Like a blade of grass
amidst meadows
~ i ~
so unnoticed
yet so full of life
-me, @17
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On my Mind in the 70’s: Pollution, City Expansion, Violence, A Frightening Future
Exhaust dripping into lungs
heavy grey dominating blue;
Breathing? Seeing?
Gasping. Searching.
Rushing on to keep the pace,
killing brothers, raping sisters;
Living? Loving?
Dying. Hating.
Candle lighting the dark starry night,
children running through green meadows,
mother smiling, joy of another birth;
Gone? Forgotten?
Seems to be.
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Thrash the trash
but don’t pick it up
for then you’ll be
a non-conformist
Strive to be alive
but don’t care for others
for again you’ll be
a non-conformist
Waste in bad taste
but don’t conserve
for still you’ll be
a non-conformist
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Short Thought on a Stone Heart
Caring not, he lives with life –hurting those who wish no strife.
Blinded to life’s pain and tears,
hidden in forgotten years.
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Also on my mind in the 70’s: Love! I was always an Idealist, now more tempered with reality though.
Excerpt from a Sonnet
. . . Love has no demon it cannot withstand,
though youth and beauty are caught in time’s sand.
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Traveling together,
our dream come true-
venturing from the old
to meet the new-
Green mountains, green prairies
and skies of blue-
Next barren deserts with a
never-ending view-
Lord, I’m so happy;
you love me
and
I love you, too.
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So you’re no longer sure –
Alright, go and think it out;
but remember, all hard times pass.
We have a good love –
and so much more,
that if, in the midst of our pleasure
there comes a doubt,
we can pause to think –
then appreciate one another again;
for we know that all hard times pass.
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When you’re home again,
I’ll love you.
When you’re gone again,
I’ll love you still.
I’ll love you until
time ends.
You’ll love me, too,
because love mends.
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. . . And there were the inevitable teen-love break-ups. . .
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After the pain of each day’s commotions
I settle without you to a rush of emotions
and closing my eyes with feelings intense
I face the reality of your absence
Can’t understand ~ just get congested
with your sweet love my heart is infested
We should be together, you know it too.
You love me, I love you
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The aroma of this fresh new day
reminds me of before
and forces me to reminisce
on love I can’t ignore
A freshened breeze whips at my back
I see the fog ahead
Grappling for imagined bliss
My dreaming path is tread
Awaiting for this day to rise
in my future thoughts of past
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Joan at Seventeen
Joan T. Warren: Heart to Heart 