Buxton Shippy Poems

Dancing
Dancing
Lucifer celebrates,
In the precious blood
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Her inescapable presence
Still demands attention
Even though her image
Is fixed in a frame.
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I met an elderly man
Down a gully road,
Last night,
Adorned in wisdom and knowledge.
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Hard to find shelter,
The tempest rages.
Hope wrath turns,
The storm ceases.
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One is old enough to bat;
Two are learning still.
It's prime time now;
And Time is fading.
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Arise! it's a new day,
And you are breathing.
Here, take this embrace,
Before you face the storms.
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Bomb! Bomb! Bomb!
Is a game hawks play,
On the playground of death.
Call me a coward, if you must,
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In a night's vision
I saw a man, dressed
In khaki suit, and
Smiling like God.
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Day after day
She crushes stone on a heap
Only to see the sun,
Glistened in the streets.
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O how beautiful you are
Prince Of The Morning,
Light Of Men,
Salvation, for the lost.
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