Johnny Psalm Poems

I marked the funeral pile of summer leaves,
The headless stumps and fireflie fluttering the wings,
The rustic spade captively stuck to the field.
I picked the spade and glided down the glittering rills
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Almost every great one set off from the wood.
Although slipped off many times from the stiles,
The Faradays prepared through books.
Hitting golden knowledge between the hammer and suffering.
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There is smile spelt on the page of aged face;
This face has seen the world in various page.
The tiny skull is a shelter to primordial brain-
The wisdom from the ancestral grace and plague.
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Your pair of dazzling eyes are like the stars,
Your teeth are moderately white like ivory walls,
Your gentle voice like the stream,
Your aromatic breaths like the Arabian perfume.
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I've heard of visionary readers
Who keep their fingers crossed every time,
Who burn candles to make their future bright.
Who invest into time and reap from life.
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I need a mirror to see
A true friend who can sing
My song and tell me when I'm wrong
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The rainbow glimmers like marble stones,
But the earth in flood of tearful woe.
Valed mama's feet in accustomed graveyard.
The ashes of your earth filled the backyard.
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A true legend is a target to seasonal blame and disgrace,
Who suffered hold on crevices, meteor on earth.
Fame is like a knotted garment though,
In flimsy words I'll manage to lose the knot
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The wood is quite except rustling and rasping
Of unknown feet trampling earthward dry leaves.
No, no, no, no, the visitors are parting,
From the market, earthward, to home beneath.
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I'm Draconian in virtue and vices.
A time will come, my lady that I
Shall flood you in passion sweat
when riding through your shore
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