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Hope you enjoy my poetry, all works
are original and are copyrighted as such. If you wish to use them please email me.
Thank you, sincerely.
Shannon M. Hartzell
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Say it different but it's still the same !
Say it different, but it's still the
same
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Say it different, but it's still the
same
Where we place our hearts and feel
our pain
Thorn in my finger, burn on my soul
All of the things weve left untold
I've died inside, so many times
Yet reborn, from a place so far
But still so close like the rising
sun
Breath in long, breath in slow
Close your eyes and rest your soul.
Shan © '06
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Delta morning
Delta morning
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Delta morning hanging warm, and so low
to the earth
Barely a breath, with dew the cool
night has sown
Waves in the distance bring the smell
of salt air
Magnolias, heavly scented blend the
two fragrances as one
Blended beyond words, to a smell you
must live
The Ravens squawk warnings from
distant trees
Big loggers lay basking in the warm
morning sun
The Delta lives on as she has always
done
with near the whisper
of things that belong
Shan©'06
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You please
Whisp of fragrance
In a gentle breeze
Scent awakes
my senses pleased
Warm with peace
my soul at ease
I touch the Sun
and again I see
Shan©
Questions
Voices echo..........through endless
halls
Room after Room I hear their calls
Search in vain
for the echo's source
I hear them die
with no remorse
I hear them die
under my own voice
Shan Hartzell 2005 ©
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" Forgiven "
Blood flows from gaping holes
Cut by roaming crowds
The taste sank in once again
As it made a Godless sound
All of it lies those chilling cries
That echoed thru the street
As the mob pushed down
They stole his crown
and layed it at his feet
Shan Hartzell
2004 ©
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Light and shadows
roll past me like windows on a bus
Flickering gold and black blotches
of an exhuasted afternoon
Tempting the night dwellers
crawling out to take the last breath
of a dying day
You breath the street in slowly
Digesting the signs left by the prophets
of anarchy
Water wets your soul
as you walk on it
Shadows cast your reflection
out into the night
Temples of brick and glass guide your
way into the city of salvation
Shan 2003 ©
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Untitled
I am both the water and the wall
Water that comes crashing in,
in against the wall
Breaking up in torrents,
ebbs and falls
Pulling at my spirit,
Washing at my soul
Shan 2005 ©
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Untitled
Night slipped on in silence
daylight walked away
Fallowed by the shadows
of moonless stary haze
Sublime in it's majesty
as the night unfolds
Life forms in her blanket
Reborn in her dawn
and the mysteries of her cycle
flow forever on
Shan......2003 ©
This poem is given with all heart to Jamie Pelkey
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My Image
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My mirror broke my image.
Reflecting a million pieces of my soul.
Shan Hartzell 2002
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Sweat pour
Rain down, Rain down cloudless
skies
Sunshine hot against my skin
Sweat pour, from infinite rivers
wet against my brow
Shannon Hartzell 2002©
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