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Miss Liberty

by Anita Everhart

The world where we live is in tears these days,

For some of our loved ones have passed away.

They were taken by the fears of today.

 We are about to face amazing grace.

Our future in America stands not alone,

For our love leads us on.

Those stalwart  towers have long  been gone,

But our thoughts never leave this land, our home.

 So if and when in doubt, just think

 America, our home of the free,

 Stands tall for all the world to see.

Miss liberty whispers, the land we share belongs to you and me.

 Nations shall gather together hand in hand,

As our brave soldiers take their stand.

They're fighting for the love of our mighty land.

 We face our truth by night and day,

 Knowing our judgment is not far away. 

And, the righteous shall prevail.



 

THE DATE

A poem by Elaine M. Dutton

As I suffer no more;

The winds blow his steps closer,

He, whom I so adore.

Alas autumn sighs! My smile bewilders,

 

Behold nightly shine! My tears snooze,

On wounds and scars you speak;

I shall dream him tonight, and fly

To heavens mystique.

 

Oh morning sunlight! My heart throbs,

As I drink your dazzle;

I shall see him today, within your

Hour and Tittle-tattle.

 

Visit  Elaine at http://www.stayathomejob.freeservers.com

 

Another poem by Elaine

Within This Sleep

Within this sleep before our God shall the wind sail from my red lips of wine; a vow to you with sweetness not forgot to burst above clouds and below ravines divine. It shall then feast the skies with sweetest of storms to lay my quest upon some maiden wing; to summon the breeze with invisible forms to wait and see what Angels shall bring.

 

The birds shall glide into majestic light to dive into the saddest of hearts above; there cast my wish for their feathery flight and crown my covenant upon you I do love. So I sit under this rhapsodic moon until I sink in the clearest of beams; and urge to mount the princely skies to charm the night through my tender dreams.

 

Should you lift this veil that plagues my sleep and not breath back my silent sails; I shall sip those tears from your tender cheek and unlock my heart from these bolts and nails. Should you bravely kneel before my grave where dead names roar on souls to borrow; I shall seek out Houdini to show me the path and fear no domain that weeps with sorrow.

 

From beyond this darkness that comforts my tomb your black eyes shall set me free; then we shall unite under some slumber moon where I shall whisper do you love me? And under the showers of primrose dusky rain engrave my heart with your name; for your black eyes shall set me free, my dearest one to ever be.

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