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Reflection on Lake Calhoun
i've looked for god in every tree,
in every flower, and every bee.
i've listened for god's spoken word
in every single sound i've heard.
i've learned enough to tend my ways
toward compassion, love,
and beauty's praise.
i understand
i'm just one part
of the masterpiece
that is god's art.
i trust one day that i will know
how deep in love one man can grow
and on that day i hope to see
the face of god smiling back at me.
i've looked for god in every tree,
in every flower, and every bee.
i've listened for god's spoken word
in every single sound i've heard.
i've learned enough to tend my ways
toward compassion, love,
and beauty's praise.
i understand
i'm just one part
of the masterpiece
that is god's art.
i trust one day that i will know
how deep in love one man can grow
and on that day i hope to see
the face of god smiling back at me.
Susan B. Anthony
Oh, my Lady,
i hope it don't disturb you
when you find
that you've become the object
of my romantic mind.
The Muse is always searching
and it seems that she has found
inspiration in your eyes
and in the soulful sound
of the softness of your voice.
So you see, it leaves no choice
but for me to write.
It was just last night
when i met you on the lane,
almost immediately
my brain began to swim.
So please don't think me dim,
or just another dope,
because i kind of got the hope
of meeting you again.
At least, to be your friend,
and see if you inspire my Muse to catch on fire
(or something even higher)
Please tell me, lovely Lady,
what is your desire?
Oh, my Lady,
i hope it don't disturb you
when you find
that you've become the object
of my romantic mind.
The Muse is always searching
and it seems that she has found
inspiration in your eyes
and in the soulful sound
of the softness of your voice.
So you see, it leaves no choice
but for me to write.
It was just last night
when i met you on the lane,
almost immediately
my brain began to swim.
So please don't think me dim,
or just another dope,
because i kind of got the hope
of meeting you again.
At least, to be your friend,
and see if you inspire my Muse to catch on fire
(or something even higher)
Please tell me, lovely Lady,
what is your desire?
Beauty's Curse
Beauty is a blessing but can also be a curse,
for those of limited scope
would exploit it for its worth.
The flower in the field will flourish
bringing joy to every bee
who buzz about its pleasant scent
in peaceful harmony;
But if a lover likes its looks
they kill it when they can
to gain a smile from their love
while it withers till its end.
The beauty of the big brown bear
lies in his coat of fur
which is the reason why he's killed
to make a covering for the floor.
And in the tree its beauty lies
in its standing tall, and proud.
But men would profit from its strength
and aim to chop it down.
Why would man not wish to be one
with all these living things
and let them live their fullest lives
while in harmony, he sings?
Oh, woman, i have seen you sought
by men of selfish lust
who would attempt to take your soul
once they have gained your trust.
I'm not like them,
though i am drawn
to your blossum
by its beauty.
I am the bee,
content to buzz,
producing poems
as sweet as honey.
Beauty is a blessing but can also be a curse,
for those of limited scope
would exploit it for its worth.
The flower in the field will flourish
bringing joy to every bee
who buzz about its pleasant scent
in peaceful harmony;
But if a lover likes its looks
they kill it when they can
to gain a smile from their love
while it withers till its end.
The beauty of the big brown bear
lies in his coat of fur
which is the reason why he's killed
to make a covering for the floor.
And in the tree its beauty lies
in its standing tall, and proud.
But men would profit from its strength
and aim to chop it down.
Why would man not wish to be one
with all these living things
and let them live their fullest lives
while in harmony, he sings?
Oh, woman, i have seen you sought
by men of selfish lust
who would attempt to take your soul
once they have gained your trust.
I'm not like them,
though i am drawn
to your blossum
by its beauty.
I am the bee,
content to buzz,
producing poems
as sweet as honey.
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