the nocturnals begin their sleep the day animals will soon awaken the sun will rise to begin the new day and start the cycle once again that leads back into the night spinning on mounds of discovery pointing upwards being something told. English Class many are stories and essays and grammar perfect teachers stealing the knowledge of the ancients and the prose and poetry of our literature the power of our own imagination. Math mind boggling theories unimaginable possibilities the corridors of Science are vast and wide Morning I look at the morning sky
Apart But without you Everything seems gray Tell me love, can you stay? Please tell me that you love me Tell me that you and I will always be
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I searched this Earth 'round for you Only to find you were still here Now you've gone again And I don't know what to do My love grows with every breath I take Where did you go? Will I ever see you again? If Only You Knew
Awakening
the Lion stretches on the white sands of past and future watching the moons align seeing His great kingdom in all its grandeur the magnificent beast acts as the guardian of thine destiny, showing much splendor in what might be a sign of patience we must learn to encapture. the Piano getting ready for rehearsal making the stage while the piano plays bringing the stands bringing the music getting ready for rehearsal * a jazz style joins the classical the sassy sax tries to steal the show, but the baby grand plays on continuing to play its soothing sounds eventually the sax fades away it knows when it is beaten The piano is playing the moving of chairs getting ready for rehearsal * the stage is nearly finished soon it will begin we'll play the classics we'll play the jazz, which we love so much but when it's all over for the day, the lights will go out the stage will be silent all except the piano left behind to play for an unseen audience. Butterfly like a rare butterfly in a hidden field of golden honey so sweet to taste, so sweet to feel I am your one and only butterfly The Lighthouse the fog horn bellows its warning. Land is near. The faint flashing of the light It is the lighthouse, faint from the sun's last struggle it's final explosion of color at dusk. the surf is crashing against the rocks, under the cliff where the lighthouse warns, Land is near.
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(religious)
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his hands firmly clasp a stack of Holy books he tells us lessons of life he tells us of Holy lessons She stands at the head of the circle
Together they bring light to our future
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I see you in the moon's night No shadows can touch you Darkness on all sides
Night can't bring you down God
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