Joshua Griffiths Poems

Oh where is that flame to light the fire of my soul,
Like cast iron wanting for a spark from the forge,
Fit to gorge on the silver lined substance of my whole -
A goal that flickers so in the remissive shining of the moon?
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A body for everybody,
The ideal face and skin,
The eyes of everybody,
Blue green brown souls within.
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Bring me not a world of money;
Bring me a world of wealth.
Your spirit lies impoverished,
Mine in luxurious health.
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Dull white walls,
I sit in my office typing;
Tapping away an eternity for a sake
I know but don't;
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