John Shea Poems

Write on the wall
In the spring winter or fall

Do it next year what the hell
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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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Ella hablado conmigo.
She spoke with me.
Lleno de corazon, full of heart.
She shared it with me.
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When she was young
On a white stallion she would run

Then she saw the black
And thought for awhile
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Desde ayer, te amo sola
Quando mueves, me muevo
Soy yo.Tu eres los flores
Tu Y yo, siempre enamorado
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Frosty thoughts go through my mind
A chill invades my being
Then in my pocket I do find
A book of matches
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I can, t Remove the mess of my life
No polish will bring back the shine
Tide just brought sand
With its ebb and its flow
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This is hard to reveal..so so much for zeal.
Before writing a poem, I have no clue what it might be.
First I think of a subject, love life or the weather
The colors in forests or the sweet taste of nectar.
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It was at the railroad station where I met her
She was run over and almost dead

I wiped the blood from her forhead
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