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David (Who am I?) on Dec 18th, 2007Poetry

Here are some famous poems by accomplished poets. Reading them inspires me to make further efforts to write. . .

I have collected many of the poems I have written recently about and put them here. has so many different ways about it. But it is always powerful.

I hope you enjoy them.

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David (Who am I?) on Aug 19th, 2007Dad/ Love Is Sometimes Sad Poems

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Sometimes my words fly around like a sparrow

In effortless flight with more points than an arrow.

But sometimes I dig and they’re not to be found

Perhaps laid too deep in the rock laden ground.

With and discomfort wed together so well.

The words are unable to weave their sweet spell.

And I’m left with no hope to discover within

Unresolved feelings for beloved kin.

Things long backpacked and put neatly away

So I leave this hard task for another day.

When armed with a pick ax and fervent desire

I will tear all away til I get down to fire

And tell everyone to your I aspired

Not knowing it already had been acquired.
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