Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet Poems

When troubles make themselves plenty
leaving the cup of your life half empty
when worries themselves number the many
and the bank of your joy reaches its last penny
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My father gets the wooden stick
he counts from five
i run and hide...
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When my love left me
after all so long
I could only begin to see
how love could go so wrong
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take me to the place
where a waterfall
really is a waterfall
deep dark blue
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Bianca, the anchor of my life
in the sea of my heart
on the boat of destiny
we sail together
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Flowers
they are so simple
yet so complex
a flower speaks
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Nothing ever that great
is just served on a silver plate
You have to swim
to find the pearls
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To a great poet: Maya Angelou

Life has never been an easy walk
with soft sand and no rocks
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THE HEART WILL LOVE
when i meet that special woman
to hold me in the warm sunlight
to embrace me in the rising storm
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It whirls and twirls
it twists and curls
as it picks up and hurls
everything in its path
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