John Shea

Dear lord here I sit with pen in hand
Hoping you will understand
Lillian will be dancing with the stars
With mother nature
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I spied a bald eagle using the wind
To hunt for his prey.
He wandered afar as to leave my eyesight
Then soared with the wind
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With numbing cold, biting at my brittle bones
I feel many years giving me a wake up shake
Gripping my coat through the more gripping cold
I feel the world has grown old.
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I found him in mud colored red by the blood
Breathing but weak not able to speak
Surrounded by eerie lights of battle out of sight
He shook like a leaf I felt his grief
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I cradle the travelers in their windy Birth,
My name is Mother....Mother Earth.

I Give them a bed in nature to lie,
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Go ahead and sink that dagger in my heart.
It feels not the pain.
Slice it in thin bloody slices.
It feels nothing.
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Maybe I am angry perhaps I should start to forgive.
Many countries and streets I have lived.
My heart is tiring of the negative thoughts,
My mind sends of the battles I've fought.
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The poison I dodged in my life
Were vipers that could take my life

I hunted with my favorite friend
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If a spider I would feed you my girl
Something spicy from natures grill

Your bigger and better than me
Bigger is better for a man you see
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A winter storm in Jersey south
Stopping by a field of white
I spied a flock of wild turkeys
What a beautiful sight
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Let me buy the vodka
Never touch the stuff

My quirky poems you enjoy
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I grew up
Called the Pup
You inspired me
Who who are you to not see in the dark
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I feel them in the winter time,
When life is cold, and time goes slow.

We shiver with cold like a silver dime,
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A cardboard box is my home
In the city where I was born
Wine beer and rats are my best friends
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It was masked by massive tall oaks
The lonely road

Rivers of tears flanked its path
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To give me sorrow on her eve of death
To leave a letter on her dusty desk

Who the hell cares
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That pie are not square
They are round

Best dog I ever had
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I come for you
There is no escape
I am worse than evil defined
Your life I rape
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Time is of the essence
A lovely journey
At some expense
I could not wait
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If I was peanut butter and jelly
I might be old
If I was pencil and paper
I might be bold
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