General Poetry posted January 26, 2015


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When does the watched pot turn

The Pot Boils

by Walter L. Jones



Some time expectations are not what we think


Heard the color of the evening

as it slips away

Say the trying of redeeming

Is really the slave



Don't you feel the wind

As it leaves the place

Where the child speaks

of heaven and hate



Morning is the wander

of the soul that is lost

What is the saving grace

where to you pay the cost



Walk the shadows

see the glory there

Feel the heaven

lost in my lovers hair



With the morning

light I left

This place of despair

for it is in the shadows



that I see her there

Pick the flowers

in the dawning

see the angels on the fly



With a raining silhouette

I can see only children cry

If you are the leader

then why tell the lie



All will follow

till the day they die

Like the last of light

from a dying sky



Only victims

of the fight

have a right to cry

She walked tall



but among them

sweet the taste

upon the soul



And the last

of the heroes

finally let go



Don't you question

don't lift another soul

For the words are golden

just let the bad ones go



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