Mary Champion Poems

Time's been arrested for speeding-
a danger to life and to limb.
No highway or byway was safe from
the peril that's been posed by him.
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When our star was born
is time began a count-down to eternity.
Now its dark energy is running away
with our world,
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Pinocchio wanted to be a real boy
Though his body was just made of wood.
His heart could feel passion and pain and great joy.
But his body was just made of wood.
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Take it and keep it safe. Don't let it go.
Then hold it all locked in your memory,
ensuring it is all where it should be.
Maturing in Wisdom, learn to say no.
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The first time we met it was in a dream.
You were my hero, my chivalrous knight.
Close by your side, all my terror took flight.
Burned in my mem'ry I still hold that scene
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The Holy Spirit - thus they defined you-
in the mysterious incantations
that were all devoid of explanations.
As I passed from childhood and my doubts grew,
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Now time passes by with blood on its hands,
Foreshadowing death with each broken spell.
The shifting grains of its treacherous sands
cut short the stories our souls try to tell-
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Roaring, raging, rattling windows,
timbers shudder as the wind blows.
Howling like a wounded demon,
whipping waves into a passion,
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1.
The least lovable
is the one who most needs us
to offer him love
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I met her when she was too young
but still she stole my heart.
Fell for the woman she'd become
then we were torn apart.
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