John Shea Poems

A lovely lady
Parked on her porch
living life
No strife.
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Gone just another four letter word
Left not the right word to leave
Right is what I am seeking
Behind me curls my nerve
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Where is there
But here is fear
What a way to live
Here I am there
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Not drinking and driving
not shucking and jiving
Aware with your mind
you body will find
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As I wander through this life
I wonder
As I grow older and bolder a brazen soldier
I quake
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Living with your eyes
Burning a hole in my soul
It killed my vibe and I sighed
Eyes like burning coal
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True love is earned with thought and deed
A blossom of beauty after planting a seed

A memory in life benign
Of a spouse or child
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I saw the great Danube last night,
Dodged a eagle in his flight.

Hovered over a weary traveler, and wished him well.
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A word on my desk with dust
enough to leave some rust

Just a little dust on the table of our life
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I thought uno was a card game
Then found out uno y dos fue egual to tres.
I found that spanish was a language muy linda.
That curvas were parts of a road
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