You've got a heart of gold
    You must be an angel
       Well, you see dear
        Gravity still exists
                  And this
                    Angel
                         Is
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                    Falling

I do not speak in sombre tones
Not for me the gentle echo
Hushing through hallowed halls
I shall growl my way to the grave
Be ****** to the insignificant
And to hell with the indifferent
There are no rules or rulers
There are only fools and foolers

I need no-one else's straight lines
I have imagination enough to swerve
And spite enough to spin
Snapping snarling and seditious
Spitting venomous and vicious
Flamed by the world's injustice
And humanity's indifference
Not until I am dead burned and scattered
Shall I rest assured

                                By Phil Roberts

I want her to rise up again
like when she lifted her blue
skirt looking at how brown
I am taking off my shirt
and there are somethings
you learn if you were born
on a farm where I watched
her shadow in the middle
of the night overlooking mine
in the dark where we hid
from the light listening
to the wind, that sad poet
of the unknown pulling back
the dead eyes of those singing
sweet songs in the long night.

Little hummingbird
I see you fly
Magical and free
Your flight
Is a true mystery
You fly and zip
Truly magical
Is your flight
A miracle wrapped up
In a little package
You hum along
Buzzing through life
Reminding us
Of what it means
To fly and to soar
And to zip along life
You are beautiful
Little hummingbird
Show us your grace
And your spirit
And your joy
At a glance you
Are there
Then just
As soon
As you come
You disappear
Again
As miraculous
And mysterious
As you entered