JOE POEWHIT Poems

The rain has just ended.
I myself inside feel bended.
Into the yard I'll creep.
Out the back door, by the sweep.
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Sacredness suspended clown.
Some wearing golden crowns.
Happy songs jump and twirl.
Spin and hop, pleated swirls.
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There I was reposed upon my back. It must have been two or
three in the dark morning. There was no light about. Only the
many diamonds in the sky. Thrown upon a blackness to twinkle
in the night. A dance of heavenly beauty for the eye to look upon.
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Well here I am again today. Who will I be this glory of a day.
There upon the wall of the closet to see. An array of faces
looking at me. Some are famous, others are plain. There is
even one with a stain. Over in the corner, one with pain.
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There you are upon a silver slim limb. I watch,
with an eye that's not dim. You look back with
a weary eye. Only, I see a bug before my eye.
Little tiny bug, taking a sanctuary space. Yet,
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Twinkle tiny light.
Nestled wonder flight.
Floating slocks climb.
Rimpled quillious drime.
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Cast upon a lonely shore. There, I sat and looked upon the
sea. Calm the water was, with the birds hovering above. Like
the angels of GOD, hovering over the life below. The wings of
life sustained the buoyant birds, above the deep of the ocean.
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LONGING EYES

Looking from the hollow crook.
Just over the edge of a brook.
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LEAF

Crying leaves of early spring.
Shaded colors, which rainbows bring.
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Now I am done.
All day long, TV. on.
What is in my head? ? ? ? ?
Mixed up crazy, ''they said''.
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