Abra Sunshine Wongler Poems

I can hear you calling in the cry of the hawk who soars above me

Memories of your love cover me like a warm blanket
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Slave to master, the salt of my sweat on my brow.'Faster! ' he cries as the sting of his whip racks through me.
The eyes of the daughter soothe my mind as she brings me water, for my flesh and soul.
Slave seventy am I, nothing to offer the masters daughter... nothing but my heart. The love that burns in me at night, she returns from the shadows.
Her touch steals the sting of her fathers whip.Love forbidden by chains of iron will never be broken.
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I can hear the whispering of tales long and timeless in the leaves of the aspen trees...
Here in the highlands I more here and move there...
The pine trees combing my hair, the quakies dusting my palms with their silky touch...
There are memories, there is the sound of a thousand doves...
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O'er my head, the towering cathedral of stock and stone casts its shadow down o'er me.
It's beauty one to awe and inspire, as I aspire to fly to higher heights.
I hear the wind rush through the empty streets, the chatter of children in houses, the patter of Rain on tile roofs.
I hear it all.
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Ya think ya talkin' big
Ya think de world is yo' play ground
Ya think all dey's in it is yo' toys
Well, buddy, I got news for ya...Playtime is ova!
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'The rushing torrent breaks on the rock, and becomes two streams.
Though we are split asunder,
I hope we will someday meet again.'
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Upon the day of a feast....There was no beer.
A feast with no beer, alas, how horrid.
Sullen faces all about the tables.
Until suddenly, the King's engineer arrived with the solution.
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The world is cold... The world is dark...
There is no sound in my ears but the howling of the wind...
But in my heart there's the voice of hope.
The voice of the one I left behind long ago...
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We all seek the love that shall last beyond eternity.
The love that will not shatter beneath the patter of lies and wars.
The love that rises the heart from the ashes of any fire and heals it in its waters.
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Stripped of my pride,
Heart torn asunder,
Naked seed within,
Oh ho whoa, what can I do?
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