david lessard Poems

The end of war is not so far away,
The Prince Of Peace is closer too;
Before we kill each other in this play,
We've much to learn and more to do.
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My heart has no compass,
I am hopelessly lost;
Going in all directions,
My soul's paying the cost.
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Somewhere,
in the deep recesses
of my mind -
I knew you were there...
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Are you really coming home?
Or is it just a dream of mine?
Will tomorrow really be here?
Will the plane come in on time?
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Money honey...that's what I want...

In this age of buying and selling,
Is there something, they're not telling?
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Must you be so warm and lovely?
Must you be so sweet and kind?
You drive me to distraction...
and meddle with my mind.
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From all nations they come; hopeful, excpectant, full of dreams of greatness.
Their bodies are honed to perfection, their minds geared to extra fine sharpness.
For some, it is all over in scant seconds, for others, it is measured in minutes, and for still others, it may well consist of hours or days.
They run, they jump, they soar and glide with majestic beauty.
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Love is a fragile thing,
Love on a broken wing,
Heart on a spiral, down,
Smiles like a saddend clown.
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Where were you, when I needed you?
Where were you, when I suffered pain?
Where were you, when cold winds blew?
Where were you, when I went insane?
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I thought I could make it on my own,
Now I realize, it isn't true;
Now I give it up to you,
What troubled me, you always knew.
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