George Howard Poems

Days of lemonade and Motherdie [Queen Ann Lace]

By GeorgeHoward 06.2010
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By GeorgeHoward 05.2010

Oh to lay me down in fields of golden wheat prostrate,
Watching cotton clouds across azure blue skies abate.
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By GeorgeHoward 05.2010
When I look at all the hurt and anger in the world. I sometimes despair.
All the lies and deceit, in the name of religion and injustice, which in itself becomes unjust.
Evil is like a red hot poker, sometimes, you can see it, sometimes you can feel it near.
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By George Howard 05.2010
As I sit here contemplating my navel,
The only thing that comes forth is fluff.
Where does that come from? Tell me if you’re able.
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By GeorgeHoward 07.2010

It was only two a.m., went to bed with a good intention.
I would wake up early with a head full of invention.
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By GeorgeHoward 04.2010

One day some strangers passed by this way,
They took stock of our planet, and laid down our DNA.
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By GeorgeHoward 05.2010

Passing doors of torturous din,
Glancing through at the sheep within.
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By GeorgeHoward 06.2010

I take up the fragile Jewel unsure.
My hands are ridiculous, rough, cut, but clean!
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I know a lassie a troubled one; she is a beautiful Scottish Rose,
Of tangled mind, and cause to be, mostly on the jux-ta-pose.
Her life so fraught and torn apart, from earliest of her tender years.
The cries throughout, ignored at best, fell upon those deafened ears.
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Day after day, week after week, all hours he toiled,
Hands often covered in carbuncles, clothes mostly soiled.
Walls were built, gardens, factories and houses all sold.
Flemish bond, Herring bone, works of art, if truth be told.
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