Rebecca Wiles Poems

Bury me at Wounded Knee,
for my heart grows faint and my body grows old.
The grounds too soft for my feet to tread,
and the nights are cold; too cold.
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So nice to hear from you my dear, I hope we keep in touch,
It's so nice to hear your words, I miss you very much!
I often keep my deeper self tucked within my heart,
this way I don't bare the pain of being torn apart.
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The lady sits within the tower, gazing at the view,
adorned with just a simple gown, worn only by a few.
Guarded by a liege of knights outside the castle wall,
by the fireside she sits as the evening starts to fall.
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Stars, like water flowing from a jar,
sprinkled upon the night.
Like an artist from afar,
painting a perfect light.
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Whisper a word of kindess; whisper a word with heart.
Do not let the finer things, be torn all apart.
Dig deep within your soul; filled with beauty and grace,
and shine it out unto the world, in all the empty space.
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Mysterious creature of the night,
your silouhette captured by fading light.
Your cat-like grace prevailing,
your saddend secrets telling,
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Long ago in a far away land, when ages still were good,
there was a boy named Peter, who lived right by the wood.
It was upon a sunny morn inside the outer gate,
that Peter decided to step outside, and chance his very fate.
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Gardenias saturate the night,
clothed in their array of lovely white.
Their fragrance permeates the nose,
and far outshines the perfect rose.
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The radio played a cool Beatle tune,
'Hey Jude, ' echoed all through the car.
The only light came from the moon,
I had not traveled yet far.
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Hips softly swaying,
the wave of hair,
the sweet scent of mango
in the night air.
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