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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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You will feel alright
In the pain it always rains
and darkness blots the light
but dark today will go away
then you will feel alright.
Charles M. Moore
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Your love
Your love,
Is like the morning breeze
who's velvet touch caresses me
Your love,
Is like a flake of snow
that mingles with the frost below
Your love,
Is like the midnight sky
that never seems to fade or die
Your love,
Is like a melody
that floats on air enticing me
Your love,
Is like a sparkling wine
that haunts my soul and clears my mind
Your love,
Is like a childs kiss
Your love,
Is all that I could wish.
Charles M. Moore
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On a lonely mountain
On a lonely mountain
in a far and distant land
lives a man that's seen the world go round
since the world began
the storytellers tell me
when a stranger passes by
if he listens to the mountain
he can hear the old man cry
'Tell your friends when you go home
To change the path they're walking on
The world will fall into decay
And man will simply pass away
What's right is right, What's done is done
You should unite and act as one
So think as you go on your way
Remember what you hear me say'.
The old man is the keeper
the mountain is the key
when man goes wrong the mountain cracks
and crumbles to the sea
the sands are washed on every shore
and if you are inclined
you could look upon those grains of sand
as man's eternal crimes.
Charles M. Moore
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The Westward Ho! diamonds
I once heard a story from an old man I knew
about Westward Ho! diamonds and the story was true
when pirates sailed off to strange lands unknown
a daring young sailor left his sweetheart at home
He told her he loved her and he'd be back soon
with diamonds he'd dress her and make her heart swoon
he sailed for some island the old man did say
that was used by the spaniards to store booty away
Time passed and the young girl would stand on the shore
searching for signs of the love she adored
crying and weeping a sign came at last
out there in the distance she saw a ships mast
It soon came in closer the tides raced it home
and there on the deck was the love that she'd known
holding a sackfull of diamonds and jewels
as into the waves she ran like a fool
He jumped into save her and swam through the swell
but the sack full of hopes for the love he held
pulled him below neath the waves to his grave
and the girl that he loved well she never was saved
You may think it's silly, you may think it strange
but the Westward Ho! diamonds are still there today
and if you look closely and if you look deep
you will see them around you but still out of reach
They are there in their millions you will see them around
different shapes different sizes are there to be found
when the tide washes over they all dissappear
but the Westward Ho! diamonds are there all the year.
Charles M. Moore
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