Phil Soar Poems

Beneath a well of emotion
At the end of a love so strong
After the power and passion passed
Only memories live on
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The hands that rocked the cradle
No longer stroke my brow
those hands that touched the soul of me
No longer near me now
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Could I hold your attention for a moment?
Can the words I write have impact on your day?
Can the steady stream of images that I create
Please you in a existential way?
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Five hundred times I've put the pen to paper
Or touched the keyboard, setting words in stone
Five Hundred times I've written down emotions
Sat down in a room, and been alone
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The flow was uniform
an followed paths within the woods
Slime oozing along the trail
where snails have left their messages
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I heard a crazy love song
Where the lovers made love all night
I never have accomplished that
Or attempted anything like
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There's a curse on my mind, I am certain of this
Words are befuddled there, sentences missed
Nothing is certain, I'm fooled almost hourly
Sometimes other people will look at me sourly.
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Insects will become the food of need in future years
Protien packed they will fill our mouths
And many places will appear to take advantage of the craze
Insect Cafes
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