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Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around.
Full swell the woods; their every music wakes,
Mix'd in wild concert, with the warbling brooks
Increased, the distant bleatings of the hills,
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Cynthia

When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
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Solitude

whispers
a rain drop
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If a raindrop
could represent
the love in
a man's life
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How long will it take for you to see
Life is just an illusion, it's gonna pass eventually
The flesh is just a lie
Eventually you're gonna die
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The Union

I was lying on my back look up at the ceiling
Trying to come up with a wheel or dealing
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shattered glass out on the kitchen floor
picking up the pieces of my past
move away from the silence to a lingering laugh
each of us where's a mask in a disguise in life
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you can't make your heart beat something it won't

it's either heaven or hell now I got a good story to tell
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Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
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trapped within the very impulse of our loved beneath the perplexing ambush


we close the door of brevity with a slight adjustment of the hand when will we understand
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11.

Woman


eyes, hair & smile
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The Hollow Leaves

Spread out upon the ground
Out of mere sadness there's a tug at the heart
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alone
in the silence of my thoughts
pitter patter of soft sandal feet
a candle lit in the corner of my room
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For decades I held back this piece until today

I Think Therefore I Write Poetry
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The Undertaker

he lives in his own world
through choice of demonic desire for power
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walking through a barren path
this led to a pathway through the woods
searching through the grass
I suddenly came across a stone
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Stick In The Mud

you hear voices through the veins of unearthed societal rampage
a whole host of angels driving us forward filtered through the solace of my mind
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Trump's Ivory Tower

While he sits there alone
in the silence of his room
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let me make this clear as I shed a tear
the king really died in the seventies
but his memory still remains
his blood still runs through are veins
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The Best Poem Of John Ackerman

The Vanishing

Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around.
Full swell the woods; their every music wakes,
Mix'd in wild concert, with the warbling brooks
Increased, the distant bleatings of the hills,
And hollow lows responsive from the vales,
Whence, blending all, the sweeten'd zephyr springs.
Meantime, refracted from yon eastern cloud,
Bestriding earth, the grand ethereal bow
Shoots up immense; and every hue unfolds,
In fair proportion running from the red
To where the violet fades into the sky.
Here, awful Newton, the dissolving clouds
Form, fronting on the sun, thy showery prism;
And to the sage-instructed eye unfold
The various twine of light, by thee disclosed
From the white mingling maze. Not so the boy;
He wondering views the bright enchantment bend,
Delightful, o'er the radiant fields, and runs
To catch the falling glory; but amazed
Beholds th' amusive arch before him fly,
Then vanish quite away.

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