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The Lonely

by

Betty Black

Senic beauty of majestic view of summer delight;
Dusk brings on darkness with fire flies flight.
At the waters edge you stand tall with soulful pride;
As the fish jump up to eat bugs on the other side.

I sit back only to watch you from a safe distance;
Wondering if fate will be fair, you in your stance.
I know you don't know I am around or that I care;
So I breathe in deeply as I continual to stare.

This quiet time of longing in my soul I search;
I try to shake this feeling my heart begins to lurch.
It is far and between times when I see your smile;
Hoping for an exchange of thoughts then after awhile.

I realize I can't touch upon what I'd like to say;
As I reach out in dreams be the time night or day.
I've called you Lazor, Fantasy Lover, Strange Confusion;
Without realitys touch, no love, I have this illusion.

Why do people long for someone they can't have or touch;
How can they look at someone then love them so much.
When does attraction turn to desire then into love;
Why does this scare one so badly they can only shove.

Questions I have many as I tingle when I see your face;
I wish I had all the answer's then maybe I could trace.
How you have this magetic strong hold on my heart;
Then the love affair would be simple I'd have a start.

But then I'm afraid of you, its my heart you'd steal;
Confusion of the one I love I do know what I feel.
For me it is more than senual, love has a wider range;
I can't believe I'm in love with you isn't this strange.


High Lander

by

Betty Black

The man of the mountain at the edge he stand high;
As he reaches up to touch the clouds in the sky.
He looks down upon the valley respecting the land;
As he knows he is one with nature, a speacial man.

He scans the world he lives in looking far and wide;
As he looks upon this part of his soul with pride.
He looks at the tuffs of grass as he pulls at the root;
The thoughts he has is pure, he is one with the truth.

He feels close to Heaven and he believes in God's book;
He knows God's son died for him, he has only to look.
These feelings of oneness with nature will alway last;
Wrongs are turn to right his mistakes are in the past.

This part of Heaven, the gift of peace that nature gives;
Knowing that after he leaves this world, he'll still live.
He'll give up one beautiful life to find a new release.
He'll move on to Heaven to feel love with the Angels peace.

But for now his trip isn't over he stops by a stream;
He knows this part of his world is his reality dream.
He looks at the tree lines, he hears the chrips of birds;
Remembering his lessons of love with God's wisdom and words.

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Hear t Of A Dragon

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Betty Black

The dragon flies through the air with pride and love;
As the dragon slayer trails him with his sword and gloves.
As he moves in his world and he searches with his eyes;
For the truth of many with loyality he flies along the sky.

With graceful movements he turns his head, flaps his wings;
Longing for peace on earth with the truth that it brings.
His disappointment in all forms of hate brings his tears;
He longs to put love and peace together as he hides his fears.

His heart is pure of thought, to right wrongs he tries;
His heart is broken at what he see's as he flies by.
In the dragons travels of true love he will never tire;
He has thoughts of purification he could bring with fire.

He shakes his head for hope isn't dead within himself;
How can he change the world with anger, how can he help.
He is not afraid of the dangers upon the road men ran;
If only others would help themselves for them he'd stand.

This heartache would end with the help of a few sound minds;
He thinks back to yesteryear as he hopes to turn back time.
Together with man they would stop this to have a new start;
If only people would pull together and be true of heart.

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The Guardian

by

Betty Black

Why are you so anger, why are you so mad;
What are all the reasons for your being sad.
Theres no reason for all to filfull your needs;
There is love all around you so please take heed.

No reason for the pain or those hot tears;
I'll be there forever, never to disappear.
I'll talk with you so you can do the right thing;
To help you make those choices its love that I bring.

When things go wrong don't call this fate;
Let go of misunderstand don't you hate.
I am the one who guides you through life;
To help you love and forget all your strife.

I will be there to help you I'll never leave;
My wings will touch you and to you I clieve.
I pass no judgement as I will aways be fair;
Be grateful for things in life even the air.

My halo of light will brightly shine on you;
My feathers will touch your heart with love too.
I will fly with you through the sadness and seasons sun;
I'll follow through for you in all things my speacial one.

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With Honor We Fight

by

Betty Black

Who are you to bring on destruction and a certain death;
Bin Ladon America will fight you with our last breath.
Who are you really but a liar that brings with him fear;
As you kill innocent people all you caused was tears.
Two towers that were a image made of cement and steel;
With your cowards of destruction that couldn't even feel.

