I love the 'eyes' resting on my poems
But hate the too many ‘I’s
Making their loud presence in my write!
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pause a little don't kill in haste
curb the killer in yourself
trample them not as garden's pest
they need your kindness' help.
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The crow looks like black hanging rag
The trees blurred blotch of green
Trunks furcating like horns of stag
The sky is shorn of sheen!
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A chance acquaintance on that island bus
said he was eighty of age
have fled for some years the city's rush
on the island have rented a cottage.
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Love is majorly one sided seeks not a reciprocate
our love may not be returned that's far we can hope to get
though it is thus often destined love knocks the wrong address
don't lose heart for we were right we showed no miserliness.
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In unity should life be spent
Brotherly, sober, benevolent
Making live let live the testament
Remaining ever non-violent!
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Go join the long and winding queue
At the space station WYXLC2
Where they take you to time left behind
To dig out the lost love from your mind!
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Up my backyard tree
A family is my guest
In a happy living spree
Cozy in their nest!
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When the sun scorched the sand,
I went to Henry’s Island.
The winter came and left the shore
Spring was for a while and then no more
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Today this sun-filled morn
I’ll not mourn for you,
Though my heart is a desert
Your memories barren sands
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