Melvina Germain Poems

Glazed were the eyes of red sorrow.
Oozed up in the cherry rain.
Lived a red man from the hollow,
stiffened in much pain.
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He smiled at me as I walked through the door
of a rather huge department store.

Then I heard him say, good morning pretty lady.
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A poem a day David said is his goal,
his writing comes from the heart and soul.
I admire this precious blessed man.
I know God holds him by the hand.
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I slapped my hand against its body,
feeling the cold touch of steel beneath my fingers.
An electrifying rush swept through me
as I reminisced of years gone by.
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Love is forever
Lust is a pleasure
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A tiny tabby kitten, with sad brown eyes.
Sat on the porch of a broken down house.
He was about to become homeless,
without any food, not even a mouse.
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Ahh he called me old, that young man of forty-eight.
I laughed and then the memories flowed.
I remember the dances, how I shined on the old dance floor.
I remember the boys waiting in line to dance just with me.
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An elderly hobo,
digs deep in barrels of refuse.
Dining on last evenings cuisine.
Eyes racing from side to side,
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Walking barefoot in the sand
basking in the early morning sun,
I felt at peace with the stillness of
a quiet Sunday. Enjoying my surroundings
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Father I come to you with open arms, wanting to feel your spirit.
Place my feet on Holy ground, open my ears to hear your glorious sound. Open my eyes so I will see, take wasted fear away from me.

Father give me the hope I need to survive, allow me many years to stay alive. Father you are the one I truly love, please send me your blessings from above.
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