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She’s a smile in the rain, she’s the sun on the rise
She’s a heavenly angel in mortal disguise,
She is birdsong on evenings when time is stood still
She is sacred and pure, like a prayer on a hill,
She bears wisdom and patience of every degree
And her thoughts reach much further than eyesight can see,
She’s the stillness of dawn and the first breath of day
And her kiss takes the pain of her children away.


She bears loads with the ease of a whispering breeze
And she’s so aware of the moments to seize
From the mixture of life she is moulded and cast
Like a pure figurine of her future and past,
She touches the air with such delicacy
That there’s barely a ripple upon life’s tired sea,
And she sleeps on a ribbon of silken refrain
Like a song in the night that drifts closer again.


She bears tears with the grace of a silver soft stream
And her soul holds much more that a wish and a dream,
She is wondrous contentment and happiness plied
In her everything lives, and no good things have died,
In her heart there’s no room for dark negative thought
It’s a butterfly Dream Catcher heaven has wrought
And the smile in her eyes drifting gently above
Is a mirror reflecting a woman of love…


 

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It seems that no-one on this site would know good poetry if it came up and slapped them on the face...bsd.

This is not a crit page. If you read the instructions, and wanted comments you should have posted it on the 'Poetry Critique' page, since you didn't, no one commented.
 
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Words crafted in joy,
given in beauty, turn'd sour
by crap attitude.
 

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How are you going to fit this whole thing onto one placemat?
 
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It seems that no-one on this site would know good poetry if it came up and slapped them on the face...bsd.

Knock off the attitude. Engage with poetry forum people, comment on their work. They like to reciprocate.
this attitude isn't very inviting though.
If you want critique, I will move it for you. Lots of our regulars focus their energies in that room.

For future though, don't insult us. Show some respect.

Let me know if you want to try again.
 

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It seems that no-one on this site would know good poetry if it came up and slapped them on the face...bsd.

Great. Tell you what, you can go bitch somewhere else.

Ere Pallas issued from the Thund’rer’s head,
Dulness o’er all possess’d her ancient right,
Daughter of Chaos and eternal Night:
Fate in their dotage this fair idiot gave,
Gross as her sire, and as her mother grave;
Laborious, heavy, busy, bold, and blind,
She ruled, in native anarchy, the mind.
Still her old empire to restore she tries,
For, born a Goddess, Dulness never dies.
 
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