Poems

Serenade by the Moonlit Dnieper
By William He

Charred meadow sighs near the murmuring stream,
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We lived in a little prefab
My sister, mum, dad and me
With a flat roof and plaster walls
And a garden to run free
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Wretched is the man who greedily robs the sacred tree of its fruit without concern. He thunderously declares, "Your fruit is mine for the taking, no matter the ripeness or its season. I am granted this right by the Most High." In his arrogance, while devouring the fruit, he thinks he is satisfying his cravings. That his gluttonous appetite can be fulfilled. Deep in his frenzy, yearning for more of the sweet nectar. He reaches his hand out, searching the branches for more fruit to quench his thirst. Though to his surprise the tree bears no more.

He begins searching desperately, becoming infuriated when he finds nothing to fulfill his needs. He angrily rips the leaves from the tree, he bends and breaks the branches, defiling the sanctity of the tree. Exasperated he calls out, "God, where has the fruit gone? " "Why has the tree become barren? " His ongoing pleas becoming louder and louder. Enraged he shouts at the top of his lungs, stomping his feet on the ground. "God! Why do you forsake me and hide away your most precious gifts? Aren't these fruits that are given to me my blessing? Why must I wait for more? Am I not chosen by you? "
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O great God of highest heav'n
Occupy my lowly heart
Own it all and reign supreme
Conquer every rebel power
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Whole night,
I have been pegged away from my mother,
In morning, I was hungry!
He came, tied legs of my with a tight rope,
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He tangos on a tightrope, blows smoke rings in a hurricane
Smokes dope with the pope, tames the brain of the insane
Harvests a bushel of clouds, raindrops picked from their stems
His prayers gathered out of lathered old church hymns
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There are days when living feels like a weight,
A burden to bear, a constant, crushing fate.
The thoughts in my head, a relentless, nagging guest,
A feeling of devastation, that never finds rest.
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He had been careless,
And had lost his wife again.

This time she'd take the kids,
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How am I to describe that feeling,
That a child has laughingly reeling?
Like tweeting birds on a lovely summer day?
Or like sleek otters splashing at play.
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Far above this valley green,
The sky so blue
a splendid scene.
Each moment that i spent with you,
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It's hard to turn the page when your name is pressed between every line,
When every chapter starts with a memory of your smile,
But always ends with the silence you left behind.
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We're a prisoner of time
time is ticking
but we ain't moving
the rhythm is frozen
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