Gerry Legister Poems

A day of fire came from the sun,
With the realm of naked flame,
Hung between the sea and the moon,
There the stars spoke my name.
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Her sapphire eyes penetrated my soul,
water of a full cup flowing from inside
Smeared her face with the bitter cold,
Streams of fresh joy could not hide.
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Blessings upon them conceived,
And the rich becomes empty,
By the root of evil they are deceived.

The humble rejoice,
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There stood before me
Is the object of my desire?
Anxiety running through me,
I feel a flame of loving fire.
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Every second minute of the day
Excitement entices the eternal passions,
It is the desire to mate and burn away,
The night in uncanny positions.
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Inside our soul among the glittering choice,
Lives unconquered morality in versatile mind,
We can all find our voice to tell others about paradise,
With inspiration and reasons we don’t understand.
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The phantom figure appear,
Through the fog, we found it clear,
The sudden flash distracting eyes and ears,
Around the bend came to persuade tears,
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Behind the smile we look into the eyes of emptiness, from the painted outward picture of joy, on the horizon; there is agony and loneliness Anguish of fearful dentistry looms over humanity.
We smile for the world with pearly white eyes the splendor of joy only lasting for a little while, holding back the fountain of bewildered tears we are propelled into the future turnstile.
Surrounded by demons and angels and foes in fires give their souls to devour and pleasure tangled mattered and broken souls looking for a way to escape temptation power.
Behind the smiles, those tainted blood of sinners Put their request in the mail box for Jesus to forgive and the throne of heaven hears their prayers Crossing the threshold in the darken world they live.
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There is a feature that runs through the mind
with a host of stars shining upon the Milky Way
In synchronous lines where earth was formed,
in the beginning of time we had a part to play.
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Poetry is the gift of simple things
Symbols we take in life for granted,
Summer days flow into gentle springs,
By the realm of nature time had invented.
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