Donald R Wolff JR
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Donald R Wolff JR Poems
She Walks With Angels
Her spirit is like none I've ever adored. She radiates a magnificence. So much resembling a performance by God; In the climax of a storm.
Choke On A Poem
No; You are not a poet. When words don't rhyme, and you know it. Writing the words just to post it. No jackass that's not a poet.
Death has taken me back home again- No one was waiting by my grave Life is now a lonely memory- No one cared enough to pray
While walking on a cold Fall day traveling down a wooded path. Juliette noticed birds she'd never seen before playing with a cat. Amazing as this seemed Juliette continued right along. The reason for her travel haste was because of a distant song.
Let Free Mine Heart
Blame me not Oh teen of heart for broken dreams that thy feel Mourn never past days of yesteryear in endings not felt real
Days Of Olcott
When sunshine comes down into a darken sky- A quiet befalls Olcott Beach The carousel with shops now closed- Brings silence, to our streets
The air is sweet with fragrant smells from blossoms in the trees As sunshine breaks through morning mist it sets a calming peace Daytime brings a gentle breeze moving almost silent from the lake Small glass like waves along the shore make sand designs along its break
The blue bird sings a song I dream My heart can hear from what I see The wind blows gentle by my ears
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''Anyone can be anything at anytime.Donald R Wolff JR: Life observation.
It's just a matter of circumstance.''
''A person will create them self from the ashes of their God.''Donald R Wolff JR
There are no wars to fightA tribute for the self thinker who understands; All things happen by choice with few exceptions. For those of us who seek answers instead of supers...
No Gods to serve
Or magic in what is or will ever be
Destiny is created from curiosity
A self thinker seeks possibility through knowledge
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She Walks With Angels
Her spirit is like none I've ever adored.
She radiates a magnificence.
So much resembling a performance by God;
In the climax of a storm.
I wait impatiently just to see her face.
The smile of that beautiful face.
Every line a note of a song not yet written;
But thought of in a harmony that lingers in my memory.
Leaving myself in a daydream holding her in a lasting embrace.
Do I dare present myself?
Me, an unworthy servant of society.
Holding a dream that I must let known to my heart's desire.
The fire consumes my emotions with feelings that ...