Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet Poems

the man i was
i was
-foolish
-young
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Let bitter anger not consume my soul
for its appetite is insatiable
let it not overcome me, all and whole
lest my will be unbreakable
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Our love grows with each year
Our love grows with each tear
Our love grows with each kiss
Our love grows with pearls of bliss
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Swimming away
swimming away
swimming away yeah
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In a thousand years when possessions are dust
and a thousand more when metal is powdered rust
when the past lays bare with scattered mystery
days remembered long ago as ancient history
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Humility is
a beautiful quality
worth exultation
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A lover's quarrel
can always be settled by
a long heartfelt kiss
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Allow me to illustrate a situation that proves that the best results can rise from the worst of circumstances.

A young man was playing poker with six of his friends. Now this young man did not have a vast amount of money but wanted to play anyway so he threw a quarter of his money in the pot.
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Forever shining stars so bright
the trip upon the path of light
the cold dark of spaces shallow
cast upon the distand shadow
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there is a million pathways
in the cramped city streets
there is a mllion pathways
all cramped with rushing feet
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