Fay Slimm Poems

From liquid glass to boiling foam, moody Sea
Can gentle be, or scream out her commands
With restless need for exclusivity
She drowns attempts to flee her reprimands.
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Welcome could not be the word
When visitors first encounter
This mouth of Hell.
These seeming absurdly high
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Whispering songs of romance
You won me to your melody,
Which now breathes a symphony
Within my soul. My heart dances
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We live our todays as velvet on skin
Embracingly smooth, with ease of fine silk.
Each moment gone drifts into yesterday.
Lives sadden spent dusting future for hope.
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Well, did you ever! Oh how grand!
In the smallest of rooms I stared
As farmer friends beamed, proud planning
Had now worked, to get me in there.....
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When we learn not to tamper.
Respect all things wild,
Then land and inhabitant
Will not stay maligned
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Wings of adulthood grown, now I can fly
And will sing myself loud into each day.
Early elation comes easily, - - trying
To grow up too soon though loses the way
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Tucked in a valley, a long walk away
From dwellings or ice-cream selling, paradise
................lies hiding.
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Meadow in honey-soaked sun.
Bunches of ripeness swing from each vine.
Work of the pressing just begun
When ardently your glance caught mine.
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Today has all
the hallmarks of greatness.

If it is proclaimed.
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