John Stone Poems

My Bike

I like my bike
You can go places on a bike
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Healing

Heaven's tears
coursing down the face of Earth
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Rebirth

I came
To see
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Forever


There is only one who gives us birth
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Cuba Libré


Free to breathe the heady air of expectation
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Charlie-One, soaring high
Where Earth receding greets the sky
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Before the least
flame, before the blaze
transformed this glade into a pyre
a prehistoric fear of fire
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In Search of Gaia


If we seek to possess her we shall not find her
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