Ray Andrews Poems

When I am full of anger
I think in anger's terms
Part of my existing life
Is full of anger's germs
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Fractured bright light in inverted cones
Turqoise blue hues in iceberg's bones
White covered peaks and tundra's snow
Where polar bears, wolverines and snowgeese go
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In billows of pillows of ethereal mist
In shrouds of clouds it turns and twists
Flowing and settling on life when it's new
It alerts many and attracts just a few
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I took a walk to the parlor
And ordered an ice cream cone
Smiled at the man at the counter
He knew he wasn't alone
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Our daughter was lovely and twenty one
White things a portent for hope
But-She took the dark side, not the light side
And left on the end of a rope
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When you think in anger
You think in anger's terms
When you walk in anger
You carry anger's germs
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Salt air licks my beard
As we ride adventure's current
Cheered on by gulls
We begin that ancient game
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He screamed at me and screamed at me
When I was just a lad
He threw his considerable anger my way
It left me very sad
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I sent out a little anger
Then a little hate
What then came flowing back to me
Won't be at heaven's gate
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When I walked into those caring rooms
I wanted it, and I was welcome
No matter, whatever, however
We will take you in
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