Shirley Harrison Poems

This windy morn

has left its debris on my path
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It is true we all speak of love

but is it just a few
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So Raven came, once more to me

and whispered softly and gently
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Darling Father

I'm so sorry I didn't get to know you better
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There's a cosmic fire

raging deep
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Busy bodies I really dislike

they come in my house
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I've walked through life
sometimes without a friend
and even at times
my own hand I'd lend
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I decided

to jump out of the boat
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when a Poet's pen

can write it in imagery
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And as I trudge my way through

the darkest of moments
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