Tom Zart Poems

So perfect is nature, though not by man
It's the brush of our Master that paints the land.
The sun comes up and sun goes down
As in every direction God's wonders are found.
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BASEBALL

A game called prison ball was enjoyed in France
while English boys played rounder in short pants.
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Little baby, I love you
For you are a part of me
Each and every inch you’ll grow
I want to be there to see.
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No rope or cable can hold so tight
What love can do with twine.
No kiss can taste so bittersweet
As the one which captures our mind.
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As war is fought it takes charge
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.
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POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS of THE SOUL

Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets today.
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Being Christian is about love, faith, trust, and commitment
Not sex, satisfaction, selfishness, hate or greed.
The most fruitful among us in God’s kingdom of love
Are those that pray for forgiveness and need.
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Some other time, I’m not in the mood
Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV?
When couples drift into the celibate zone
It’s not long till someone will flee.
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The skies of night have a thousand eyes
Where the skies of day have but one.
Night's black mantle covers us all
With the setting of the sun.
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We drank several glasses of champagne
In the living room of her house.
Around 9: 30 that evening
I found myself in her blouse.
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