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 Aug 2014 Phairy
jeffrey conyers
If we were honest with ourselves.
We men must admit we don't do this enough.
Praise our lady.

Praise your lady
For her love.
Yes, her undying love.
Please, praise her.

Praise the lord above for blessing you with her.
Praise him.

Praise her for being a heavenly blessing to you.
For affecting vital parts of your life.
Hey!-Praise her.

You obviously know the reason you should.
You deny you don't.
Only proves you'r not willing too.

It could be her strength.
It might be her passion.
Or the pleasure of loving her.
Either way-praise her.

It just might be her heart.
Or just her.
Praise her.
 Aug 2014 Phairy
svdgrl
Forgotten crosses in the clearance section-
religion has become cheap.
Where sways in the wind the eucalyptus
with chiming bells rolls the bullock cart
lies the hut of my dream sown in wild grass
lives the girl I have loved and given my heart!

She is the girl not been ever to a city
she isn’t the girl can call clever and witty
a girl without a mirror she’s the most pretty
and I have loved her and given all my heart!

Her skin is dark cloud her lips river’s flow
her eyes are sky deep tinged with rainbow
she isn’t the girl skilled in love’s fine art
she is the girl I have loved and given my heart!

Her hair rusty black makes the winds insane
her smiles streaming brook no artist can paint
a girl without polish yet a beauty on the earth
and I have loved her and given all of my heart!
 Aug 2014 Phairy
Poetry by MAN
Poetry with rhyme its what I do
Master of the old creator of the new
One with the flow my powers are true
Wizard of the word I can dazzle you...
Tingle when we Tango
Mingle then I'll mangle
Tagging hearts hmm I'm a Vandal
Hold to trust like a handle
Bad I own tell tales unknown
Heads explode minds are blown
Methodical turn every stone
Spiritually twisted I have grown
Feeding..Forcing..running its course in
Married today tomorrow divorcing
A solider must **** with no remorsing?
Fight silly wars governments are forcing
Like Cattle hear the rattle of the bell
Set on a path straight to hell
Barbeque babies whatever they can sell
Sad are the tales we never tell
Witness to the scene of a crime
Watch we do with eyes of blind
Searching for saviors to save our mind
Spoken in the language of Poetry with Rhyme...
M.A.N 8-6-14
 Aug 2014 Phairy
Jeuden Totanes
...

She stood there
wounded
in the rain..

silenced
by mortal pain

Would I still care?
Would I still dare?
A never ending game
of who-knows-when

not again
not again...
Do you know why a knife must have a sheath? The real power lies not in it's sharpness,but the concealment.
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