Buxton Shippy Poems

Desires to soar above the heavens
Wane by the hold of history
I wish a word or a line
Could free this mind,
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The wounds are healing
Years on the beaten paths.
Strike
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Some speak of 'Nations'
Like they are inanimate
Airborne objects,
Void of spirit and souls.
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A man with an iron hand,
Strong probing eyes,
A fist of steel
Yet built with the heart
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The poor white man had no slaves;
could hardly wipe his posterior,
keep his wife and feed the children.
The poor white man started no war
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Most pause
Few cause

Peace
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When all the leaves have fallen
And this world says you're done,
Fix you're gaze on HIM;
HE never sleeps nor slumber,
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You dwell in a fixed territory,
No one bother to check your legs.
They come and sit,
They get up and walk away.
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He touched my shoulder gently
Before he left for work
To me it means he cares.
All through the day,
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Believe or perish
Believe, your transgressions
Can be forgiven;
It will cost you nothing,
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