Kurt Beard Poems

In a field of yellow flowers underneath the sun
The earth lies dark and void
grass sprouts from the depths of the dirt
The dirt is memories of things long ago
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It's strange to have a night of clouds
No stars or moon to see
No colorful sunset and no sunrise
There is nothing but a blanket of dark
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Memorial Day is many things
A big race in Indianapolis
A big golf tournament in Columbus
Grilling and picnics
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The earth could not hold the water
Its silent river overtook the banks
It grew into a mighty river
Churning itself into a mammoth river
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I can dance in the sun
You can dance with me
Together in the bright sunlight
Blowing wind is our drum
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The phone dances its normal trill
Click and swipe I unlock the screen
The message screams out
"Shots have been reported at West Middle School"
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He is Risen
He is Risen Indeed
I have not loved Him
With my whole heart
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My knees are bent
My hands are folded
My eyes are shut
My heart is hopeful
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Born in poverty
Broken and innocent
Dead and alive
Adopted by Christ
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