Posts tagged with World

Swampyville’s - “Bouquet of Life”

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Bright, due, everyone, hue, light, proposes, roses, sun.

Bouquet of Life! by L. Don Oliver

A bouquet of flowers held gently, Gathered at mornings early ___; Placed in a pretty slender vase, Reflecting loves special __;

Flowers caressed so tenderly, By beads of trickling ; Beautiful petals of life, Unfolding shades of ;

Honeybees flitting to and fro, pollinating flowers, each and _, Oblivious to the morning mist, And the rising life giving ___;

Scented flowers of every dream, Leads to what fate __; Life really concerns me not, For I, paused to smell the _;

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Greed! by L. Don Oliver

The labyrinth of my Life, That has ensued thus this far; Gives no reasons for excuse, When I stand before the bar;

Ghostly eerie creatures dancing, Echos from a pretentious past; Gives rise to the truth, Of the shadows that I've cast;

The candle of my being, Is flickering in its flow; There will come that day, When it will cease to glow;

If ever my never comes, Inter history beneath the sod; Shed no tears for yesterday, Render my final fate unto god;

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Swampyville’s - Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day!

I Heard the Robin Sing! by L. Don Oliver

When I was the innocent one, One morning in early spring; No thought of true reason, I heard the Robin sing;

He sang his sweet song of life, Of hope, faith, and charity; He sang of his everlasting wish, For a world in perfect harmony;

He sang his precious song, For conflict to never start; Then came the makers of hate, And tore all his dreams apart;

Like a forgotten soul, Forlorn in a castle keep; In the darkness of night, I heard the Robin weep;

We did not get there with you,
But, you paved the road with care; One day we will cross the mountain, And find you awaiting there;

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Painting the Silent Night! By L. Don Oliver

The, little falling star, left it's, calling card; Glowing, in the night, bright, bright, my delight; Luminous stars, in their grace, eternally parading, deep in space; A golden moon, sauntering by, pursuing the stars, across the sky; A flock of geese, upon their flow, lit up by, the full moon's glow; Puffy white clouds, upon their way, perhaps they'll visit, on another day; The Milky Way's, spiraling dance, two lovers lost, in deep romance; Paint brush, all dipped in red, wondering where, Mars has fled; Rings of Saturn, spinning around, no lovelier sight, to be found; Coloring a far away, lightening flash, Venus and the moon, about to clash; Between the eyes, of the known, darkened spaces, of the unknown; Palette filled, in shades of blue, colors changing, with every hue; Never a sound, to be heard, save the tune, of a singing bird; Such was, my grandest sight, While Painting, the Silent Night;

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