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Rough is this coat i wear soiled and torn from to many falls.
A cold shadow casts me forward as a flame consumes the wick.
This numb existence i possess stares at reckless abandon because.
Of to many choices ignored while being delivered mistakes picked.
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The sun slowly rises in the east as the morning mist gives way.
The generations gathered to celerbrate the cycles, to feast, dance and pray.
Our fathers kept tradition all arrived to this same hallowed ground.
Like all of their fathers before brave yet peaceful and profound.
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Many are days weeks and years.
Now am too old for salty tears.
Sadness replaced the youthful dreams.
Lost time won the battle to me it seems.
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As the gentle southern rain softly whispers of you.
The ache i carry deep in my heart washes over me
Just once more to see those green eyes of beautiful hue
Staring right back at me, oh the changes you will see.
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To have and hold more precious than gold.
Waste not and want not is what has been told.
Beware of the wicked have faith till the end.
Count all of your blessings cherish your friends.
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The cracked cobblestone memories, are heavy with time.
As are the wrinkles, on my once young face.
Carved by the years, burned by the sun, barren is the vine.
Cold fingers now reap the harvest, of this empty place.
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Baring the weight of burden, carried deep in my soul.
Searching for passage to wisdom, not once hearing the bell toll.
Peering through eyes filled with visions, of mistakes made long ago.
Caught by a blistering whirlwind, scorching me from within.
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Truth is a word with only one meaning.
Twisted at times half told not ringing.
Wrestled from doubt showing the wear.
Crippled from use without even a care.
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I find myself at loss in doubt.
Is it worse or better?
Do I have a clue what its all about?
And does it really matter?
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I remember smell of honeysuckle in the soft morning breeze.
The shimmering sun dancing on the lake and piercing the trees.
So varied are the colors the Autumn leaves will make the eye strain.
From beauty not contained, peaceful the sound of softly falling rain
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The starving and the homeless begging in the street.
Have the only notion of what frost feels like on bare feet.
Places where an orphan sleep alone and out of sight.
Heated only by a candle not much for them to bare.
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Lost hope heartless those hoof beats pound.
Raising the dust form these red clay grounds.
Chasing the federals like demon hell hounds.
To the city of Chattanooga.
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There are people who, and I know not why.
With bitter heart dark deeds they ply.
The end they seek the power they crave.
Is taken from people encountered along the way.
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I'm not here to impress
I am only here to express.
If this causes you distress.
I do not mean to depress.
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When times were different and i was young, ooooh so long ago.
I chased the devil pressed between midnight and tomorrows page
And a few times i caught him feasting on the flesh of my black soul.
Tempting me with so called best friend using a puppet on his stage
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Have you ever felt cast away a nameless wave on a forgotten sea?
Did you think you could hold on against a never relenting wind?
Do you find yourself caught between what could have been and used to be?
Did you really think you were right, life is sweet until the bitter end.
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I thought I could find you here without hope and all alone.
When will you wake to find what your running from is gone.
Is this what your folks would choose for you think this brings a smile.
After all these years you would think, take stock after awhile.
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Right in the palm of my empty hands.
Pass the chance of make to break.
Hope is whispers on fading winds.
Climb over correct to achieve mistake.
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Smooth as glass above where never it rains.
Calm and quiet, so quiet the ear strains.
Color's so vivid they seem to have flavor.
Waiting for all where none are shown favor.
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The calm forewarns the storm will arrive on breath of destruction.
The blue sky behind torrent stares down the spine of total corruption.
The price of pain is paid by the innocent who ask not, be invited.
A bitter moon slowly sets over satans shoulder, translucent and delighted.
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The Best Poem Of jack green

My Coat

Rough is this coat i wear soiled and torn from to many falls.
A cold shadow casts me forward as a flame consumes the wick.
This numb existence i possess stares at reckless abandon because.
Of to many choices ignored while being delivered mistakes picked.

A street light in the distance my old friend always leading the way.
To the next disappointment certainly waiting its turn to tare at my coat.
Hollowed eyed and with empty stare i proceed to my continuing decay.
Reassured of the only outcome available will be good at best remote.

jack green Comments

Willie Dixon 14 February 2014

Jack's poems are really good. Keep up the good work son. write me at billforgrace@yahoo.com Date: 2/14/2014

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Angel Lockwood 07 November 2012

Really beautiful, roses in a dark...artistic touch!

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Robert Beck 30 December 2011

Good subjects, all written well.............

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