B.J. Ayers Poems

There are many, that do not believe,
In a life after death, or so they say,
There is no soul, is how they think,
Death is the end, or so they perceive,
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Raindrops and Rainbows

Raindrops falls as clouds grow dark
Anxiously releasing the burden that fills
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Do you remember the days gone by,
The friends you shared, the memories of all,
The games you played, when you would cry,
When you left home, and Mother would call,
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It slithers along the ground,
Forked tongue slips side to side,
Some say its Satan,
As it slithers without a sound,
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Fear, an emotion easily obtained,
Something we dread, or maybe of shame,
Fear for a life, or sickness within,
Emotions obtained, but difficult to contain.
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The Storm

The heavens darken; the clouds are filled,
A rumble far away, with a thunderous roar,
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Interment flakes, individually designed,
Falling from heaven in a serenity of gray
On the ground and in trees and frozen streams
Combining flakes, resting where assigned
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Beyond an immanently disappearing horizon
Dropping slowly, the orange sphere, loosing its consistency,
Lacking in strength, falls and brings forth the darkness,
The shadow of darkness intensifies, creating its own horizon.
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I saw a rabbit, with a furry little tale,
A cute little fellow, as he consumed my plant,
I said scat, but he just stared and ate,
Little mouth just twitching, consuming my kale,
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Just what is fate and what does it mean,
Hopes to dreams to wishes and more,
Not always good nor always bad,
It’s often only, what we wish for.
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