Doris Cornago Poems

Nature's child unbridled, creatively gifted
Running wild, sowing seeds by hands
Fertilizing the fallow land with dung
Responsible to no one in my farm
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Should
One resist
Creativity spree
A moment in time
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Sitting among the grasshoppers
Drenched to bones with dew
A new morning greets me
Strands nod welcome
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Weary warriors wobbled home
Wearing kilts, drag pitchforks
Villages pillaged into ashes
Bones, altars desecrated
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Here I am alone
Groping for answers
Weary eyes wet with tears
When confronted with the facts
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Wet
Dreams
Out on the
Beach, waves
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faded memories of what went on between
a man so uncommon, beautiful to me
my eyes are wet with shed tears
my heart is heavy with unshed
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Always strive for fresh wholesomeness
Need not show your deep cleavage
Or too much skin to get attention
Just be kind, thoughtful, sweet
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Kept away, day to day distracted
You're my miracle, so stayed
Whenever I fear today
I look back at past
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The best love is set amidst a sea of troubles
Strengthened by a billowing wind, carried
To unknown lands by a sultry wavy sea
Hands to trim the sails feet to balance
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