Juan Olivarez Poems

He sings all night, happy and carefree,
From the topmost branches, of my giant oak tree.
With God given talent, and plenty of flair,
To whomever listens in the still night air.
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he stared at me with his yellow eyes,
honest orbs that held no lies.
he wasn't scared, that I could see,
As those yellow eyes, bore into me.
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Four formidable ravens, all in a row,
Prancing and cawing on the ground.
Plucking the feathers off a dead crow,
God what a horrid sound.
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he died,
And all his world did mourn.
Souls that had known him,
Since the day he had been born.
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Lost amidst the joy of birth,
The smiles, the laughter,
The cigars being passed out,
The numerous good intentions,
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Eyes are focused, somewhere else,
Ears no longer hear your words.
Mind tuned in to distant bells,
Or perhaps sweet singing of birds.
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What is the use of words,
What are tears worth after all.
Nobody listens to words anymore,
And tears just stain your face.
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What good are dreams,
If I must awake?
When with first light,
My love you forsake.
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It was long and gold with a honeycomb grill,
And something inside it, wouldn't let it stand still.
It had white leather buckets, and a four on the floor,
When I stepped on the gas, it would start to roar.
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When times are good,
Save a minute.
just put a minute away,
somewhere.
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