John Ackerman Poems

Ever so often we come across rich art that can't be turned away. Through each episode we are willing to explore the rich evidence. Today is a new day instead of drifting away let us try to enjoy true rich literature in the poetic form. Now sit back relax and enjoy:

I Will Rest
today I will rest upon the hidden plains
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in the dark days of old let the truth be told
where mere nobels tread to hide away from the pain
in scarlet thread with quaint visions in their head
a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need of love
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out on the streets
where people meet
she had a hunger for a touch
hero's beckoning plow
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through the long lens we often will bask
into the trash...,
a gift to renew;
in borrowed basement pews
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A Taste Of Joy

onto a barren flask
a brand new task
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in a house built by stone and asphalt
I ellude to the discussion inside of innate moments of love
baked cookies as traffic leave their shoes at the door
a knock from a door lest I implore try to even the score
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we all bleed the same
we are beautiful when we come together
are eyes having spots in the darkness of the night
father open are eyes to see
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God's power works best in my weakness
God pours out himself by the holy spirit
my faith makes me whole in spirit, soul & body
I empty my mind of all thoughts except for the thought of God
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John Hyland's Best

I hung a painting of one of John Hyland's best
nestled in the fabricated forest of unrest
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there's a bridge that devides the fold amidst the tops of an angry mob for sure
there's a taste of an amazing mix of melodic tones deafening in the current
there's a place where dwellers rest to take a part in the test
there's a sun beneath the moon that gives way to cadence in the late of June
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