Juan Olivarez Poems

There's a misty rain outside,
So inside my room I hide.
Looking out my window pane,
At the January rain.
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Sitting round a campfire,
In the middle of nowhere.
Where the high desert gets higher,
Gazing off towards Big Bear.
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I'm sure somewhere, the sun is shining,
The clouds have gone away.
And somewhere all the birds are singing,
And all the children are at play.
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Would you dance with the Devil?
Would you kiss his foul mouth?
Would you caress his forked tail?
Would you use his horns,
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I hear the voices, In waking dreams,
All times of day or night it seems.
I hear the voices in my head you see,
The voices that set my soul free.
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Some poets can write a million poems,
And never say a thing.
They waste their words, and your good time,
Like lint on clothes, they seem to cling.
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An albino exceedingly white,
Scared the pants off his friends in the night.
And then laughing they'd boast,
He's a lively old ghost.
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Yours are the lips that I desire,
The eyes I long to see.
Two burning coals of Irish fire,
That to my heart hold the key.
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Goodbye winter you've lasted long enough,
Though we had no rain, no ice, no snow.
But for this valley it was really rough,
Winter came for two weeks, and then he had to go.
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Crazy little tyrant,
Petty little man.
All you do is rant and rave,
Waving petty little hands.
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