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The Pecan Tree

In a tiny town in Texas, a soldier and his wife
Sat beneath a tree of pecans, talked about their future life.
What the tree heard touched her deeply, deeply down inside her heart,
Learning soon this young couple would sadly have to part.

She drove him to the airport and watched his plane fly away.
Then she wept beneath the pecan on this endless autumn day.
His letters from the battlefield she read beneath the tree.
When the fruit is on the ground again he'll be coming back to me.

She waited by the window in a long white flannel gown,
Watched the dancing snowflakes gently fall upon the ground.
The tree outside the window cold wind bending her naked boughs
Both were waiting for the springtime and new life to arouse.

She waited in the garden, planting tiny seeds.
The robin and the sparrow sang to fill her empty need.
The tree in chartreuse budlings listened to the song.
She wanted this to swiftly pass, the tree this time prolong.

She waited in the summertime turning golden from the sun,
Thinking of her certain someone and things together they had done.
The tree in emerald splendor nursed its scion
As it's jaded foliage cast long shadows in the sun.

She waited in the evening beneath the harvest moon,
Her happy knowing he'd surely be home soon.
The tree bent low in heavy fruit ready soon to fall
Sighed, anticipating when again it would stand tall.

She waited softly humming. Then there came the tragic news
Of a firefight near the ocean, her lover's life did lose.
In the garden, almost midnight twinkling stars shone above,
The tree wept her pecans with the maiden's lament love.

Despair gripped the garden. It was a maddening sight to see.
In the moonlight, teardrops glistening she chopped down the pecan tree.
When they found her in the morning upon the tree she lay her head.
The tree and the maiden, still and cold in crimson red.

Chloe flung off her pillow bed
Howling growling towards the shed
What moved so in the shadow dark
To make her jump so high and bark?
We gathered to the window sill
And looking over the side hill
It stood by a towering spruce
A big and young and curious moose
Rain falling upon his lanky stance
We watched him in our silent trance
Away he slipped a fleeting ghost
Until all we saw his hindmost
And disappeared in growing fog
Back away towards the cedar bog
And slowing smiling from within
Broke our faces into a wide grin

All that we
are
The sum of
the soul
The joy and
pain
The living and
the dying
Is recorded as
a living testament
within the
countenance
A mirror
of innumerable
reflections..
character..
At times, glancing
through the windows
of the eyes..
At others, a gesture,
a pose, a half
hidden smile
Telltale signs of
an entity born
of blood and
sririt
Yet whose habitation
is veiled to
itself and hidden
under the wings
of eternity
Yet, how does
one survey so
vast a panoply
of mind and
spirit when
the soul yields
not its secrets
readily
The soul may
reveal to the
disinterested
passerby a
momentary face
of stone
while to others
the key to its
inner universe
is offered with
a smile
Who can know
it?
Perhaps the tears
of a mother fall
through doors for
which there is
no key..save the
master locksmith
To gaze intently
into a face
To look
To turn away
then look again
And alas!
The face of a
thousand sorrows
have vanished,
and the visage
of a settled
contentment befalls
you
Strength molds the
chin of the
father
The frolic of
indecision flush
accross the faces
of undying youth
The never never
land of children
will be summoned
by the nature of
time and character
will awaken them
to become warriors
The face of the
moment is characters
living clock where
minutes become hours,
days, and years..
and years bow to
to the dust as
all flesh must
And who knows
that character
will not sit
in columned halls
of the master
locksmith..

She walks like an angel
Through my broken dreams
Carrying hope like mail
To repair loves lost seams

She is not the end all and be all
but the one thats getting away
For her I would always fall
She knows what i would say

Its something primal that attracts
Something instinctual that draws
Her feminine clothes and makeup masks
Her delicate beauty that awes

I want to see her finally and again
In my dreams I can't wait to meet
The women who eludes the love train
and i haven't felt yet her loving heat

But for lack of trying to get it
i wonder now and again sometime
will she turn to this fire thats lit
After she reads this biographical rhyme.


BY ADAM

Morning

Soaring far above the trees
Quicker than the eye can see
On wings of crimson, gold or green
A flight of creatures rarely seen

Bold before the morning sun
Earth-bound fauna freely run
Unaware of danger nigh
Circling down from morning skies

All is clear from where they stand
There is no movement on the land
And so they stop, to catch their breath
And one of them to meet his death

Suddenly a talon’s grasp
Brings a young buck’s final gasp
The others scatter and take to heel
As a dragon has its morning meal

Lunch

The tell-tale flash of colors bright
Tells a tale not often heard
Rushing down from unseen heights
Faster than a hunting bird

Frozen mornings warmed to noon
Shadows hide from suns swift rise
Mid-day should be coming soon
Bringing light to tired eyes

Wandering past a quiet stream
A mountain goat surveys the field
And wonders what the colors mean
Not knowing that his fate is sealed

One gem-toned speck has moved around
Reflected in a pool of water
And circled, oh so slowly down
Preparing for a lunch-time slaughter

Talons sink into his back
Teeth crunch through his spine
A goat is quite a tasty snack
For the dragon’s hungry kind


Dinner

Evening falls and shadows lengthen
Darkness starts to spread its wing
Windows light where smoke trails strengthen
And frogs begin their nightly sing

Far from house and farm and field
Across a river, running slow
A meadow with a gate is sealed
And fated cattle start to low

Soon a colored mote appears
Descending surely as the sun
A cow’s last cry that no one hears
The dragon’s dinner has begun

The Paladin's Lament

The swirl of vengeful desert dust
and moral rage long simmering
dulls the sound of angel's wing
and hides my hope's light glimmering.

