Joseph D E Phillips Poems

Said the old woman
while holding
her lover's hand
...

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
...

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
...

I spent twelve hours in the factory
to put heat in the house
and pay for the house
and put food on my family's table
...

It is not a cat.
Do not stand quietly
waiting for it to come.
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Your lips stole my breath
the first time they touched
and not even death
could scare me so much
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All that I create...
All that I am
and all that I become
will die with the stars
...

We went to schools
   to learn to be tools
of billionaire fools
   with nice big pools.
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