Jean Mallette

Alas, I've searched the world to find
That Peace begins within the mind.
It doesnot rest in other men.
Alone, within, will Peace begin.
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Alas! , the raging battle's done
And morning once again has come
As stillness swathes the bleak horizon o'er
The place where echoes come to strum
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The price of drugs-heartache and tears;
And slamming cell doors-twenty years;
To fear our children, now possessed,
Our little ones we once caressed.
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My model railroad stretched about
Through every room and floor.
I strived to make the whole layout
Look better than before.
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I understand your pain;
I've partaken of your loss;
Though I could have had great gain,
I but chose an ugly cross.
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Hie to the stables; the foxhunt's begun;
Mount now the horses; release now the prey;
Ride now the field where the quarry must run-
Run 'til he's fallen-a bundle of gray.
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He closed his eyes to pray
As pain seemed far away
For when the darkness touched his eyes,
His soul began to rise.
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Though broken 'neath the weight of grief,
The heart beats on in sorrow.
It seeks to meet some soon relief
But finds none in the morrow.
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The appointed time my God shall keep
To wake our loved ones from their sleep.
A joyous choir He then shall raise
Up from the Earth to sing Him praise.
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Behind the volted fences,
The gates and walls of stone,
Behind the guarded towers
Where all our men have gone,
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This leaf-this simple sweep of green
Whose structure's like a golden web
That catches all of Life between
These tiny streams that flow and ebb
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My little one, I called you home,
But you decided you would roam,
To walk the edge of precipices,
Reach down in holes of cockatrices,
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Across the silent face of night,
Across the darkness of the deep,
Upon the wings of silver light,
The wandering stars of Heaven sweep.
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There were no flowers save what we brought-
No tokens of thanks for all you wrought.
No one to grieve but your mom and your dad,
Alone to cherish the times that we had.
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The cooling breath of evening rests
About the mock bird's prided nest
Where tiny creatures void of fear
Sleep cradled 'neath a watchful ear.
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I reached for it.
It was not there.
I feigned to touch
My silken hair.
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I would quit the world entire,
Free my mind from false desires,
Find my soul in Nature's womb,
Quit the climb to status doom.
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Were I to be a summer wind,
Fair Heaven's heights I would descend
And spread my wings aloft the crests
Of those fond mountains I love best.
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Where do you suppose
The Woodpecker goes
When he carries those
Little crumbs away?
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Trees of night, changing sight;
Darkness writes a play of fright,
Casting shadows into fears;
Daytime beauty dons its sneers;
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