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This poem is from one of my most Dearest Kindred friend. He wishes only to be known as Simon ******************************************************* THE PRIDE Prowling at the edge of dusk Sleek and agile with cunning Watching the herd With teeth a gleaming They balance the web With claws like razors They pick the weak With muscles tense They cultivate the herd His head held high He protects his cub His eyes sewn in the grass Like diamonds sewn within the night sky And strong shaped face surrounded by grass Her sleek strong body Sitting high beside her cub She dashed along with all the mothers To get lifes love Lifes love to live And so they run At the gazelles heals For the lions must always hunt For the sake of the beasts To ensure the within Within in the pride Simon | ||||||||||||||||
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LOSING YOUR SOUL Through time and tribulation Some think us as perfect things We never were, are, and never will be For the things we do just show us That we will never be perfect We are the things we strive not to be If you tell a killer That if he hurts another soul That YOU will be just as bold But if you become as bold Than the killer himself And if you strike him down And become the killer too Someone may come up to you And say That if you hurt another soul That they will become just as bold And now you look back Back into the day You gave a killer your soul Simon | Another lovely poem from Simon. | ||||||||||||||||
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| ok....so this is becoming page is really becoming Simons page, but hey, I like his poems more than my own!!! |
FIRE AND FLAME A flame burning brightly In the dark, dark, night But such a thing is not a fright The fire conforts us Warms us with it's light Fire burning brightly Durring the hot, hot, day And such a thing becomes a fright The fire hurts us Hurts us with it's light Something so welcome at night Now becomes our deepest fright Why is it when we make it, It is right But when it comes naturaly, We make it a fright What an ironic thing. Simon | ||||||||||||||||
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