Cecil (cj) Krieger Poems

He played on the guitar like a pizzicato
Who frequented one too many bars
Always demonstrating
A wonderful amount of restraint
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Where have they gone
Though no longer here
Their faces float by
As I remember them
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I love the touch of your breath
In the cold morning light
And the way your bedroom eyes
Look into my sleeping soul
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There is no land for me to stand
No angels left to sing
The stars that once had filled the sky
Have flown and taken wing
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She was a dancer
But now at age sixty seven
During the day
Her ghost leads small groups
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She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
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Spring

I can't take my eyes off of you
As you carry your beauty about
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When I am gone
Who will read my words to you?
All the poems about you
That I have put to paper
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I can't remember
What my mother looked like
That was so long ago
In a time of chasing butterfly's
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SUMMER

The old motor struggled
Against a none existent breeze
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