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These are some poems written by yours truly. All of these poems are copywritten by M.L. Johnson. |
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No Remorse |
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When dost thou betray me? |
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This poem was written shortly after my marrage in regards to the meeting of my husband. It is published in El Portal, the Eastern New Mexico University Literary Magazine |
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This poem was written when I was having a fight with my husband and I was frustrated. As I wrote it, I realized I was as much to blame as he. |
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When dost thou betray me? When does thou feel wanting? When dost thou betray me, As this wide world is ending?
What part of love is lacking? What part escapes your mind? What part of love is lacking, As strands of joy unwind?
In winter thou betray me, In summer I reply. In winter thou betray me, Regardless what we try.
The part of love that's lacking The part not in our mind The part of love that's lacking Grows stronger over time.
Unless one stops to think One stops to reconcider Unless one stops to think And ponder thy own center.
Dost Jesus lie within? Or doth a devil dwell? Dost Jesus lie within, Our evil twisted shell?
Why dost thou betray me? Why must I cry alone? Why dost thou betray me? Why? |
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I sat in my tower awaiting my prince, but with all of his power their came not a kiss. Lest not one I dreamed of In my chambers so warm, HIs lips, they felt hallow A temple of scorn. Away I did turn Insulted and hurt When a thought came to me, perhaps I am curt. Perhaps this is the right And my mind is the wrong Perhaps love really is Nothing like the old songs So together we stayed Near forever it seemed, When one unexpected Appeared on the scene. He was different than most, Shorter and guile, But he smiled most freely With eyes of star style. Across the sea he had come Over hill, over dale And now he was here To drink a good ale. We talked for a while Just he and I Shareing all of our stories Over blackberry pie. His belifes, they astounded His personality too Just hearing him speak Threw me for a loop. But he wasn't my dream, I had found him already. Yet I couldn't stop thinking What might come from this setting. It was then I decided To let go of my dream And grasp hold something useful, Something more than just wishing. I agreed to accompany Him on a date. What he had in store, I just could not wait. The romance was briming Right over the top The magic was growing It just wouldn't not stop! I thought, "This is it! I've found him at last!" But that was before: Before the big clash. We started to argue Over little, small things, but they made quite an impact On we, who were starting. I ran away once Mabey twice in that time Every time he chased after Brought me out of the lime. I kept thinking "What's he after? What's he want, a repree? And why does he chase after A wretched girl like me?" If he had run off time again, like I had, I would have walked out yelling "bad, you're just bad!" "Ah, that's the difference between you and I, I stay for the duration You cut out when I die." The remark stung a lot And, I'm sure, left a mark. But the truth still remained, I was left in the dark. Right when trouble hit I ran straight away, Instead of sticking around To finish the play. But nows all said and done, We're married of course, And I don't run away No, I don't; No remorse |
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Rememberance |
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This poem is to represent the hurt we fell when someone we love hurts us. It speaks of remembering the bad times so we can appreciate the good times. |
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It�s the game we play It�s the road we take Where everything changes: The world in a quake.
When the people around you, The ones that you love, Are suddenly strangers Aloof like a dove.
The pain that I feel All bundled inside Is the kind that is piercing And straight to the mind.
It�s hard to look forward When you keep looking back Though back is where everything Fell with a whack!
I know it was good Though it may not be right �Cause now I can learn From the things of that night.
The past is important Don�t ever forget Remembrance is precious Never ever regret |
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