Valsa George Poems

Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky
Mightier than either the sword or rod
He reigns monarch in Fancy's domain
Sketching life in fanciful color and mode
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Somewhere in a strange land
An unknown heart throbs for me
Etching an amorous graffiti
On the blank walls of my mind
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The briny tears have dried
The sounding knells are stilled
The grieving crowd, dispersed
The parting pain, allayed
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Like a creature hibernating in its burrow
Waiting to come out with the first verdure of spring
The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart
Through the long winter awaiting another spring
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Rain beats down on the window pane
As the flood gates of Heaven suddenly open
It is pouring out in torrential flow
Like a Reservoir, all at once, broken
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When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass
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Have you watched an eagle in flight?
On wings flayed, it looks a massive kite
It shoots into the heights with unlabored ease
Enjoying the kiss of passing breeze
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Where encased is the secret of bliss
Is it encoded in any talisman abstruse?
Does it linger unseen on the face of angelic babes
Who, with smiles and laughter create such heavenly vibes?
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Oh, my Father in Heaven,
Guarding me from all perils and trials
And sets my heart free of clutter,
For you, my songs of praise, I reserve.
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Stealing away from the noise and glare
I paced the aisles of an ancient library
Being worn and tired, indisposed to read
I sat in a corner, lost in half reverie
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