The little old house

At the end of the lane

Empty now,

Things will never be the same.

                                            Once full of

Laughter and happiness,

 Sits now in total decay

Since the owners,

The Berry’s have passed away.

The parties and picnics

That were given

 Remain in the memory

Of those still living.

Each holiday had its’ displays

Thanksgiving and Christmas

The most beautiful always.

Funny how time and life

Pass on,

But good times and pleasant

Memories

Will forever linger on.

Stories will be told

By folks who grew old,

But remember just the same,

 the good times held

in the little old house

At the end of the lane.

Tom Fenning

10/15/2006

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Hallow heart,
once made of gold.
You I sold.
No one foretold.

To he who has it,
never part.
Can’t return it now,
I must restart.

To he who has it,
you have all force.
Strength deep within the source,
feel no remorse.

Heart of hearts,
I once knew.
From the start.
Full of truth.

Not bound by glue,
to me this day.
Hallowed out now,
with new decay.

My spirit and soul,
still remain.
That I cannot change.

Hallow heart,
once made of gold.
Forgive me heart,
for you I sold.

Given away,
not for montery gain,
to help a man,
for he could not understand.

Selfish was he who emptied my heart,
selfish was he for he knew from the start.

He was less than whole,
playing a role.
Life out of control.
Seeking a soul.

To he who was empty.
Golden no more.
To he who was broken,
No wings to soar.

High was the cost,
that day I lost,
that day I sold,
my heart of gold.

To he who has it now.
No longer creep,
no longer crawl.

Use the love to change your life.
Rid yourself of all the strife.

To he who has it,
live life anew,
with your gold heart,
a new fresh start.

Change the pain,
so others can gain.
Knowledge retain,
from love you obtained.

When strength renews all blues.
Give the golden heart away.
Do not betray that day.
On your gold heart it will weigh.

It will be your day.
Do not be led astray.
Give that golden heart away.

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Lean into me,
because this i can see,
that you and I,
were meant to fly free.

Lean into me and this you’ll see.
you gave me some peace,
may i share some with you?

You gave me your heart,
not knowing at the start,
that you and I,
were meant to fly.

If all is too much and all is too new,
just lean into me like I leaned into you.

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Express no words.
Better not say,
for words betray.

Each lie causes my heart to frey,
torn apart in pure decay.

Rather hear no words at all now,
Silence is my only sound.

Comforts me when no one is around.
In silence lies the truth profound.

Not afraid to be alone.
Not afraid of the unknown.

Rather hear no words from you.
Rather hear no words untrue.

Prefer to hear my own heart beat.
Than hear the words of such deceit.

Leave me in my silence.
in my peace of mind.

In my thoughts I don’t rewind.
No words to me can bind.

Words are nothing to me now.
Cannot make me stand,
or make me fall.
To me they do not enthrall.

No need for you to say a word,
no sounds need be transferred.

If too hard for you to follow.
If in words, you must wallow.
Spreading the hopes of fairy tale dreams,
Confusing the heart with new kinds of schemes.

Just try to stop yourself,
close your mouth.
Don’t say a word to me,
you just flee.

Throw all those words to the wind.
Far away from here.
To my heart they won’t adhere.
Let them disappear.

Leave me now.
No pain or sorrow.
Better now,
before tomorrow.

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Love can also be a pain.

Love can work wonders

Love can also make you ponder.

Love is a key to an open door

and find in your heart there’s room for more.

Love can be blind or love can be kind,

but you will always find

there’s a place in your heart.

No matter when or how long you’re apart.

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A meaningful look, secrets to share.

Love is a mood, laughter or tears,

Shared by two hearts that grow close through the years.

Love is faith that dreams come true,

Love is wonderful; Love is you!

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Both beautiful and sweet.

Love is like the sun and moon,

Both hot and cold.

Love is between two people,

Love is love, it’s just up to you.

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                                                                           Autumn

Autumn has arrived.

 Trees decked out in Joseph’s coat

Reds, yellows, orange, rust, green

And every hue in between.

 Leaves dancing and fluttering in the wind

 Drop to earth

In a dizzy spin.

This wonderful display

Is short lived.

Winters winds will soon move in,

 Earth takes on a

Different glow

With the arrival of first white snow.

Bundle up and brave the cold

Use both hands

Your hat to hold.

Quickly scurry to where

You’re going

Because the winds are

Coldly blowing.

Hurry home where the fire glows.

It will toast your frozen toes.

Have yourself a nice

Hot toddy

It will quickly

Warm your body.

Slip off your shoes

Turn the TV on

 Watch the news.

Sleepily walk up the stairs

For your nightly snooze.

Say your prayers

 jump into bed.

Let the winds howl

And scream

While you enjoy

 Some pleasant dream.

Thomas Fenning

10/22/04

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Does anything in this earth, ever perish?
And disappear into nothingness and void?
A leaf, a life, a flower, a song, a rainbow!

A tree, a leaf, or a flower, when it withers
The good earth receives it with pleasure.
It dissolves with the mud, in its source.
The roots take away the substances,
And bring them back to life.
The remnants of a human being disintegrate and
Unite with the five elements which composed it.

The whole earth is a grand grave yard,
For withered, battered, and dead lives;
Buried and hidden in its cavernous womb;
Over millenniums, ever procreating
From the debris of accumulated fragments,
In another shape; tubers, cereals, fruits, crops,
And food for whatever we eat as flesh,
To complete the cycle of life, in the universe.
Even the scattered ash over water
Comes back as salt from the sea in our food.

Nothing can be severed from anything eternally.
That proclivity exists in everything, animate or
Inanimate, similar to proton-neutron relation.
That is human bondage, nature’s bondage

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