Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.
Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a dutiful teacher, unveiling what children never knew.
Lucy liked to sew and to garden, like green nature, roving everywhere,
Recalling lavish, sunset skies we used to view, in the colors of vanity fair.
Kitty Fisher was Lucy's best friend, amidst many, for she was popular;
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Louis Watson loved well made, toy ships, and had a fine collection,
Since father was a sailor himself. Like aged wind's novel directions.
Louis loved sailing toy ships on Crystal Pond, like gaiety filled youth.
He'd pretend they sailed on open seas, laden with candies and fruit!
His family lived on the edge of town, beneath pink-beige starlight,
Looming as evening warblers began singing, to scarlet Mars' delight.
Louis had fun with best friend, Fred. They had boat races, ofttimes.
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I am not going to wait for you to get ill
Or to die to send you bouquets of flowers
Right now is the time to make you feel
That you’re loved amid the rain showers.
You are deeply loved my beautiful lady
You are always in my mind, in my thoughts
One day does not pass by without the lust
The love of you, under the shadow of my tree.
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Another year older
Another year gone,
A little more wisdom,
Can that be too wrong?
A few more fine wrinkles,
A dark spot or two,
Expressions pronounced
Through the skin’s darker hue.
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Celestial season!
Folks; it is, on the rise.
Euphoria! Can you feel?
Say not no, for even universe do!
To the cheery songs of koels,
And thick petrichor of summer,
Blades are dancing- vibrant and gleeful.
Can you hear? Soothing babble of brooks.
Zion; for real, now we live!
From the skyline; adorned in aurorae,
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Louis Watson loved well made, toy ships, and had a fine collection,
Since father was a sailor himself. Like aged wind's novel directions.
Louis loved sailing toy ships on Crystal Pond, like gaiety filled youth.
He'd pretend they sailed on open seas, laden with candies and fruit!
His family lived on the edge of town, beneath pink-beige starlight,
Looming as evening warblers began singing, to scarlet Mars' delight.
Louis had fun with best friend, Fred. They had boat races, ofttimes.
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Johnny's parents owned a bakery, selling cakes and yummy confections.
Though only nine-years-old, Johnny showed interest, asking questions.
He was soon making tasty cookies, to the glee of his baby sister, Anna.
For parents are the best teachers, like golden days, leaving in glamour.
Johnny's parents decided to offer, some of his buttery cookies for sale;
For he had put care in each detail! They were soon popular in Hillsdale!
Flabbergasted thunder finally finished roaring. Butterscotch sun smiled,
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(Today is Tata MANDELA’S birthday. Freedom lovers all over South Africa are celebrating his legacy of Compassionate Love. I wrote this poem on his birthday when he was still alive. I am so grateful that I was humbled to serve in his government whilst he was President of the First National Democratic Government in South Africa.
At the time I wrote it, I was living opposite a pine forest. )
MANDELA’S BIRTHDAY POEM
All is radiantly translucent
Drops of water sit in
Silence on trees in sunshine
Aloe reflect themselves
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Der Tag begann still,
als würde die Welt innehalten,
nur für dich,Anna.
Kein Feuerwerk,
aber das Licht war weicher,
die Luft wie eine Umarmung.
Ich dachte an der Moment,
an dem du zum ersten Mal
deinen Atem in diese Welt gesetzt hast.
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Der Traum Deine Augen nocht bedeckt.
als ein glücklicher Tag Dich weckt.
Die Sonne Deine Wangen berührt
um Dich Liebe und Wärme versprüht.
Hinaus in die Welt Du eilst sodann,
da fragt Dein Herz; wie kann
das Leben Dich stets so reich bescheren
und doch das größte Glück verwehren?
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