Hi my name is James. I write poetry for fun or the where the movement takes me. Everyone can write and also read if they desire but you will only find one of you and one of me. Happy writing and best wishes to you all budding 'artists'
Please silence for the spoken one speaks
but his language is common, overly used
To be left out in the dark
In the cold
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The trouble with bad is that bad is trouble
I trouble to say that the bad is trouble
Yet the bad and the trouble (like sadness and bubbles)
As often seen on T.V. these days
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The days will come when we can love the King
His soft voice gently surrounding us
To love the Father and the Son
Would be happiness enough for everyone
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Who knows why they came?
They didn't brave my keep for a drink
they came to provide my sheep with a garden
in which they grew their pleasant plants
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Green paths lined that eternally festooned
house
it was set on the
brink
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