"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“I’ve Come”

I've  Come

The night’s no longer,
Nor is the day,
Of endless hunger,
Nor men astray.
For with a thunder,
God did say,
“No more plunder,
Nor evil ways.”

“I’ve come you see,
To put a stop
To mans disease,
Like days of Lot.
Men do tease,
With evil thought,
On bended knees,
They smite the rock.”

“Governments of death,
Nations of plutocracy,
Where evil nests,
Devouring democracy.
The people’s best,
Full of bureaucracy,
Never they rest,
In all their hypocrisy.”

“For lack of plenty,
The people starve,
Deprived of money,
Society marred.
What some think funny,
Leave others scarred,
Bees and honey,
Are forever barred.”

“Yes, you see,
With a hunger,
I’ve come to thee,
To cure my blunder.
You and me,
And all my wonder,
I take from thee,
And do so smother.”

And with his hand,
The night was no longer,
Nor was the day.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“As Shadows Fall”

As Shadows Fall

As the shadows fall,
And our time grows near,
Rejoice in it all,
And have no fear.
For it’s home that calls,
Those shadows we hear.

We’ve fallen from grace,
To be reprieved in life,
A chance to save face,
Through tribulation and strife.
Try not to lay waste,
This chance given twice.

This life is not home,
But a place to see,
Of the seeds we’ve sown,
And for whom we’ve pleased.
Our chance, if not blown,
To the heavens we‘ll be.

As the stars grow bright,
And open their womb,
Lighting up the night,
For they shine not for whom.
But for those who’ve stood right,
And strong through the gloom.

Time is but a speck,
In the existence of it all,
Like the dust on a deck,
Or an atom, so very small.
Pray life was well spent,
. . . .. As the shadows begin to fall.. . . .

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Only Borrowed”

Only Borrowed

Time is so distant,
Not in the future, but now.
You cry for this instance,
But why, you know not how.

It’s sad your whimpering,
Your crying, so much deferent.
For me, life is movement,
A door to an entrance.

A beginning of a sort,
Something you can’t clue.
When our time comes,
And it will, just don‘t be blue.

We write, we sing,
We live like no tomorrow.
But we lost life’s meaning,
Our time only borrowed.

Whispering our songs,
In sounds never heard.
Sweet melody we hear,
Like the song of a bird.

The Lord, he awaits,
To hold us in his arms.
Behind heaven’s gates,
And all it’s charms.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Dead Asleep”

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As I lay here, on my bed,
Wide awake, but yet asleep.

On the floor,
An apple core,
An open door,
There is no more.

All alone, within my room,
A window sill, a door it creaks.
Am I dreaming, I’m awake,
Just lying here, a top my sheets?

There screams a crow,
Along a shore,
No one knows,
Why no more.

A lonely trail,
A line of trees,
A lizards tail,
And winter breeze.

A single bike,
An empty town,
A moonlit night,
Nowhere a sound.

In the distance, rings a bell,
Pulling me, from in my sleep.
A rippling creek, a river bank,
A mountain top, a flock of sheep.

In my head,
There it’s said,
With this thread,
Your soul I’ll shed.

A feather falls, a candles’ lit,
A blinding light, A soothing heat.
There again, a voice it says,
Make no mistake, it’s what you reap.

The road you took, the life you led,
Your mine to take, while your asleep.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“The Awe of It All”.. . . . .

The Awe of It All (Lined)

We Are Not ‘This’ Creature,
This Thing We See Before Us.
We Are ‘That’ That’s From Within,
As One With The Universe.

We Are Not That We Are,
But,.. . . .
‘That’ We Have Always Been.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved