JOE POEWHIT Poems

The birds sing today. The children cry. Old men dream
of yesterday. All is the manifestation of GOD in reality.
All vibrates to the songs of the universe. Time flows in the
harmonic of the heart beats of butterflies. Fish find the
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MANY BIRDS

Fill the sky like a cloud.
A shadow made upon the ground.
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DEATH

Gone to a far away land.
Never to return, only to dust.
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I feel real rich today. More gold, than ever in the
month of May. Cares, I have none upon this earth
and life. In fact, I own much of the earth. It is all mine,
it will never be taken away. All day long, I count the
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All poet rocks, start out as pebbles at
the bottom of the river of life. Through
time, some words grow into rocks.
Such as the flower to the plant. Over
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Cast upon the image screens.
A life of pure un-reality.
Through time with growing pains.
Soon they just seem insane.
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Place in the late hour.
Crying into my empty self.
Calling into nothingness.
Where is the ending of space?
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The door closes on mayhem.
HAY! ! ! back again. [same].
Talking to the bum outside, with
the sign REPENT SINNERS.
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A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say?
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find, an empty ear.
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I spend hours.
Looking at flowers.
GOD made love.
Like foam soapsuds.
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