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Spring

Life awakening 
Flower opens in the sun
A world is reborn

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Sunbeams

Mountain of color
Sunbeams expose thy beauty
Clouds become ablaze

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Paranormal Activity

BANG, BANG, BANG...

There's someone banging on my door?

It's so late at night, 
That I have to go make sure.

I first look through the peephole,
there's no one in my sight.

I open up the door...
the hall is empty,
this isn't right.

I lock it up and lay back down,
I slowly drift back off to sleep.

BANG, BANG, BANG...

I felt my bravery retreat.

I listened close, one more time
to hear the bang repeat.

I grabbed a bat, went to the door,
this kid I'm going to beat.

Once again,
No one there...
My nerves are catching fire.

From this game this persons playing,
I begin to tire.

"Go away, Leave me alone...I'm trying to get some rest..."

The only thing heard in response
was my heart beating in my chest.

...An hour later in my bed,
restless and awake.

BANG, BANG, BANG...

This stunt I will not take!

I ran out of my room...
and my door there stood wide open.

I got a little closer,
and saw that both hinges were broken.

Suddenly the room felt cold,
I wish this all would stop.

BANG, BANG, BANG...

I felt my body drop...

(to be continued)

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Lone Yellow Flower

lone yellow flower 
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune 
among the sea of green; 
lone yellow flower has no one to blame
and it seeks none to praise 
for it knows all life comes in 
when the conditions are right; 
lone yellow flower knows 
death comes in like the wind; 
lone yellow flower 
is never alone
for it is a part of the expression
of the earth and time and the universe; 
lone yellow flower sees what is before and around
lone yellow flower observes what is within and about
and so lone yellow flower lives with no delusions
no beliefs of heaven and hell
fears none and does not live or die
to please or amuse or appease; 
and lone yellow flower
blossoms and shines
and shrivels and ceases
in harmony
with what actually is; 
lone yellow flower 
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune 
among the sea of green

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Abc

An alien spaceship landed today
Bouncing across my yard
Coming out was a creature, strange
Does he know he looks like lard?

Everyone on the block did come
For the strangest sight to see
Gawking and laughing they watched him come
Hobbling over to me

I asked him his name
"Jungo Dim", he replied
"Karasana is where I am from
Let me tell you why I came."

"My planet is going to explode," said he
"Next year we will all be dead
Only you can save us," was his dire plea
"Please help us," the alien said

"Quiet!" I ordered, while trying to think
Ruminating the options I had
"Sure, I'll help you," I finally said
"Tonight we will call on my dad."

Under the waning moon we sped
Very quickly to visit my father
When we got there he thumped me on the head
"Xavier, why me do you bother?"

"You're the only one who can help," I replied
"Zounds, what on earth shall we do?"
"Alas, I can not be of help now."
"Bring him back tomorrow at two

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Miracle

Only two miracles are worth seeing:  
The miracle of loving  
The miracle of forgiving.

But the intricacies Fate doth weave-
In commemoration for all who grieve.
Are the blessings given to rebirth-
From souls no-longer of this earth.

I look to heavens' resounding grace-
Renewed appreciation of life and my place.
Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes-
The miracle continues, no one really dies.

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Inner Strength

Faith can move mountains and heal wounded hearts;
Beauty will linger where’er hope imparts;
Love can bring comfort when life seems too tough;
But, when day is finished, strength shall be enough.
 
Inner strength is a fortress where sanity reigns,
A pillar of peace, far from grief and pain,
A place where the sunlight so effortlessly shines,
Enshrouding the spirit in warmth, undefined.
 
In each moral fabric, one thing remains clear,
Through times of much hardship, strength falls with each tear;
Thus, with every teardrop, the soul shall be cleansed,
Thanks to inner strength and support from true friends.
 
No moment of struggle, marred by loss or grief,
Shall ever be greater than the wide belief,
That every challenge has reason to come,
For each heart is tailored to never succumb.
 
Inner strength is our light through a forest of trees,
Guiding our way, always, with the greatest of ease,
Embracing our purpose, down each earthen trail, 
And the single reason, we’ll always prevail.

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Angel's Lover

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                                      The lover sleeps and amid his dreams 
                                  His angel comes on sunlit beams. 
                                To waken him with kisses sweet, 
                              For her love for him is oh so deep. 
                     She wakes him with her caresses light 
                      Upon his skin and smiles so bright. 
                     And in her eyes, he sees the love 
                   She feels for him neath stars above. 
                   He comes to her to gently place, 
                Kisses upon her neck and face. 
             To caress her body and touch her soul. 
            For together two become a whole. 
            The love they make is deep and true 
            And in this embrace their love renew. 
           When all is done and all's been said, 
           Upon her breasts he rests his head. 
           And hears her heart beat for him alone. 
           A greater love, he's never known.

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I Follow

I follow, tottering, in the funeral train
That bears my body to the welcoming grave.
As those I mourn not, that entomb the brave,
But smile as those that lay aside the vain;

To me it is a thing of poor disdain,
    A clod I would not give a sigh to save!
I follow, careless, in the funeral train,
    My outworn raiment to the cleansing grave.

I follow to the grave with growing pain—
    Then sudden cry: Let Earth take what she gave!
    And turn in gladness from the yawning cave—
Glad even for those whose tears yet flow again:
They also follow, in their funeral train,
    Outworn necessities to the welcoming grave!

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Courage

Courage

                              The sighs of the wake in the morning
                                        The up in the sky
                      The colour of rainbow striking the sky with no fear
                            The air to breathe…through tribulations,
                                 And the courage never to weep

                                     to speak ill of the world
                                           Needs courage
                               But fortunately, or unfortunately
                                  everybody has that courage
                                        to love the world
                               as one's very own possession
                                          Need courage
                                         Unfortunately
                                   Most of us are wanting
                                      In that courage 
                               the courage  of the heart
                               the courage of the soul...
                                      we badly need.