Bold as an Eagle
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Candid Observation on Life Posted October 2001 This poem was written in response to one of those bogus poetry collection letters you get in the mail, where they invariably write back to you about "what great potential you have," and how they would like to include your poem in one of their collections, which you can purchase a copy of for only $59.95 ("only for you, my friend"). So I thought I'd see just how silly a poem I could write, and still get back the standard "wonderful talent" letter. Life — the essence of green — It is like nothing ever seen in pleasant thought or golden dream. Life is a horror Of sudden deaths and unforeseen circumstances — Opportunities missed — Casual romances, equally casual separations. Distance, like the last fragments of a dream, Creeping in upon the conscious mind, remind us that life is the essence — only the essence — of green. He Cares for Me Posted September 2005 For the birds of the air Your hand doth care; Not one does fall, But You are there. Why then should I So fretful be? My Father's hand Will care for me. He cares for me; I know He does. No circumstance Will make me fear; So, to His side I now will flee And there proclaim, "He cares for me!" |
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