Walterrean Salley Poems

Spring is planting season:
Breaking the ground,
And sowing the seeds
‘Fore summer comes around.
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I've written all day
And all night.
My pen is empty
And I’m uptight.
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It has no joy—
No bells to ring.
No songs for
The heart to sing.
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In August 1997,
At a Parisian site,
Fate thrust the world to mourn—
Just past the stroke of midnight.
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Down by the river
They come and go
Townsmen and tourists
Walk to and fro.
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Mayan mystery shall be revealed
In just a little while.
Confused minds shall be eased,
Though, now, confusion piles.
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Sleep little baby, sleep tonight.
Smile—be happy with never a fright.
Lay in my arms and gently rest;
To soothe your brow, I will caress.
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Bocelli was given
A unique gift
To touch the world—
Hearts to lift.
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The deficit—alarming—
Exceeds the stratosphere;
We're headed for a fiscal cliff.
A Fiscal CLIFF? Oh, dear!
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I searched for a favorite
Poemhunter page,
But it was gone
Like a dismantled stage.
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