Jay Loring

A poet once picked up a pen,
as his custom for ages had been.
But he sat on a bird,
and his screams could be heard
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It's sometimes lost in a sea of words
that cut like knives and pierce like swords,
or tangled in obscurity, in hubris and pomposity.
It's twisted, bent, with lies entangled,
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The fruit trees in my orchard stand
Like tiny sentries ‘cross the land.
Their leaves are gone, their branches bare.
I wonder, as I see them there…
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I thought that I might walk a while,
to venture out perhaps a mile,
to see the woods, the barren trees.
It never fails to make me smile.
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I stand upon a precipice
and gaze at the unknown.
As closer to the edge I've come,
my apprehension's grown.
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A man should be judged by the work he has done;
by the difference his life made to all or just one;
by the love in his heart and the smile on his face,
and for making the world a more beautiful place.
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My senses bombarded
with way too much sound
The drums ever pounding
and shaking the ground
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There's one thing that we really need
To show in words and then in deed
It's Kindness
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A blank piece of paper.
A song with no rhyme.
A cold unsolved caper.
A victim of crime.
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They talk of his drinking
but not of his thirst.
The one is a symptom.
The problem came first.
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I know you miss your mama,
I miss your mama too.
But mama's mama needs her now,
so, what are we to do?
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Dear Santa,

I'm sorry to bother you,
Santa, my dear.
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My Dear Child,
I just got your letter -
along with the key,
and I wanted to thank you
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Of all the poems that I could write,
of all the subjects grand,
of this sweet tale, I think I might -
the girl who took my hand.
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It was one of those magical times
when the world around you dresses up
in its brightest, cleanest,
most ornate garments and
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I woke to a familiar friend -
his coming unexpected.
He came in softly in the night -
his presence undetected.
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The rain has been falling
what seems like forever.
I'm not really certain how long.
It's no good attempting
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I felt the warmth of the sun today.
I wondered where he'd been.
I'd missed the bright and pleasant ray
and couldn't remember when
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The sun shines through my window now.
My senses drink it in.
I lift the shades up and allow
its warmth to touch my skin.
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Green...everywhere the earth is budding
forth in vernal hues. My senses are alive, anxious
to shake off the dull sameness of winter.
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