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NEVER WANTED TO SAY GOODBYE .WHENEVER I THINK OF YOU I CRY . YOU LOOK SO MAJESTIC STANDING HIGH ON YOUR CORNER OF THE WORLD.YEARS MAY COME AND YEARS MAY GO BUT I WISH MY TIME WITH YOU HAD GONE SLOW. WHEN I ENTERED YOUR HALLS, I WAS A KID.AND WHEN I LEFT YOUR WALLS , THEY SHIPPED ME OFF TO A NONSENSE WAR

OH MARTIN VAN BUREN, MAY YOU STAND BRIGHT AND TALL,AND FOREVER MAY YOU PRODUCE MEN AND WOMEN WHO WILL BECOME SOMETHING ,THEN YOU CAN SAY: I"M PROUD THAT YOU ARE ALUMNI OF MY SCHOOL.

the best things in life
cannot be seen
or touched
just felt in the heart
and the heart grows stronger
when shared by we two

I have not seen you out for many a night,
what happened to you, my nocturnal friend?
You used to be a common evening sight,
but now those sightings have come to an end.

The only time I ever see you now
is when behind my steering wheel I’m sat,
and you are sprawled out on the road quite flat.
I wish you could avoid that fate somehow.

As soon as darkness fell you would be out,
on summer evenings you were always there,
foraging in hedgerows with your snout;
since then your nightly outings are but rare.

You curled into a ball when I came near
and straightened out again when I had gone.
I was no threat to you, my prickly one,
my presence did not need to cause you fear.

In gardens out of harm’s way at nightfall,
I wish you’d kept to your own habitat.
Better by far you curl into a ball
than get hit by a lorry and be flat.

i"m off to kitty heaven where my sweetheart has gone.she told me not to worry and to live on and on. i"m sure she doesn"t know all of the troubles that i"ve found.she"ll be so shocked when she hears my voice,that she"ll run into my arms.

In the fire light he looks across the flickering flames
Safe in the shadows he wore a smile
priceless is the treasure he saw
Oh you can say
He is in awe
Well who would not be
Has another got the treasure
I ask thee
The boy he calls son
The daughter like the mother
Oh tis a beautiful sight
That is a miracle to any one
Close the eyes brother
Praise the lord
And bless the sight
Distance is the angels
That memory hold tight
Mother lover best friend
Oh tis none can replace
Imagination of no end
Days come and go
Yet each morning you see her face
Each night you know
Her breath holds your heart
Her tresses fall across your chest
Her body is your other half
Something you won’t hold in jest
Because as the sun surely from slumber lift
Words of a poet won’t salute
The lords precious gift

After thought ,
Treasure her love her devotion
Respect her mind body and soul
You a mere male
Have no words of the notion
As you read my tale
The blessing of fate
The wonder of gods goal
When she walks at your side
For that is your shadow
The dignity that won’t pale
Thank you for reading my words
Because reality is her dignity and respect is the blessing we mere males can only repay
The mother of our children
The friend who shares
The worldly path we travel q

She has a face that shines with emotions,
She watches from afar with admiration for creation.
She holds secrets of centuries old,
Of love and lost as time unfold.
She has seen places we can only dream to see,
Felt the stillness of the Valley and heard the roaring of the sea.
Her gown of silver spreads light across the mountain,
Her jet black hair into which diamonds of stars are woven.
She has seen it all...wars,love,life death.
Still she has not given up hope for mankind as yet.
For as dusk gives way and in the dark sky she stands.
She smiles down on lovers holding hands.

ANT
you cringe you flee
but I stamp you out
You are no more

Yet we share endless living
for neither of us can experience
an existence that has ceased

You ANT
unable to even
dream of Immortality
have thus escaped it

I who once yearned for it
am inevitably
its prisoner forever

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Face it
Death’s a bit of a disappointment

I hope nothing will be spoiled here
but it is definitely not what
it’s been cut out to be

Its colossal build-up over the centuries
is absolutely unjustified
and its terrifying caricatures
often used for intimidation purposes
merely increase anxiety

If Thought is monotone
(as has been said) then
one's last living expression might
well be classified as deadpan!

Those very few who were suddenly reprieved
seconds before their final exit
can testify that they were not treated to a movie
of their entire life's doings…
They did not beg for God-Aid
or bawl out "save me doctor" or "why me?”
or "long live the republic"

No
Sadly the end scenario is about as stimulating as say
the lowering of a theatre’s fire-safety curtain

Death it seems is a purely matter-of-fact affair

poem of love poem of night the poem that end of the above of the sky one you love ones you live ones you die ones you go to god in heaven there bird of the sky that fly on up the sky ones there love there allways great match for everyone this poem that i made up just came too my mine let me know what yall think i try too write poem but it kind of hard too write it down god come first all of the people that is around the world as to live wow liveing in the world