R.K. Cowles Poems

This shell that which screens me
From consultations
Retains me confined
However, by years as concealing emotions
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Roaming this barren earth daily
As the sun radiates this terrain
The atmosphere grows hateful
I quest for a quench of comradeship
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There's an illness on this Earth
I said there's an illness on this Earth! ! !
I'm not speaking of flues, colds
upset stomachs, fevers, nor dirrhea
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_: _[am/pm] is expected to arrive
[tonight, today, this morning] amongst us
It is approaching
I can't wait
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Ther it be
What it be
Heck, no knoledge
Of it be
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The sun's light radiates
As it sets
Kissing the pavement
Of a public throughway
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I extend myself
For acceptance
Although it's within reach
It's a challenge to grasp
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Moderate yellowish brown
Sweetness that gives
An ultimate touch to
To amplify the provocation
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