cheryl davis miller Poems

She stepped out of the shadows of
the dank building she stood near.
A sharp wind knifed her in the back
she trembled from cold and fear.
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Sometimes it is necessity.
Sometimes it's simply about me.
That life will try to steal my time
negate my will; and fill my mind.
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Nothing compares to the sight or scent
of freshly turned soil of the Earth.
As Mother Earth's womb is opened up
to once more bring forth a new birth.
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She did not mean to leave forever
when she turned and walked away.
But then a week became a month
and then forever from that day.
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Stephen lived sometime ago
in a land of great turmoil.
When those in power served themselves
the mass’ were their spoil.
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I wish, I had been older then,
wiser's what I mean to say.
I imagine thing's I could have done,
in the quiet times, of day.
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Remember son, that 'gentleness'
doesn't mean; that one is weak, .
And one should try to think twice
before ever; one should speak.
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Had the world in his pocket.
A tiger by the tail.
Believed he had the Midas Touch.
In life he could not fail.
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Once near the hamlit of Ravenswell
lived a young maiden in the dell.
From near and far most every male
longed for the maid from Ravenswell.
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I was sittin on my front porch mindin my own p's and q's.
When your truck pulled up and you stepped out directly in my view.
I popped my eye's back in the sockets and just tried to act real cool.
But honey you stirred up a hornet's nest in me that makes me act the fool.
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