Marlin Nightingale Poems

Yes the river, ever rushing,
On it's boundaries always pushing,
Leaping, scrambling, onward surging,
Swiftly moving, onward lurching.
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Happiness is quite a thing,
Can turn a pauper to a king,
Makes poor in spirit chant and sing,
Yet what true hope doth therein lie?
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Those days when passion scaled the cliffs,
And energy, like sun,
Burst ready in the hero's chest;
A life not lived, not done.
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Soldier, here I stand and wonder, thinking of the distant thunder,
Of the cannons that once shook the very dirt beneath your feet,
Fire that split the sky above you, turning red what once had been blue,
What a war you were thrust into! Not a moments peace to keep!
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The sight of blood to some, I'm sure,
Would easy make them faint,
But when I see a pool of blood,
It could as well be paint.
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Here he walks with wistful wonder,
Tuning out the crowd's coarse thunder,
Knowing that a single blunder,
Could forever change the game.
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Those fitted jeans with price so high,
Accentuate her figure,
But then she'll pout and wonder why,
They make her butt look bigger!
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I saw a solemn oak tree,
It's spreading leafy arms,
The light that filters through, i see,
Is glowing green and warm.
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In silence rolls the ambulance,
Down narrow streets, neath giant oaks,
Shadows 'cross the windshield dance
Setting a soft ambience,
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One night when I was walking home,
Beneath the moonlit trees,
The shadows danced their eerie dance,
Behind the silent breeze,
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