Edward Webb
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The famous sound that comes in summer,
the chorus that comes with each morn,
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Temperate natures can give unto the tempest of day.
A gentle breeze upon thy face,
Interwinds with gentle rustles
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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,
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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.
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justice: as word, read by perpetrators eyes, is cruel as meaning is defined,
consequences drawn on them caught,
soon shroud actions in, murderous blame,
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When light ebbs away from a livings eyes,
and livings age, pays its wage,
so the body to soul no longer does engage.
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suspicion; haunts as demon, wondering the mind of guilt,
for when thought of gain is actioned, souls unheard will wilt,
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When we are deep in thought,
images drawn upon the mind,
never is a sighted moment,
in the present to find,
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There is a serpent that hides in the damp,
of a lipped cavern,
long, moist and venomous its known as the tongue,
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A steepled church
hides the Bell,
that silent,
stood prepared,
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the Brain, in stature,
within; nature sits,
unique in self-aware,
within; a creature,
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The inward lover,
can love no other.
There mirage of perfection;
hides a non-self affection.
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The Heart by fact beats, Why? is not as clear,
For when beats do increase,
Feeling excitement or through fear,
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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,
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If death were the end
then why do care
and give love that we solemnly share
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Do not believe in every one's repose
For seeming friends prove oftern the greatest foes,
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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
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Sometimes the gold complexion of heaven is dimmed,
by grey mass in whipped wind
can give rise to a storm laced with electrical suspension
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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 unknowingly sat.
showing her wisdom come dawn,
when the tweets to the east signal daylight,
unique in her wisdom, not like majority,
and on eastern blush,
takes to roost on her silent wing,
and waits for the quit of the dusk
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4/25/2024 4:07:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You are a fine poet. Keep on your uncluttered style and honesty. I see a great future ahead.