Paula Glynn Poems

He writes so many sheets of music,
Ideas bouncing around his head,
But financial times are hard,
And he has music to burn,
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Old fruit sits in a bowl on the kitchen table,
But he doesn't do anything with it,
He just sits and stares with his cup of tea,
Thinking of changes and how his life will be,
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False religion where churches burn,
And Satanists spread the word,
Of death, violence and destruction,
To steal away hope and, instead,
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See the wicked witch ride her broomstick,
As she rides with the moon,
Her pointy hat her distinguished feature,
For it is a full moon tonight,
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You wait a lifetime,
Waiting for happiness,
Searching for your true self,
So you don't need anybody else,
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I play your song,
And my heart is on fire.
I feel your passion consume me,
For if this is hell, take me there now,
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It is a beautiful summer day,
And there is rain,
Falling onto my umbrella,
And clearing the air,
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The planet turns,
Carrying its people,
But I am dust,
I had once been alive and beautiful,
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The violence of poverty,
Shatters the dreams of life,
A victim begging for mercy,
Behind closed doors.
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Best friends forever
Or at least starting at age seventeen
Two vivacious young women
Going through the ups and downs of youth
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