Larry Ninas Poems

Once there was a wild man,
A comin' down the road.
I threw up my shotgun
And gave him a double load.
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Phone talks on cold days,
Long walks on warm days,
Lonely November mornings,
and December nights.
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Winter
Brisk wind, clear skies
Brown leaves and leafless trees
Bright sun that warms toes, hands and shoulders
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Letters written neatly
just talk
and tell us what
we want
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I felt as though
my books,
Would remain my
only faiths.
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Why do I write poems,
with lines that often rhyme?
Someday I will surely see
It is just a waste of time.
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My audience has
fallen to the blues,

And now I almost lose
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I walked the dusty road,
My soul alone-my mind in peace.
Then I could dream or ponder
Thoughts of you and I together.
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The chillness of winter
The colour of fall
The wealth of the universe
make me feel small.
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