Hello, may I offer a drink
of poetic verse
that’s straight from the heart?
We don’t have too long
...
in high exalting
on angelic songs flying
(heart up so floating,
many births down)
...
Sweet Snowdrop;
you reached up to the sky
through winter's snow,
and now you have bloomed
...
'What are you doing Pooh? ' Asked Christopher Robin.
'Oh, its maffs', said Pooh.
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What is truth he asked himself
Is it just an honest answer?
And so much would seem to depend
On sincerity
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Loneliness is not what it seems
Not empty but rather full of dreams
Dark thoughts that storm like gather
Threatening to strike like daggers
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I have no new word to utter.
No magic philosophical mutter.
Not anything to say
that was not said another day.
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Christmas is coming
the turkeys' are getting fat
no one has told them
why we're doing that.
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I bought you just one white rose
with velvet petals and such sweet scent
as flowers may in full blooming hold,
with a blush of pink, not shy or bashful
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