John Shea Poems

Write on the wall
In the spring winter or fall

Do it next year what the hell
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Howard Simon a young friend of mine
Walked the sands of of the Virgin Islands in search of prose

He arrived at acove in a horseshoe shaped beach
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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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Pennies from heaven
Was a song long ago

We see them in streets
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There will be a benign smell in the air,
And colorful avian creatures everywhere.
Morsels of love spread on a table,
Adorned with gold and silver.
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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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Desde ayer, te amo sola
Quando mueves, me muevo
Soy yo.Tu eres los flores
Tu Y yo, siempre enamorado
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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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