keith Durante Poems

One gentle light, a solemn candle burns,
to enhance a moonlit dusk or a heart that yearns,
to dream of distant pain, how it shadows many tears,
a soothing light that burns upon the soul and its' fears;
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There's a cold rain falling down on the morning,
I stand at my window, I hear love calling,
a blistery wind pelts a new formed puddle,
I see her splash its'surface racing to the shuttle;
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the writer lifts and weilds a simple pen
with the frailty or strength that moves women and men
for what purpose is of no defined accord
the mind's eye begs the soul to record
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The world watched a peaceful gathering at Bethel,
They came in droves to rekindle the past,
A spirit lost somewhere through time,
An ancient thirst for revolution,
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how simple to smile, pretentious or real
the intentions it may or may not reveal
the coy charm summoned each time you flirt
or the brave nod assuring your not hurt
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I called upon God just last night
I asked if we were living wrong or right
the answer I heard left me quite disturbed
it seemed God was somewhat perturbed
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she use to wait for me after class
how I longed for time to pass
to hold her hand to stop the sand
flowing through the hour glass of time
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so soft the memory that wrinkles my nose
and curls my smile into a playful smirk
she would sit upon the bathroom counter
her feet in the sink plucking her eyebrows
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I saw a homeless man huddled in cold
his hands cramped crippled just growing old
our eyes met and I cringed inside
I felt ashamed with no place to hide
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hands feverish aching to form
chords that resound
the rythym in my loins
born in the words I sing
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