Lost poem
It was on this page, then gone
Like feathers blowing in the wind.
Where is the prose I wrote?
Not a letter is in sight.
I am looking with all my might.
Oh where is the prose I wrote?
Today I wrote a new poem,
Was it lost in cyberspace?
I hope not for I might not know it,
Even staring at me in the face.
Give me a break, my memories are at stake.
Oh where is the prose I wrote?
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Sanctuary
A meal a laugh and a drink
A special smile and a wink
Otts on friday night near halloween
Friends and food what a scream
DJ Don rockin the house
The house enjoying the jam
My life revolves around this
Says John I am
My hideaway in the silver years of life
Otts tavern my spot in life
Oh hell.Just have another quesadilla
Home is where your heart is so they say
My home was at Otts today.
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Blossomed love
Someone once said
We love to the sense of madness
On one hand we grope it
On the other we hope it
Therefore love becomes very dense
Flowering with life
A colorful living fence
Lovers bathe in liquid joy
haters but with their hearts to toy
So go slowly my friend
Life does not end
Love spent like a flower
Will therefore bloom again
Smell the aroma in the air
From a blossom
Oh so fair
Oh so fair
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Busted
I like living, inside boxes, warm each day I snoozed away.
Never relenting to sundown, the cold weather made me quake.
But I never complained, about the snow, sleet or rain.
Then thunder was heard, and darkness deep, I have begun to shake.
The roar of natures fury, made me muster courage so fake.
My fear forgot about dread and gave me a great dry thirst to slake.
Waking in a warm yellow lake.
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Flying
Flying at birth was my blessing and curse
My take offs were bad and my landings much worse
Then around the age of ten
I still crashed now and then
Then as a teen I thought of a scheme
And used the power to check out the scene
If you know what I mean
As I grew older I learned how to hover
My flights got much bolder
Now in my latter years I do just fine
My dream of flying
Is fresh in my mind
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Lost Love
Fond memories surround me
You are in my thoughts constantly.
Tears turn to smiles for life holds more miles
Of sweet times and wild abandon.
You are so loved and now your above in heaven
You keep me from going under.
Your wings are a whisp in the wind
I here them through the worst weather that my God can send.
So smile and have fun
For you shine like the sun.
A memory so sweet
You are to me.
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Paths
Where we have traveled
Many pathes we unraveled.
Woe the tangled thorny path
Which leaves tears and heartache
In its aftermath.
Sublime is the straight and narrow way
which keeps us in tow from day to day.
Some biways take us askew
We struggle and seek the sublime way anew.
But 'The Road Not Taken' as Mr Frost has descibed
Is deep in our hearts and about to arrive.
6-25-2001 John Francis Shea
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Tenure
We fret and wander around
Life is a funnel shaped cloud
It sucks all the youth out of you
You strive to do all that is new
The result is a mess
I truley confess
Bald heads and gray hair is in
Going to beaches only when thin
When was the last time that happened
In winter when life was my friend
The view was so lovely and white ocean foams licked at my heels
I guess age has it's benefits for real
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Thought
Life on the beach
My life out of reach
Going just one step further
Sipping on rum
With a good looking nun
What a dream that was.
Living like a frog
Like a hoppy dog
damn, that was fun.
Giving to the poor
And then giving some more
It made me feel humble.
Seeing the emaciated faces
That substinace soon erases
It made me cry.
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Unwavering
Maybe I am angry perhaps I should start to forgive.
Many countries and streets I have lived.
My heart is tiring of the negative thoughts,
My mind sends of the battles I've fought.
Perhaps that's why some hearts don't survive.
For the mind must give healthy thoughts to keep it alive.
Please give me the strength, whoever will listen,
To forgive and listen to my heart,
Stand firm and make a new start.
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