Storms Poems

We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
No fate can keep us from the chosen way;
He only might who is.
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When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
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They leave their homes
Unwillingly forced
And follow their fate
Through fields and trails
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All through an empty place I go,
And find her not in any room;
The candles and the lamps I light
Go down before a wind of gloom.
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A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
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Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
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Not under foreign skies
Nor under foreign wings protected -
I shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
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I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!
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When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.
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I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
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Storms can bring about
So much fear
Monsters and demons come out
Of the darkness of the imagination
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Fill me let me give my life to you. The road is long how great thou art Lord renew our souls. We hold our heads up high walking through the storms and into the light of the world in your paradise.
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I looked outside one morning as the day had just begun to see a grey sky overhead….dark clouds blotting out the sun.

Sadness seemed to blanket everything at the beginning of this day…the world seemed smaller…more confining as a storm was on its way.
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He Can Still

He can still any storm
There's none too fierce for Him
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see dem real Indians each one teach one ova here
fakes get exposed
shaking hands with business men of Pakistan who putting in underground EPA tanks
cause education never stop if you learn to listen
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Until the droplets of tear entered
And drizzed the parched parts of my heart
I never knew,
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The hurricane's over we begin to awake
We go outside to look around
We see trees, leaves, water subsiding
And power lines knocked down
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We are all weather by the storm in some ways or another

Such as the American Soldier he suffers in the worst of ways seeing death before his very eyes but yet he lives in the best of ways
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