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Troubles

Take all my troubles

Throw them down

Boot heel grind them into the ground

Take my big sorrow

Make it shatter

Into little pieces

That no longer matter

No more questions

I’ve had enough

We’ve known all along,

The answer’s love

World, show me your beauty

And your heart

That seems to be an honest way to start

Girl, show me your beauty

And your heart

That seems to be the best way to start

Take all my troubles

Throw them down

Boot heel grind them into the ground

Grind them into the ground

Into the ground

Into the ground

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A poem by Mike Oliver.

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Rhymes with Reason

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Rhymes with Reason

When does knowledge hit the ceiling

Nothing there revealing

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I’m standing at the intersection of flesh and spirit

Groans gain ground

Can you hear it?

No corners in a round

Make the circle sound in season

Anything that rhymes with reason

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When do the words stop meaning?

I see demeaning of the meaning

I live a lifetime in just one morning

Had you never heard the warning?

How many people must whisper to be heard?

How can you know before it has occurred?

678 records; 678 nuns

Trying still to find the right word.

The right word?

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Have you, my plainspoken love?

Have you listened, have you seen?

The solo flight of the white dove?

Have you heard? Surely you’ve heard.

The plaintive cry of the yellow bird.

To everything there is a season

Anything that rhymes with reason

 

–Mike Oliver–

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What is more fragile than a relationship?

What is more fragile than a relationship?

A day too  old rose waiting for one touch to send petals spinning to the ground.

The stability of a family facing a future with too many ifs.

The conviction that doing right  is always right.  Or always doing right is  right.

The profundity of a well educated person.

The joy of sleeping when really really worn  out.

The reality you see right now.

The love you can’t define but know it’s true.

The knowledge that the straight trail  is better than the switchback.

The theory that a theory is not truth.

The laugh between old friends you may not see again.

The idea that your decisions don’t affect the world.

The notion that there are things that are impossible.

Caring, love as I rearrange everything

What is rare as a loving relationship?

DId you find that yellow bird?