Claude Simpson Poems

Daylight fades to night
Then comes another day;
Life is what you make it
Any how, any way.
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Look to see the danger
But avoid the confusion;
Look to see the spontaneity
But beware of the action.
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It characterizes consistency;
It serves as an entity for reference;
It cannot be seen or touched
But it is symbolic.
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To whom that is wrapped in a bubble-like oven;

Trapped and entangled in a web of impossibilities;
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Three little birds soaring
So high
Across the ocean touring
The sky;
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Family is stunned,
Crushed, dismissed and shunned.
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As they float above the clouds
in cosmic orientation
Rotating in the vastness of space,
feeding communication;
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Living as a tree is a bit refreshing
Never have to work or make a living;
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When she stands in front of the mirror, I see angles of her;
One clear and transparent while the others blur.
The truth that represents the virtual replica of genuineness;
The untruth that represents the virtual replica of opaqueness.
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Her love is like an inner force
pounding in my heart;
Ecstatic, superfluous and fiery love
willingly impart.
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