3. She III
when she smiles
there is sunshine
and light
And there are butterflies fluttering
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Thundering Youth
Thundering Youth/Thundering flower
Like the thundering flower of youth,
and the thundering beauty of a flower
the thundering beauty of youth
and the thundering youth of power
Like the thundering power of truth,
The springtime was a crying flower
drenched in orchid's blood
and revealing all of its power
godblessamen
poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell
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Summerfades
The summer fades like sunsets
But I still have memories of you at the beach
The royal sun-god burned the images into my mind and memory
The memories are like the 1970s
They are back there, but still here
the beach in my memory fades in the distance
You are there forever,
and I wouldn't have it any other way
Godblessyou amen
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My Grandmother
When she would talk about her mother,
it was as though there were another person in the room
She could see her mother in her mind;
It was as if my grandmother was dancing across the kitchen floor
It was as if she were talking about an imaginary person
who was not in the room
Her mother was in her mind
My mother was standing on the kitchen floor, cleaning a glass, and thinking of my grandmother
I could see it through the silence
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Like the Flies in Winter
like flies at the end of summer/we all slow down as age advances, as age, time and clocks advance/ the coming ocean of time/like London Bridges, we all fall down
Like flies in winter, near a cold white windowpane, who are slowing like molasses. Cold lonliness on one side/white paint chips on the other
Like flies in winter/flies in autumn, who are swimming throught the air in slow motion.
Not so much the flies of summer
godblessamen
like fireflies flickering in the end/we are here and we are gone,
we eventually burn out.
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The Everlasting Snow
Everlasting, the snow is
As the dry crystals
gently twirl and float to the ground
Amid the cracking timbers of winter
A single, beautiful snowflake,
like a crystal tear falling from Heaven,
floats and dances to the ground,
mesmerizingly
....it floats
and floats,
and floats,
....all the way to the ground,
making a dainty footfall in the snow
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