Daniel Bates Poems

A girl I once knew of beauties born,
But poison was she, and full of scorn.
The heart was right and depth within
But shallowness was all that shone.
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Not friends have I, that I can bare my soul
Yet in these words I can allow
Why? Why don't I have people to confide?
I used to, perhaps it's my pride.
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What life giveth, can be taken away
Only a strong will can sometimes make stay.
The pleasures you work so hard to acquire,
The good times you have to admire
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Dark.
Weep for the bleeding earth and its masses,
For its pointless inequality and unendurable 'classes'.
For the stupidity of war,
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It's funny how some of our misery
Is caused by man made impurity:
Like money debt and promescuity.
Man made constructs
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The greatest invention of the human race
Isn't the wheel, the Internet, money or trade.
It's words.
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So the story begins..
Once upon a time...
On a fine summers day...
This friend of mine...
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Shadows of yesterday cast no light
Cause, forth into frey by morning sight
Heathen, beast, charlatan and foe
A new dawn of Sapians forgotten woe
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To read a poem bares their soul,
O' love, o' hatred, o'death, o' thought,
It's within the words in which we are taught,
In these readings I become nigh owl.
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The undulations of life find me sitting here,
Like hills in the peaks, rolling on until the end.
For now I'm alone, sad and full of un-cheer,
But, a light, my thoughts offer to lend
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