Cat Hodgson

Every morning it's a trip to the Sea.
To watch the ships as they flee.
Oh Bessie can't you see,
He's never coming back to thee.
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I fell in love with your whisper
Yet on poetry dreams
Your breath on my neck chased loneliness
Your presence dwells in my palm
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The quiet of the night mocks my wretched song,
The lone path is long winding and shadowy dark

Listen to the howling wolf; he too hide in brush alone
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I gaze upon snow distant meadows
Diamonds glisten like rare jewels
I dream of mirror pools in your eyes
Enchanted with never ending blue oceans
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Autumn rain chilly and bold
Soon winds come drenching cold
Colors whisper to light the fire
Autumn weather has warm desire
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Painting Tomorrow

Blushing pink sunset peeks beneath
Oak limbs shadowing tranquil evening
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Oh the pride that the Father gives
His beauty touches me deep
Green tree branches sway
The wind, I am glad to feel
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At night a whisper ponders
Like the morning dew gravity pines
Journey sings deep within a soul
Heart yearn for a world of moral
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In Narnia a far door opens
Light is beyond in brightness
Crystal steins shine stunning
Liquid warmth fills to brim
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Appreciate each fleeting blossom

Existent reality expresses epic love story
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Longing heart walks up the dark trail
It whisks through the mind in a melancholy
The lonely heart cries for the touching surge
Smiles change to down cast hills and rain filled valleys
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Elusive Dream (echo)

Night has no grace without moonlight
yet heavy clouds burst in pouring rain
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One o'clock in the morning
I don't know if I'll sleep tonight
Eyes are wading in puddles
Of a half-moon light
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May Peace Prevail on Earth

May loins sleep and tigers not hunt
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This morning moon shines blue
Peeking sun steps up to watch
Having delight to see her in grandeur
Crisp morn waves a wand of delight
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A note to self

Anger serves no purpose
It doesn’t satisfy the wounded
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While your sleeping
I tap out keys
Writing what the mind sees
Will it be some sad muse
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The wind howls today
It protest of the winter coming
It shakes the coloring leaves
There will be none left
A sad feeling to see them fly
As for the life of them
Seeking some corner of shelter
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The quiet of the night mocks my wretched song
The lone path is long winding and shadowy dark

Listen to the howling wolf; he too hides in brush alone
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Heart drowns in endless sorrow infinite
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