Bullion Grey Poems

Lucky #7 found a lucky penny,
and made a wish, that
Laughing Budda would knock on wood,
so an angel would place a ladybug on a full moon;
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Cues we are sent appear in the most strangest places.
From road signs, that we drive past just as we are
thinking about a question, to when we sit and
close our eye's and see images.
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May you find out one day what is Love.
May Love find you one day, too.
Love holds the Truth that all is precious.
Love judges no-thing as it is always growing.
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If the rainbows were stolen,
would we know right away?
Would we see that they were gone
or think they weren't out today?
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From my mind with a fleshly eye, defined the lines I saw,
hidden in means of sublime, neither depth, width,
nor short nor tall.
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Don't try to bribe me with sunny days and breezy afternoons,
tell me you have good news for me and that I won, again.
Don't speak to me about the warmth of your heart, or soul....
not a good thing to tell me you found me a new book, or old read.
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In a field of straight red pickets,
stood a little to the left, one crooked.
All others conformed in every detail,
none had faults, or flaws, never a fail.
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You lived my life, and I lived yours.
You cried my tears, and I cried yours.
You laughed my laughter, and I laughed yours.
You felt my fear, and I felt yours.
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