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john-w-mick
American Writer/Artist
The Garden Paradise is lost The sun is fallen Truth is known Yet its way is obscured Bitter harvests now replace Immaculate conception And tears flow, from eyes That willed to see There is no victory in the outter realms No reward in desolation Oh to return from whence we have fallen To taste of fruit unforbidden The garden has grown barren And its hedgerow high Who can restore its splendor Who is worthy I know none…..
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Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 12:20 PM UTC
THE GARDEN
Colors I love the color blue She said, It is so regal… And royal Its subtle hues Provide me with comfort And security But if you were to add Just a touch of red… The color of love It reveals a most wonderful purple Purple has been my Secret passion Since I was very young Purple gives me joys I scarcely comprehend While looking at purple The powerful hints of red Overwhelm me Even to the point where I find it difficult To detect the blue What a lovely palette I have before me What picture, I wonder Shall I paint today…
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Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
COLORS
CREATION Oh mystery of mysteries The universe unveils itself Before me I watch in silent wonder Enraptured, with its Unfolding The spheres sing harmoniously As they congregate to form The flower Bringing light and life Space and time Forever more Their dance is entrancing As they whirl In perfect symetry Coming together In precise Geometric form Elements burst forth Singing the praises Of their birth Combining into compounds As matter and subsequent Life, take form And as one becomes all And all becomes one It fades, as though only a dream And I know That it is I Who am the dreamer….
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Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 2:16 PM UTC
CREATION