tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54263222011-04-21T21:07:34.446-07:00The Poet's StageThis is a place where we can all post our poems from the assignments and note (shout out) on them accordingly. Make sure to sign your 'sn' to each post so we know who wrote them!Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125348848975813733noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426322.post-1053906832550342172003-05-25T16:53:00.000-07:002003-05-25T16:53:51.966-07:00<u><i><b>Repetition</u></i></b>
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<br />It all began in a garden
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<br />So peaceful and serene,
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<br />The most beautiful place
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<br />You have never seen.
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<br />Apple trees and animals
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<br />All put there by God,
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<br />No one else had been there –
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<br />A place where no man had trod.
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<br />Then came a serpent,
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<br />So evil and vile –
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<br />It tried to trick Woman
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<br />With cunning and guile.
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<br />Woman couldn’t resist,
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<br />She just couldn’t turn away –
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<br />But God was watching her,
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<br />Looking down in dismay.
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<br />Man said to her
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<br />“Let’s hide”,
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<br />But the deed had been done,
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<br />This was the day purity died.
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<br />Since that day,
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<br />Free will has taken rein,
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<br />But it’s our own decision…
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<br />There’s no one else to blame.
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<br />There is no hiding,
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<br />No running from God –
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<br />No more places around
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<br />Where no man has trod.
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<br />Free will has taken us
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<br />From bad to worse, and yet…
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<br />When the darkness falls upon us
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<br />We think not to fret.
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<br />We cast blame on others,
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<br />We turn a deaf ear –
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<br />We watch the world crumble around us
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<br />As we merely watch in fear.
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<br />Some days we see the light,
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<br />Some days we rejoice –
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<br />Some days we pray to God,
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<br />Some days we hear his voice.
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<br />Some people fight for freedom,
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<br />Some people simply protest –
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<br />Some people don’t realize
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<br />What is the earthly quest.
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<br />The quest, in my eyes, at least
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<br />Is quite a simple one –
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<br />To live today to make certain
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<br />That past misdeeds are undone.
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<br />People are dying
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<br />In the world today,
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<br />Fighting and suffering –
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<br />And going astray.
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<br />Misshapen hearts
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<br />Are following the past,
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<br />Leading the future
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<br />Into oblivion aghast.
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<br />Try as we might,
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<br />We’ll never see again –
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<br />That garden in the beginning
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<br />So peaceful and serene.
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