Buxton Shippy Poems

Twas not her thighs that caught his eyes
Or the protruding mounds on her chest;
Twas speeches, orated, beneath the skies;
Arrested by a heart, yearned for the test.
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Tame that thing betwixt the ears
Before it goes meandering.
For what last best, beyond the years
Is everlasting.
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He sees himself as evening
Without a shadow, in the city,
But truth be told
He's a radical light,
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I don't feel like a poet today
My mind is barren
Without context, paradox and metaphors.
Words scant:
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The last five years
Was like the morning dew
Because you looked upon Love
And married her,
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My little sister, In Christ,
Jessica, The Rose that blooms
In our Savior's arms.
You left us soon
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The shade of your skin
Could not contain you
Neither your masculine shell
For deep within you lies
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Here is where we are
After sleepless nights
Betwixt
Midnight and dawn
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I saw a man
Clothed with liquid fire
Hugging sons
On a winter's day
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