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Gloria Nicolelli Poems
Ode of Peace
Peace shall not come through the mouth of man For his words ar no more than grains of sand. Spoken and blown away His words of peace, won't last a day. World of conflict and dis-ease All choose to do as they please. In the midst of all this strife
The Rubber Tramp
A tramp can be something of a bum! No home, roots, love or job, just a thumb! He is aimless, useless, an angry being Constant pain of his past upbringing. Under the garbage of this mess Is a man of beauty and finesse. He rides the buses as a tramp
Shelter of the world a place where evil dwells Lost and lonely, go for help only to find HELL! Money by the millions given to the keepers. Only produces, misery, despair
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Ode of Peace
Peace shall not come through the mouth of man
For his words ar no more than grains of sand. Spoken and blown away
His words of peace, won't last a day. World of conflict and dis-ease
All choose to do as they please. In the midst of all this strife
Many have destroyed precious life. Peace of the world is a "light."
It glows in the darkness of our "rights." He is the "Light" - Our "El Shaddai!"
He is the "Spirit" - that cannot lie! In His light of His word
One finds the peace and has heard. "Righteousness and Peace are not of man
But of the "Light" who is "I Am!"