Joseph D E Phillips Poems

Said the old woman
while holding
her lover's hand
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It's almost midnight.
Please don't pine
as clock hand finds
one one five nine.
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the gray cloud of the gray world
will grab you
make you sad
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Her feathers are her pride
And skin her feathers hide,
Her skin so pale and pink and frail,
She suffers deep inside.
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Be still, loves, be still!

Find the happy medium
that path to enlightenment
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Snow blows softly
this way and that
across the concrete
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Run, Time,
run — faster than the
wind — hotter than the
sun — more dangerous than
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My love for you, my dear, is like this leaf:
it changes, never stopping, dear,
it flourishes then, dropping, dies
but never truly dies for it still is!
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Remember the soldiers who died in battle
Forced by our leaders
Into cut-throats
Who shot open the bowels of fellow Man
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The lure of mystery enthralls this heart.
The veiling fog wraps up those trees seductively
Like a woman, unknown.
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