In righteous roar of red-tinged mist,
all peace of mind is gone and lost.

If challenge in this life were fair,
not vigilance by dragon's lair,
if I had just normal struggles made,
not bashing demons on my blade,
the gnashing in my soul would stop
and easy wrongs would kindly drop.

I deftly face old Darwin's knife
slicing weakness from my life,
but facing devils miles wide
with no-one's army by my side
is getting old quite hard and fast;
time's mortal strength will not long last.

If worldly needs did not exist
I'd retire to a hermit's nest,
but with quiet breaking heart at noon
my sinful midnight hand creeps in
delivering me so I may rest,
tears falling after on my breast,
that waits to cherish, love, adore,
if just my pride were not at war.
Alone I fall asleep at night,
alone I wake in morning light.

A cry of any living thing
Is so hard to bear.
To save a life, that's all it takes,
You feel a glow that was not there.
A baby needing a warm touch,
A dog fighting to stay alive.
An animal running from being hunted,
An accident in sight.
Some brave soul gives a helping hand
So one may see the light.
Do not hurt the innocent babe,
Or beat an animal till it dies.
There are people who want to help
Each living, hurting soul.
They want to stop the cries out there.
It only takes a little time,
And when you have done a goodly deed,
One has peace inside.
Sue Lee Hart

I got this woman, she bleeds love,
As warm as possible,
This woman love's me,
True as content,
She's my best friend and lover,
I build my life in her skin,
Cross every barrier,
Close each monster,
Drive through all my mistakes,
she only sees me,
I'm a hard man with a tender caress,
True and the bliss is gold...

The wind blowing through my hair,
The sand hitting my face,
Theres such a cold breeze
it hurts,You then take my hand
and put it in yours to keep warm
because being with you is like the sun
the sun shinning and your touch is like
the heat of the sun on my skin,
You brighten up my day with your presence,
Your my lover my soul mate,
You are the one who saved me from
the dark storm and took me into the light
For you my darling you
You are my sunshine xxx

Fiecare celebru pare sa fi plecat
Nimeni nu le aminteste în viitor
Faima este ca pulberea pamântului
Omul traieste cu ambele picioare în mormânt
O spune-mi, dragi prieteni - adevarul
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?

Fapte bune si dragoste neimpartasita merge
Toate frumusete piere sub soare
Lucrari in timpul lui pasaj omului se naruie
Nu a mai ramas din domenii fructuoase nimic
Verde verde a dat cale de a deserturi
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?

Muntii sunt purtate în functie de timp
Crearea ia cursul firesc
Tot ceea ce traieste este obligata sa moara
Si astfel lumea este la o data reînnoita
Începe peste tot din nou, ca întotdeauna
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?

Când ma întrebi pe mine daca ceva dureaza
Ar fi durerile si deplânge noastre
Cei dragi noastre pierdut veni cu ei
Tot ce ramâne este fericirea trecatoare
Nu întreba daca nu profite de ea acum
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?

Ma uit la ce iarna aduce cu ea
Frumos alb împodobeste tara
Si rece neobosit este roabei sale
Apoi am întreb din nou în cazul în care este zapada?
Din pacate, ei nu mai este cu noi zapada
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?

Întrebarea raspunsul dat
Uita-te la tot ce zapada din fata ta
Nu va dura dincolo de un timp câteva zile
În cazul în care zapada meu, ai plecat acum?
Astfel, refrenul cântecului meu auzi:
Unde sunt zapezile de odinioara?


Every one famous seems to be gone
No one recollects them in the future
Fame is like the dust of the earth
Man lives with both feet in the grave
O tell me, dear friends - the truth
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

Good deeds and love go unrequited
All beauty perishes under the sun
In time's passage man's works crumble
There is nothing left of fruitful fields
Verdant green gave way to deserts
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

Mountains are worn down by time
Creation takes its natural course
Everything that lives is bound to die
And so the world is at once renewed
It begins all over again as always
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

When you ask me if anything lasts
It would be our sorrows and laments
Our lost loved ones come with them
All that remains is fleeting happiness
Do not ask if you don't seize it now
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

I look at what winter brings with it
Beautiful white adorns the land
And relentless cold is its handmaiden
Then I ask again where is the snow?
Alas, its the snow no longer with us
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

The question asked the answer given
Look at all that snow in front of you
It will not last beyond a few days time
Where my snow, have you gone now?
Thus the refrain of my song you hear:
Where are the snows of yesteryear?