Ryan John Payne Poems

I'll light a candle in Grandmother's name
And thank the Lord and give Him praise
For all the love that she did impart-
For the loving influence upon my heart.
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When forlorn flow'rs your green thumb'd find,
Their blossoms would forever bind
Memories and love of which we share-
Your lovingkindness ne'er once threadbare.
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I look at my neighbor quizzically, quietly pondering this quibble’s quandary-
The disinclination to acquiesce to recantation of implanted altruistic misery.
Stultiloquence in consequential and quintessential eloquence rendered thus
Takes a transcendental trajectory in silent shadowy vehemence without fuss.
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We look beyond to those on Earth and pray they make it through,
Because there is no greater Gift than what God's blessings prove.
Yet when we're there, we'll see His face, the Son that God did send-
Flowers, birds, all pretty things- and each loved Earth-known friend.
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I thank Him in advance,
When it's time for rain:
When the thunder chants,
As I write this quatrain...
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When red met blue
It was love at first sight;
That's why we see purple
At sunset's last light.
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I cried myself to sleep lastnight-
My tears synchronized the rain.
I could not access your heart at all
And a rainstorm was to blame.
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Modern society devised a new recipe called the hypocrisy cake,
And they claim that it's quite delicious.
Only the truly unorthodox and insurgent are allowed to partake:
Their ingredients are somewhat suspicious.
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My left hand is like a minstrel, and my stanzas stand approved​: ​
I've always written to be clever, because it​ is​ my point of view,
That lefties are neither sinister nor sanctimonious as presumed​.​
I have always been enigmatic, since I​ am​ de​termined a recluse.
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