John Ackerman

Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around.
Full swell the woods; their every music wakes,
Mix'd in wild concert, with the warbling brooks
Increased, the distant bleatings of the hills,
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Cynthia

When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
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Solitude

whispers
a rain drop
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If a raindrop
could represent
the love in
a man's life
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How long will it take for you to see
Life is just an illusion, it's gonna pass eventually
The flesh is just a lie
Eventually you're gonna die
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The Union

I was lying on my back look up at the ceiling
Trying to come up with a wheel or dealing
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shattered glass out on the kitchen floor
picking up the pieces of my past
move away from the silence to a lingering laugh
each of us where's a mask in a disguise in life
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trapped within the very impulse of our loved beneath the perplexing ambush


we close the door of brevity with a slight adjustment of the hand when will we understand
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Woman


eyes, hair & smile
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The Hollow Leaves

Spread out upon the ground
Out of mere sadness there's a tug at the heart
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you can't make your heart beat something it won't

it's either heaven or hell now I got a good story to tell
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alone
in the silence of my thoughts
pitter patter of soft sandal feet
a candle lit in the corner of my room
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For decades I held back this piece until today

I Think Therefore I Write Poetry
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I found a little fairy
someone had discarded on the ground.
I picked her up
put her in my pocket.
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who do you think you are
we had it made in our sin
until the day you came in
you came to us as a little baby in the manger
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Ronald James Padovana
Born July 10th,1942
Cortland, New York
Early 1970's first band known as Elf,
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blood stain on the carpet
ball & chain on my back
working to hard can give you a heart attack
smoke filled room with pillows
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A perpetual stream of sacred consciousness flowing ever and ever beyond planets and stars and even plenty of universe.
beacon of light to a hurting world in seek of solace to delve into one's emotions
a challenge to be free is a question of time my one solution is using my mind
Cascading metaphors in direct portion to the piece at hand within mere twilight
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Stranger in a strange land

find the answer to the mystery the brave new world lost in this place leaving no trace
look around to behold the ghosts are bleeding zombie nomadic tribesmen strong in fear
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a sophistication is in the air as heros meet to greet
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
she walked alone on the side of the street searching for a direction to go
a car pulled over to help her to the next town but he had a gun
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