What have you brought to your people but death and strife;
In the name of your fake religion thats taken so much life.
You claim this is the Holy War this is how it will begin;
But you have to know that God will judge you in the end.
You claim to believe in God that you are doing his will;
After thousands of your people parish lets see how you feel.

9-11 will be your down fall like the coward you are, you run.
Bin Ladon beware of America with our will and smoking guns.
Its a shame that your afraid of what our Goverment will do;
I know you'll hide out in the caves like a rat thats you.
Grief has ran rapid as we buried our dead to build again;
You haven't won Asama Bin Ladon is the message I will send.

America the Public, the land of the free with many choices;
Raises up the flag even higher as we shout with our voice.
In the memories of the thousand lost and with a broken heart.
We won't ever leave you alone, to your dying day then we will part.
So look in front, on either side then you can then look behind;
To pass on the justice you gave to many then we will find peace of mind.

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Horse On Wheels

by

Betty Black

Grandma came running down the hill when she heard me scream;
With terror of being face down off the bridge or to me it seemed.
She jumped off the bank and she grabbed me then held me close;
She was as white as a sheet and she acted as if she'd seem a ghost.
The headless horse with wheels were underwater Grandma was glad;
As she yelled at my Uncles carelessness, boy was she mad.

The buggie was made from the slats from the barn made into a box;
With the handle tied to the wheels as a guide so it would lock.
Upon the box was a saddle to sit up on then you could ride;
The guide acted as a axel and upon this a cord was tied.
They rode down one hill and then they drove up the other;
As the bumps in the road and gravel made their body shutter.

They would ride down again, come up with the wind and the thrill;
But for a little girl to guide this was just asking to get killed.
My grandma took me back to the house saying, child you are a sight;
When you screamed out young'un I almost died of fright.
You just wait until Daddy comes home and this I will tell;
How your Uncles let you get on that thing and how you fell.

In a small voice I said, Grandma it isn't their fault;
When they turned around I grabbed it before getting caught.
Please don't tell Grandpa, I don't want anyone mad at me;
She didn't get on my Uncles but she took me over her knee.
Grandpa came home saying to me, what happened to you;
I fell off the bridge then my grandma giggled too.

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Evil Town

by

Betty Black

A dead town, slow moving crowds, a decieving sight;
Secret knocks on windows in the darkest blind night.
Quietly they creep down allyways, down tree lined streets;
Theifs of your emotions people living in their deceit.

Everyone is related to one another these so called friends;
Waiting to get over on you, you know its time to move again.
Everyone knows what is going on, all the things you should know;
They watch your every move and they know everywhere you go;

Theres no respect of ones life, no love or bright sparks;
The ones you think are decent the world and them are dark.
Someone is walking in causing trouble and loads of grief;
They will try to steal your soul away most are emotional thiefs.

You try to rely on your up bringing, you try not to hate;
But your emotions are like a rollercoaster, it is to late.
You can't forget the lies as your lost in all the strain;
No one cares about your plight as they see you in pain.

Your life isn't your own anymore, you know of strife;
Then you relize they want to be you, wheres the life.
In being made into a jester or even worse a clown;
This evil village full of idiots in this nowhere town.

You forget to be happy, love slips away, you can't smile;
You dread to see tomorrow, fear stays there after awhile.
Maybe someone could love you but it is hard to believe;
The house you thought love bought you now want to leave.

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My Best Friend Frannie Lou

by

Betty Black

Let me share my friend with you her name is Frannie Lou;
No matter what the problem is she is there for you.
She's a trustworthy friend and she will never repeat;
The things you tell her, she is very complete.
She's there through the good times and all of the bad;
She lets you cry and yell on her shoulder when your mad.

She tries to come up with the solution to your fear;
She will help you emotional as she stops your tears.
This tiny little person Frannie is only five foot one;
She has a great personality and she loves to have fun.
A red head with a slight temper she is a true friend;
Even if you don't like the message that she sends.

Frannie Lou is very speacial and she is Gods gift;
As she watches your reaction as they begin to shift.
I know I will have to thank her and to her I reach;
Those times she has helped me, to others I will teach.
Those jestures of kindness this true friend of the heart;
Let this friendship last forever and we will never part.

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