Bob Blackwell Poems

Although
worry numbs
her heart,
she’ll not
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If we study
words of truth,
words that come
from our consciousness,
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That time between
light and darkness,
when twilight reigns,
long soft shadows,
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How come you write poetry,
what made you write poems,
was it a want fulfilled, a need?
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The beauty of our world,
now fills our poets mind,
words to form a nature poem
grow, to illustrate how natural,
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Early morning,
light with sun,
that’s still to rise.
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The circle of life goes round,
and then round some more.
For most a roundabout of want,
minds fed by a parade of things
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My early childhood years,
learning years, scary years,
fear of failure, fear of bullies,
some success, small delights.
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Twilight,
dusk
sun sinks,
light lessens,
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Water streaming,
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