Mary McHeaven Poems

My soul...
Lost, searching, cold
Hysteria engulfed
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Menacing..
It sees not my meat
But my soul
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Strong back
Arching neckline
Head up high
Such a beauty
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As soft as fibers
Her hair as they touched mine
Fragrance like a wild flower
Lingering on my skin
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Hear me, born accomplice
Vanquish the afflicted
Stand for my cause
Touch my crown
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Shavuot
They shall prepare for the feast
Behold thy ancient Canaanites
Because now is the time for harvest
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I was to dream
A land before time
When gold are merely stones
And pride is the only power
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It was tumultuous as it is now
But gaurded by joy and love
For years and years we stand
Against the judgement of the world
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When the silence of the night begins
I started to explore
Creeping on the ground
Behind open doors
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