david lessard Poems

I used to hear just fine,
but that was yesterday;
Now I'm going deaf my friend,
I miss you by the way...
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Ma, everybody celebrates your day, the day of your birth,
The fireworks light up the night, every soul filled with mirth.
You were a Yankee Doodle Dandy, a yankee doodle dandy Gal,
The woman of the year, seventy-eight times in a row -
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Jazz on a summer's night,
Swinging sounds of joy,
the moon, bouncing in its flight.
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The poet is a writer,
for want of better things to do-
He/she composes rhymes and prose,
and then sends them on to you.
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The mist was in the meadows,
The sun was a rising light,
The roads were wet from rain,
that came down, during the night.
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The end of war is not so far away,
The Prince Of Peace is closer too;
Before we kill each other in this play,
We've much to learn and more to do.
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My heart has no compass,
I am hopelessly lost;
Going in all directions,
My soul's paying the cost.
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Somewhere,
in the deep recesses
of my mind -
I knew you were there...
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Are you really coming home?
Or is it just a dream of mine?
Will tomorrow really be here?
Will the plane come in on time?
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There are tears to make one happy,
and tears to make one blue;
Tears amongst the laughter,
and when the gloom descends on you.
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