Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet Poems

The workaholic
works twelve hours a day
then rushes home
and squanders all his pay
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When the serpent lied
He challenged gods right to rule
And thus lost his legs
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Like fuel to a flame
in the coldest of dark nights
Love needs a strong flame
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Sometimes is hard to
write a well versed haiku
sometimes it isn't
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Oh green leaves of mighty trees
Blue streaks of great seas
Endless fires of painted sky
Aurora's souring way up high
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My dreams will have come true when I am one with you.
When my arms embrace you like a warm fire in a cold room
When our souls dance together like flickering embers under a star-painted sky
When I taste the love on your lips, like a delicious kiss
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I'm an Aussie
I like me eggs over easy
with a stash of crispy bacon
I like to watch the cricket
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The miracles are there
Like sweet spring dew
In the fresh morning air
If you don't open your eyes
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Its a brittle and bitter existence
of desperation and despair
wars and crimes
Brutalities and affairs
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sometimes i forget to thank you
for all the wonderful things you do
sometimes i don't appreciate
how truly wonderful and great
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