R. K. Hart Poems

The gentle black and purple butterfly,
She dries her wings before taking to the skies.
Of great beauty, her life is one so short,
Mammoth to Swallowtail her majesty holds court.
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They took Him before Pilate and asked, 'How do you plead'?
We want to know before we beat you till you bleed.
He knew not how to begin,
For you see He had no sin.
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Along the road called Life I met a man today,
He asked if I were going his way.
I took a minute and looked him up and down,
Just to ask myself if he were someone I wanted to be around.
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She sat with her mum and dad in their gumboot house,
Who would I be talking about, of course Maddie the Mouse.
It was getting late for little kid mice,
Mum told her once and told her twice.
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Maddie skipped and walked down by the beach,
Rain threatened to fall and the clouds were heavy, within reach.
Maddie came to a rock pond with tiny fish and crabs,
She found some seaweed to hold, so slippery it took several grabs.
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The trumpets have gloriously sounded,
From this scene, evil has been hounded.
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I hear the sound of the bugles last post,
And in minds eye hear wars ghosts.
From muddy trenches body strewn,
Men scream, their strong bodies hewn.
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One day my earthly eyes will close,
And of my earthly body I will dispose.
I would ask no tears trace your face,
Bound I am for my Kings heavenly place.
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She sweeps by and her beauty causes angels to cry,
In addition, the Cherubim release a gentle sigh.
Mere men melt like an asphalt road,
On hot days when men are near to explode.
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I hear our love above a volcano’s fiery roar,
I see our love above the eagle’s lofty soar.
I feel our love above mighty earthquakes temper,
I knew our love from dusty far.
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