The Poet's Gift
Come out with me, into warm summer night.
And let me gather few stars for you.
Not this one at all, nor this one will do,
Ach! Here is a star just right.
Here it is, and hold it please.
Hold tight, next to your heart.
Never, never, this star release -
Fore my heart would break apart.
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The Fountain OF Youth
Beloved sweet child, with white soul from God.
With music of Angels, and fables in your heart.
Together with Goddess, in green forest deep,
You roam, play, and dance in your child's sleep.
Grow, my child, into man, strong good and tall -
Grow into spring, summer, and gently into fall.
But never, my child grow out of your dreams -
The nights you danced, with silver moon-beams.
Remember the magic, that is now in your heart-
The enchanting blue skies, and sweet song of the lark,
The dancing twilight colors, like song of rainbows -
Singing farewell to blushing sun, and bowing to night's
Gentle Shadows.
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Pleading Wish
If I could have the mountains tall,
Not crying down into dying valleys-
Combed with blood-streams -
Of a wounded Land.
If I could have the whispering forest,
Free from ax of greed and plundeer -
Blending in voices with thundering sea-shore,
With sands still white and not yet raped.
I then would say to the World wide:
My Leaders too love this Land!
Just as you do, O World -
Just as do, I....
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Guide-Post
"My soul is dry with shriveled heart,
With cares of life and empty strife.
I see no glories in smiling Sun,
All with youth is now pass gone."
Open your heart and mind, O adult:
To thousand around you jewels of Beauty.
To rising sun, to twinkling stars,
To flowers in spring glory.
Rekindle that spark into flame of wonder.
Let awe become the light in your heart.
And, magic of joy in souls of children -
Will become in you a living part.
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The Humble And The Great
A little mouse, said this, to a rat:
"That there is cheese, I am so glad!
The whole wide world is full of cheese!
It could be different, you know," she said.
The rat looked up from his Wall Street Journal,
At the little mouse, so happy, so shy,
And shooked with rage, then spit out mouthful:
"But all that cheese is not my, Yet!...
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