Teresa Dearing

Walk softly ‘cross these hallowed hills,
Wake not the spirits of dark chills.
As night falls ‘cross these harvest fields,
Where corn and soy, gave up their yields.
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You did not come with nine months wait,

I did not buy the buttons and bows ‘til late,
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Hot pavement burns the feet,
Cool green grass what a treat.

Sand stuck between the toes,
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When the wind blows free, that's where I’ll be,
No longer bound to a body unsound.
I’ve risen above the pain and sorrow,
Living forever, now, and tomorrow.
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I had a friend who had alot,
And very happy she was not.
Then she lost it all one day,
And now she morns her life away.
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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
Miles and miles, their mysteries keep.
As the crystal streams and rivers flow,
The floors of lush green carpet grow.
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Sonnets of penned passions,
Sing of love's sweet song,
Lingering memories of love,
Golden days gone wrong.
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Gone, the last holiday,
Another year passed away.
Now our taxes we must pay,
Cold and gray marks the day.
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Birds a singin’ in de trees,
Skiters buzzin’ in de breeze,
Turtles sunnin’ on de logs,
Pay no ‘tention to de dogs.
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Loves a fine sport,
The game calls us steadily,
Desire stampede's it's path,
Calling out to all, mutually.
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As I weep and wait for you,
From the chill there is no escape,
All night I walk the mist filled hills,
And long for your warm embrace.
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Tangled and twisted,
Forever untwined,
Shrout and mist,
Covers the mind.
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Little sheep with unmade dreams,
Now on stained sheets they sleep,
Longing to escape poverty,
Success a giant leap.
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Ahhhh, the life of a fashion divia, shop until U drop.
I well remember those days, when I could really hop,
Alas, my figure plumped, my hair now gray and thin,
The deepest cut of all, are the shoes I now fit in.
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Got up this morning, no sun in my eyes,
The house is so cold, no warmth to the fire,
My love is gone, he took all my desire,
And cruel winds of winter howled all night.
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Eyes they're brown, blue, gray, or green,
Can be happy, sad, mad, or mean.

Eyes they sit above the nose,
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Board the windows, bar the door,
Water and dry goods we now store,
Clouds roll in, dark as dusk,
As we pray, in God we trust.
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Hot moist air, silky sand,
Dancing waves of blue,
The smell of the salty sea,
All for my love so true.
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Beyond luminicence winter clouds,
Silver winds causing chilling shivers,
As winter's pearly grasp quickly sways,
Silent, lovely, and brutal.
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October’s such a ghoulish month,
Strange mists and fogs that rise.
Colors are often brown and black,
With orange as a surprise.
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