Marlin Nightingale Poems

A burning orb in the breathless sky,
The heat from it's phantom flame,
Desert, brown as the coughing dust,
And a land bereft of rain.
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Wind, its potent powers hidden,
Never tamed; it's only ridden,
Whistling through the tree-tops tall,
Rustling leaves in latest fall.
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Stood there beneath the ominous cloud,
Of selfish thoughts, like swords,
They kept their place standing face to face,
And drew their sharpest words.
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In the heart of a forest,
In the solitude so clear,
You may find a tinkling brooklet,
And a songbird nestled near.
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Windmills turning, slowly slipping,
Through the air that's round them whipping,
Fills us with a sense of wonder,
Through maybe rain or distant thunder.
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One fine day two boys were found,
Runnin' in the shipyards south o' town,
One named Jess and the other was Jim,
I don't know what got into them,
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O thou lion crouching still,
Raging fire could ne'er infill
Fear in hearts: as can thy eyes,
Fearless, somber, undisguised!
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Creeping in on cat feet,
Came sleepiness to me,
Passing close; it felt so sweet,
It perched upon my knee.
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I ask for understanding.
The sort that is not found,
By simply graduating,
A college of reknown.
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O thou Summer of my life!
I wudst that thou return,
With glowing fingers shield the knife,
Of Winter's sombre after-life;
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