Joseph D E Phillips Poems

Said the old woman
while holding
her lover's hand
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It's almost midnight.
Please don't pine
as clock hand finds
one one five nine.
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the gray cloud of the gray world
will grab you
make you sad
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Her feathers are her pride
And skin her feathers hide,
Her skin so pale and pink and frail,
She suffers deep inside.
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Be still, loves, be still!

Find the happy medium
that path to enlightenment
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My America is an idea.
Many nations will fall and rise
but as long as ideas live
my America will never die.
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As clouds broke down
the sun reached in
and warmed my bones
and baked my skin.
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Sphere
Sphere of blackness draws everything closer.
Even light itself cannot escape.
Time stops within.
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The tree is wise and old.
Its leaves are rustling softly.
A voice is weeping awfully,
why have you grown so cold?
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Snow blows softly
this way and that
across the concrete
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