Howard Johnson Poems

Through the window
All that could be seen
Is in obsucerity
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Tell me your thoughts
When you have no thoughts

Tell me what you see
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You are alive, full of life,
I love the way you laugh,
You have depth to be discovered,
talk tell discuss,
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Sweetness, Young and fair
Let all your beauty share
May I touch your silky hem
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Standing where
The grass and the
Cement meet
In what could be called
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She saddens my heart
Depreciates my resepct and dignity

Left with poverty
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There is something
In the autumn air
It wakes and stirs feelings unpaired
Of my native blood
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She shands upright upon my pedistal.
Giving me comfort, pleasure and assurance.
She is ingrained in my most haloed idyllic childhood memories.
Meeting her is a familaur anxiety filled with passionate emotional maturity.
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To see in everyone I met
My little struggling self,

Always trying to do its best
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My Heart doth magnify his name
I offer up his praise
To push back the darkness
And let in the rays
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