Joseph Blitch Poems

Yarns we spin of old,
Makes the young bold.
They when hearing it,
Go in search of spirit,
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Where does love grow?
In search of we all go,
With enigmatic mind.
The true love to find.
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Taking my watch with the sun sinking low.
Like fire, the sky flaming totally a glow.
Who could paint a sunset so gorgeous?
No one else but my God; Most Glorious!
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The cycle of changing seasons; on it'll go;
Spring; Summer; Fall; Winter; may snow;
Snow; some people like a lot; others a tad;
To many it is a pleasure; others find it bad;
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Early morning, before dawning light of day,
A Whip-o-will is heard calling for light’s ray.
The host of stars seen twinkling in the night,
With dawning light seem to have taken flight.
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Sweet is the sound as Daughters of Music play;
Hearts beat in sync and with their rhythm stay;
Vibrations within the air waves merrily resound;
At no other moment can such ecstasy be found;
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Meditating to unwind while only memories, I find,
Somewhere in time, somewhere within my mind.
Few good, mostly bad, happy outweighed by sad,
At times made glad, yet over all making me mad.
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The fire was an easy one to start,
Loving warmth, melting my heart.
Intently I tried eluding a flaming fire,
Deep within my soul, a great desire,
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From our very birth we enroll in life’s school,
Adhere to wisdom and don’t be counted a fool,
After we first learn to dine, converse and walk,
We find instruction on teachers board in chalk,
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Searching for a friend,
Spirit walks in wind.
Many miles complete,
Without blistered feet.
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