Just For You Poetry

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What's a well without pure water? purity gives life its grace; what's a person with no smile? just another person's face. But a smile brings out one's beauty, it's lies dormant until then; and the mind itself is hidden, with a smile, a mystery ends. What's a heart without some love? love needs nothi...

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Wish I had one too. Binoculars for now. Thanks for the nice comment.

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Thanks Cindy.

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A nice tribute to the majestic trees of northern California.

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Venus stands with Jupiter, in the darkness before dawn; the moon is playing peekaboo, before the sunrise song. The wind-swept clouds are fleeting, I feel its force upon my face; and marvel at the sky-scape, and the touch of God's great grace. Mars is but a reddish dot, a faint image in the night; wh...

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Thanks for the comments, Stella and Seema!

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Dying days of fall, imprinted on my mind; rain and fog and color, of a subtle, gentle kind. The coolness of the morning, the wind that scatters leaves; the passing of a season, so quick, it almost flees. The frost will come too soon, and goblins will appear; Thanksgiving, Christmas day, a then...a b...

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Thanks Cindy and Fay.

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Nice write on fall's meaning.

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What is love but the meeting of two minds? discovering joy, the selfish never finds; enjoying daily, a loving warm embrace, kisses showered upon the other's face. To know that she will stand right by your side, to know that he, from you, will never hide; to share the happiness that now, you've found...

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Thanks all!

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Thanks Tom!

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Lord, remember me when I have lost my way, when darkness dims the light of everyday; when I struggle, to keep it all together, keep me on that straight and narrow measure. Guide my hands, to care for those in need. help me foster love and share its saving seed; keep me strong from my foes and enemie...

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A wonderful poem to our Lord.

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Nice write Tom.

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One day for you Lord, is like a thousand years; You gave us ample time, to nullify our fears. To make the choice to live, and forever banish death; to honor You with praise, until our last, great breath. To shed this carnal flesh, and with Spirit, worship You; to be the sons of liberty, and transfor...

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Thanks Stella,
I have to believe that your Yorkshire countryside is quite similar to that of New England, especially Vermont. Pastoral landscapes.
The above was written with the northern Arizona forests and mountains in mind. Alas, no horse chestnuts or maples here.

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In autumn, the aspens turn to gold, against the Ponderosa pine; snow-capped mountain peaks, in the sun's glare; they shine. Deer come down into the meadow, in quiet search of food and heat; startled by the stare of humans, they, on occasion, meet. We are captured by the magic fall, by the pleasant s...

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Beautiful.

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Take love where you can find it, in time, it soon is past; let's hope it is the type, that will stay and last. Take kindness where you find it, it seems a rarity; the comfort of a friend, stops the insanity. Take joy where you can find it, oft times, just sadness rules; happiness comes in bunches, l...

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Nice poetry here Joseph

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By all means...metaphorical!
Thanks for the comments Cindy and Stella.

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The green grass dies, the flower fades; death now comes in clumps, mocking beauty made. It waits with bated breath, invisible to most; it cares not who's the victim, or unsuspecting host. The grass is for a moment, the flower's gone too soon; the coyote howls at heaven, the wolf cries at the moon. T...

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Thank you for this day Lord, of life, of health and love; I feel it coming gently down, from sun and star-filled skies above. From the views from hilltops, from the turning of the seasons; from the sunset and the sunrise, they couldn't be more pleasing. Thank you Lord, for this, my body, the temple ...

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I will live for you my Lord, in the trying times ahead; in the difficulty of my days, I will keep you in my stead. I will sing your praises daily, I will pray and I'll forgive; for all the slights I've taken, for you only will I live. In the light that is arriving, in pink-tinged clouds of dawn; I w...

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Wonderful poetry Fay.

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Very nice and inspiring.

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Early autumn days; still warm, the coolness in the breeze; pleasant evenings on the porch, soon... the falling leaves. A touch of summer still remains, in the midday time of sun; the shadows come in quicker, when soon, the day is done. The colors change so slowly, then suddenly...they're here; red a...

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Line fifteen needs editing (many instead of may)

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How many people must perish, to see that a city's bleeding? how many people must hunger, to see that a city's needing? How many children must witness, to see that a marriage is dying? how many children must suffer, to see that their mothers crying? How many dreams must fade away, by deception and a ...

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Thanks Stella.

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THANKS CINDY, KARIN, AND TOM!

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Thanks everyone.

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Thanks all.

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Thank you!

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Reminiscent of Kipling's war poems. A horror of war expressed in fine poetry.

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Chilling write. Reminds us all have hateful war is.

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Mid-September, at midday; the random breezes blow; sunlight dispels the gloom away, in summer's fading glow. Clouds are artful things above, they make an artist want to paint; things of nature I so love, today, there is no taint. On the porch, I sit and read, and relish in the warmth of day; reflect...

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For everything, there is a reason, though we may not see it yet; new friends may be a stranger, that we have never met. To some things, there's no answer, the secret will remain; like a puzzle missing pieces, it may drive you half-insane. But accept the fact and smile, and just marvel at it all; the...

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Lovely.

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Thank you Stella. My father indoctrinated my brother and I into the world of boxing (Friday Night Fights; Look Sharp, Be Sharp. The Gillette Razor Blade Company). One of my boyhood sports heroes, along with the great Indian athlete, Jim Thorpe and baseball player, Mickey Mantle.

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He didn't float, like a butterfly, nor did he sting, like a bee; he looked out of place, ungraceful and clumsy. But he had a punch, that could put you away; and as a contender, he looked to stay. He rose in the ranks, with his old 'Suzy Q"; just how good was this guy? nobody knew. Then he took ...

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Thanks for the kind words.

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Thanks Ratliff.

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In the beauty of a sunrise, in the magic of a song; in the lyric of a sigh, 'tis there that I belong. In the afterglow of sunset, in the peace that fills the night; I stir up memories of you yet, in meditative sight. In the sound of someone's laughter, in the smile of my close friend; I relish in wh...

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Good advice and a great write.

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Great praise and glory to the Creator!

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You'd think that I'd be over you, now that our days are done; the days of sweet surrender, in the dying of the sun. Gone now, is the laughter, of times we once did share; closed, the book of happiness, when once we were a pair. You'd think that I'd be over it, now that our nights are through; when e...

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I hope that day is very far away. Nice write Stella.

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Thanks all.

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