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Title Poems I |
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Gemini Press |
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Home of National Bestselling Author |
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Gloria Mallette |
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Let your dreams guide you, your intelligence drive you, and your prayers get you there. |
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Chris Chambers, Tracy Price-Thompson |
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LIVING, BREATHING LIES I planted a little lie today. I set it in dark fertile soil. I gave my lie some water, I gave it the breath of life.
I stood by my seedling, I would not reveal its secret. Into clinging, climbing vines my lie grew strong and long.
Yet, my flowers never bloomed. My surly thick vine stole my beauty. No one trusted my word. No one respected me. |
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As each hour passed and each day became another, I shined the warmth of the sun on the seedling my lie grew to be. |
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My lie was my truth, I saw it that way. It coiled itself around my legs, snaked itself around my hips. In my heart I had no fear of the lie I spawned. |
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Oh my God! My vine is choking me! It is squeezing the life from me. Oh my God. My lie has become me |
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IF THERE BE PAIN At Mama’s knee, life’s lessons can’t be learned, only in life’s journey can our stripes be earned. While some are wary where they tread, others rush unwittingly straight ahead. |
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For those who do not heed an elder’s pleas, they are surely guaranteed to pay a hefty fee. Arrogantly they believe, what’s worth a gain can’t come without inflicted pain. |
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They care not about the hearts they crucify, their ultimate goal is to self-satisfy. How they treat their many lovers is often kept beneath the covers. |
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They are not concerned that which goes around, perhaps will unexpectedly come around. In time they will face a mighty reckoning rain and not realize it’s due to a poor soul’s pain. |
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WHAT’S DONE IN THE DARK
What we do, no one has to know. What we know, we never have to tell. Behind closed doors, we do what we will, out in the open, our faces never reveal what we hide behind the darkness of the veil. Time and error are often unkind. A slip of a tongue, a careless mind, an eye unexpected, a happened upon find. What’s done in the dark will find its way into the vast bright light of the fated day. |
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DISTANT LOVER
Yesterday I dreamed of you. Today I yearn for you. Every time I ache for the touch of you, I’m reminded how distant I am from you. Time and space has long intruded, my love for you years ago rooted. You are my distant lover, you are the desire I cannot savor. You are my distant lover, my fantasy, my lover of favor. |
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