James Wakelin Poems

Please silence for the spoken one speaks
but his language is common, overly used
To be left out in the dark
In the cold
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The trouble with bad is that bad is trouble
I trouble to say that the bad is trouble
Yet the bad and the trouble (like sadness and bubbles)
As often seen on T.V. these days
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The days will come when we can love the King
His soft voice gently surrounding us
To love the Father and the Son
Would be happiness enough for everyone
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Who knows why they came?
They didn't brave my keep for a drink
they came to provide my sheep with a garden
in which they grew their pleasant plants
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Green paths lined that eternally festooned
house
it was set on the
brink
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To be a challenged desire of hope and respect
the tears of rain subside in my youth
To be a bright earthern silk quilt
all done up in a sort of torn, the briefest of seams
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Poison poison in my veins
it kills the sense of love that was
and then again the newness
once again sprouts its wing.
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I do
I want
I have
To trust me?
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So where to now? i ask my question with paramount
concern in my eyes
does fear enter my soul
at the mention of my soul as i dust the sheets of my soul as i
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walking down the street one day
got into an ugly fight
wouldn't want to tell you more
it was such an ugly sight
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