Marlin Nightingale

Yes the river, ever rushing,
On it's boundaries always pushing,
Leaping, scrambling, onward surging,
Swiftly moving, onward lurching.
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Happiness is quite a thing,
Can turn a pauper to a king,
Makes poor in spirit chant and sing,
Yet what true hope doth therein lie?
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Those days when passion scaled the cliffs,
And energy, like sun,
Burst ready in the hero's chest;
A life not lived, not done.
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Soldier, here I stand and wonder, thinking of the distant thunder,
Of the cannons that once shook the very dirt beneath your feet,
Fire that split the sky above you, turning red what once had been blue,
What a war you were thrust into! Not a moments peace to keep!
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The sight of blood to some, I'm sure,
Would easy make them faint,
But when I see a pool of blood,
It could as well be paint.
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Here he walks with wistful wonder,
Tuning out the crowd's coarse thunder,
Knowing that a single blunder,
Could forever change the game.
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Those fitted jeans with price so high,
Accentuate her figure,
But then she'll pout and wonder why,
They make her butt look bigger!
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I saw a solemn oak tree,
It's spreading leafy arms,
The light that filters through, i see,
Is glowing green and warm.
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In silence rolls the ambulance,
Down narrow streets, neath giant oaks,
Shadows 'cross the windshield dance
Setting a soft ambience,
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One night when I was walking home,
Beneath the moonlit trees,
The shadows danced their eerie dance,
Behind the silent breeze,
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A burning orb in the breathless sky,
The heat from it's phantom flame,
Desert, brown as the coughing dust,
And a land bereft of rain.
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Wind, its potent powers hidden,
Never tamed; it's only ridden,
Whistling through the tree-tops tall,
Rustling leaves in latest fall.
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Stood there beneath the ominous cloud,
Of selfish thoughts, like swords,
They kept their place standing face to face,
And drew their sharpest words.
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In the heart of a forest,
In the solitude so clear,
You may find a tinkling brooklet,
And a songbird nestled near.
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Windmills turning, slowly slipping,
Through the air that's round them whipping,
Fills us with a sense of wonder,
Through maybe rain or distant thunder.
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One fine day two boys were found,
Runnin' in the shipyards south o' town,
One named Jess and the other was Jim,
I don't know what got into them,
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O thou lion crouching still,
Raging fire could ne'er infill
Fear in hearts: as can thy eyes,
Fearless, somber, undisguised!
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Creeping in on cat feet,
Came sleepiness to me,
Passing close; it felt so sweet,
It perched upon my knee.
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I ask for understanding.
The sort that is not found,
By simply graduating,
A college of reknown.
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O thou Summer of my life!
I wudst that thou return,
With glowing fingers shield the knife,
Of Winter's sombre after-life;
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