Raymond Smith Poems

The wind! The wind that blows is free, is cool, is alive it speaks to me.

Of times past, of warmth of love, of safety of a better time.
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Death of our beloved old dog, Buddy is: loss...grief... the end... family severed...alone... abandoned... empty... tears...memories...deflated...outrageous.. wrong.. wicked...cruel... evil... unjust... unnatural...mocking...I rage but it doesn't care... now it comes for me.. and it still doesn't care...
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A Day Spent Skiing

By: My son, Paul
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Green grass and corn stretches to tree lines.

Haze rises from fields, and there is a languorous magic that rises from the land.
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White... snow... white sheets... white cars with light blue seats... white sails on the bay... white clouds on a sunny day...white fluffy dog keeps invaders at bay

White skin...I love mine
Intelligent, beautiful, so fine
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Who are you? Do you notice how hard you are to grasp? Maybe our spirits are infinite.

Isn't it funny. You've lived inside and with you all these years, and you really can't grasp yourself. All we can do is seek ourselves and seek to know ourselves and yet we seem to have changed over the decades.
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Nighttime, quiet time
Cool, crisp and deep blue
Alone to think feel and breathe in
the night air
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God is the Supreme evil.. let that sink in

IT created everything including the shocking reality we live in...
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