Tyler Mason Poems

Summer she saw
and the swing was empty
She called to her mother
with nature's voice
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When I’m dead and still at last
There will be flowers strewn
I’ll be flickering and fading fast
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O! New Year
lo!
New roots to bloom anew!
Lest we wither...alas,
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Inhabit the brain with telltale imagery...
For metal breeds in dark places.
So, thenceforth, journey through bright brilliant skies...
Clouds laced intricately in a macramé.
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Wishes lie beneath cloaks of eerie wonderment
Guarded by the uninviting truth
Lifting the veil
Removing the mask
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A tight-woven birch basket
Weary with wear
A God-given garden
An orchard lass fair
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Janus: the God of doors
Across the sea; opposing shores
Tarnished knobs of glitz and gold
The ancient isles of ash and coal
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Our bones, though brittle, draw us forth
To journey on another day
And Mary's milk may keep us strong
And God will never turn away
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Carry on, wings
Over soil and sea
For death is in the fen
To gather, to garner, and give away
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War is won though never fair
Those fought the war to fight
But bells clang and clamour somewhere
And echo through the night
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