George otto Becker Poems

Oh silent wanderer tell me what you see.
How I question the looks in your eyes.
For your looks are the only thing I can't read.
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We were placed so carefully underneath the blue Texas sky.
You and I.
We grew together In the springs sunny glow in a blue green field of blue bonnet's.
We ran and we shouted.
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Alongside this one days I spent.
His mind about himself and the folks he misled.
The lies he spoke and the fools who fled.
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Beneath the earthen sky we were known.
Amongst all the animals we do roam.
The critters skitter along the shores where waters do foam.
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Alone I sit upon my chair.
Blankly at my pen I do stare.
On the paper my words are there.
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Into the night I do write.
With my words you I excite.
When you read your heart has might.
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Amongst my castle in which my wallet built.
My credit rating and my golf membership.
My mercedes and the dogs I own.
Even my neighbors flock to my home.
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Within your heart your pen does write.
Upon your pages your feelings fight.
With your hearts emblazened and your candlelight.
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Your world is with me.
My heart's filled with glee.
Your pretty smile so warm and sweet.
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The master walks.
With all of his talk.
His lies and his mind in a box.
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