Ozark Mountain Homegrown

Ozark Mountain Homegrown Poems

Truth….
Truth has many colors…
The color of white, so bright and so pure
Clean as fresh fallen snow, on a cold winters day…
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Reaching out a helping hand
Is an easy thing to do

When giving help to those in need
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My beauty seems no longer there
My youth doth fade away
But now my beauty shines within
And grows each passing day
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My love transcends this earthly plane
Not only is it the source of my being
But it is the essence of my very souI
My love is infinite
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As he lay dying
In his hospital bed
We knelt beside, crying
Many things, never said....
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The moon
How it beckons
In the stillness of the night
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I feel so lost to this world

There's no joy left in me

I've spent my whole life searching

For the things not meant to be
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8.

The world's wrapped up in politics and loves big finance too
I find it quite depressing in large quantities, it's true
It's good to have the knowledge, and to know what's going on
But when it starts to rule the world, then everything goes wrong
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Too many misunderstandings
Can never see eye to eye
Always seem to evoke bad reactions
And negative based replies
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When people learn to let go of ego
Then there is nothing left..

Nothing left to be cursed
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To suckle from the breast
Is so much more
Than nourishment for the body
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Overloaded with emotions
And they're wearing me down
I feel like the carnival
Has come to town..
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Your Love it warms me like the sun
You light my darkness like the moon and stars
You are my true and only one
You mean the world to me
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14.

When going through the change of life
Who knew that it could cause such strife?

Emotions running up and down
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There once was a cow who lived out in the yard
And a cat who lived up in the tree
The cow roams around
The cat won't come down
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There was a moonfaced hillbilly gal
Who loved moonshine, and wanted it now
She lit out in them hills
To find ole pappy's still
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The pale moon shines so soft and low
Casting shadows through my weary heart
This suffering, you can not know
This pain I feel when we're apart
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Once upon a time.... a long time ago.....I knew a man...
A beautiful man…
A tall, dark and handsome man, who was incredibly charming….
It's been said, that he could charm the fish right out of the water…..
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When morning dawns
And darkness ends
All fresh and new
Each day begins
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Throughout all time to come
My love for you will linger
Like dewdrops on the petal
In the early morning light
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Ozark Mountain Homegrown Biography

First and foremost.. Thank you for taking an interest in my poems...I think you will find my poems to be very simple in nature... Not clever, not complicated, not intellectual, nor hard to understand...Just simple, personal expressions that come straight from the heart. I am a wife, a daughter, a sister, a mother, a grandmother, and I hope a friend... I long desperately for coexistence and world peace... I firmly believe that we are all connected...Love is the universal language of all that exists.. Always keep an open heart and an open mind. Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (1207 - 1273 / Balkh / Afghanistan) is my most revered mystical poet.. Words can not express the joy and Love that flow from my heart when reading his works.. 'Rumi’s poetry is so widely appreciated because it has the capacity to uplift our own consciouness. Reading the words of Rumi can awaken in ourselves, our own spiritual self.')

The Best Poem Of Ozark Mountain Homegrown

The Color Of Truth

Truth….
Truth has many colors…
The color of white, so bright and so pure
Clean as fresh fallen snow, on a cold winters day…
Spotless and unfaltering, blind and obscure
This shadow of truth, contains no shades of gray…

Truth can be red, like the blade of a knife
Whether dull or sharp, It can cut you so deep
Creates gaping wounds, left to fester and rot…
In anguish, lie wounded, to mourn and to weep
In anger, lie broken, in utter distraught…

Truth can be dark, and as black as the night
Absent of moon, with no stars in the sky…
Used to poison and maim everything in it's sight,
To condemn and defile, and to crucify…
All left hopelessly feeble, to suffer it's spite

But what is this truth…
Does it even exist?
It's a seed that was planted
a long time ago…
Beguiling, seductive
For those who believe
But perhaps, just a lie
in disguise, to deceive...
And this truth, we can never know…

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Brainbucx Beebucx 16 March 2016

Nice poems

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