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Edward Webb Poems
The Owls Wisdom
The famous sound that comes in summer, the chorus that comes with each morn,
Past, Present, Future
Life, lived; not by the, present, contained within the Now, so thinking of a recollect - of what your mind will allow means present becomes, neglect - and past, does future infect,
Temperate natures can give unto the tempest of day. A gentle breeze upon thy face, Interwinds with gentle rustles
A Little Bird Told Me...........
I spoke to a little bird today, it landed beside and this be what I Say; Do you know that your a robin good sir? famous to our eye.
The Inward Lover
The inward lover, can love no other. There mirage of perfection; hides a non-self affection.
so small the world that is its home no science can exacting define, yet all around including me are made up of them deep down,
the Brain, in stature, within; nature sits, unique in self-aware, within; a creature,
The Sound of Heaven
A steepled church hides the Bell, that silent, stood prepared,
Justice to the Unjust
justice: as word, read by perpetrators eyes, is cruel as meaning is defined, consequences drawn on them caught, soon shroud actions in, murderous blame,
GOD; is such a big word, although; it be three letters,
The sun sets its cycle., a misguides perception, There is no true edge, For is there really a morning? and What is a night I; pledge!
Sometimes the gold complexion of heaven is dimmed, by grey mass in whipped wind can give rise to a storm laced with electrical suspension
Mirrors: are reflective to an image for the eye, mirroring the seen, but mirrors reflect also a lie. Mirrors, only show what a mind holds inside, So make the reflected truths, turned lies reversed in mind
Unfurled from a construct of a human reality, A reality filled with minds collect in electrical lanes, not synaptic of thought, until bought from a store by a searched endeavour,
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The Owls Wisdom
The famous sound that comes in summer,
the chorus that comes with each morn,
not where your hear this calling, welcoming the stars in all nights form,
a bird though it is, owns a call that is loudest heard,
for no other song by beak is sung as is this raptorial birds,
so unchallenged the hooting and twooing are eerily in dark heard,
of the stealth winged owl calling,
not shown to our eyes but by ears heard,
a song not for days calling,
but solo sung to the even black,
draped in the silver shimmers of night,
from oaks confidently...