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Poetry to feast on |
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Pride by david "blakwulf" chiang
Pride is our downfall in this life that we live. Always getting in our way whether from the lack of funds, to being stubborn and no fun.
Pride is a good thing defining us as men. It helps us to live; acting responsibly providing for ourselves and those we hold dear.
Pride is a value, a frame of mind; can it live within us without disturbing our every line.
Give me your hand, lend me a hand. Pride will not interfere with Gods almighty plan.
Help us oh god teach us we ask this must be the way humbly trying to stay selfless each day.
Pride, foolish pride It ends friendships, lives, and loves. Help us to see, that pride cannot stay then and only then can we evolve as men in every way loving each other near and far. Pride-- A bitter sweet needless ideal PRIDE |
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TASTEFUL THINGS by David "Blakwulf" Chiang
I make things that are sweet and tasty. Things that melt in your mouthe like butter and honey.From the boston creme pie to the fudge brownie I make. Treats that are sour and full of zest, from the orange chicken to the cajun duck. I toast all the things that I create. the things you snack on and clean your plate. to you I adorn the the marang of desserts. the german chocolate, the coconut slop. I make them for you all. I make you drool, I make you stare. Come to my table and taste them all. You will like them just wait and see, for the last kitchen poet made them for thee. |
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SORROW by David "Blakwulf" Chiang
When it rains, it pours. This I know is true, for you left and the pain did not. One problem after another Why did you leave? Why did you leave? Seeing your face, the warmth of your embrace, I miss. Why did you go, OH, why did you go. You left with no good bye, not even a reason why. I hate you!! I hate YOU, but I love you too. I feel so much since you went away I hope your happy and safe for my every day is but a lastingwaste I must move on, but I knwo not how. Come to my sleep and show me the way, help me now and maybe stay. I dream of you often, I dream of you now. the friendship we had and the times we shared. I miss you now and always will. in my heart you are locked away to remember forever. Somewhere under the stars I still see your sweet face. As gentile as a baby and somber as a lark. I will miss you my friend. Be safe and happy untill the day when we will rejoice and I return to walk in your valley. |
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Earth Talk by David "Blakwulf" Chiang
I hear the bee talk with lots to say no one is listening to the buzz of the day. The rivers are showing us the way through the creeks and streams each and every day. The trees protect us and guide our way. the birds are singing but we do not hear. The rock is silent but very strong. upon him we lean on and learn the songs. The earth is talking, let us hush and be still, for in the wind we can learn of what is real. We see the beauty of this great land and demolish it where err we stand. Shall we unite standing as one listening our mother and fixing our wrong. When will we learn from our past, that human evolution will not last. We can change if we only hear. Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is near. When the day comes for us to leave, let it be said that we gave back that which we do not need. I hear you talking and am listening close, but when will I decide to end this verse. I wish I may, I wish I might, see the stars my god has built tonight. the love that we have, it must be shared, given back to earth do she can grow again. The web of life is tangled and fine, it isn't hard to make it all rhyme. Now that i am done I hope you'll agree, that together we stand, together we unite, we can save this land from ourselves, and stop our own selfdestruction. |
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A Cowboy by David "Blakwulf" Chiang
Down the road past the horizon is a lover that no one describes He is a handsome and cheeky a real keeper with a leash He wears lots of fur and is quite nice He rides alone, his sacrifice HE ropes and rides bucking them all He is dying and has many many names If you meet him handle with care For a gentileman cowboy has so much to share We talk of the past and what is to come. The cowboy is here and currently has none He builds a legacy for one and all cause he is searching for the cowboy in us all
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