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Best Poems From
CHRISTOPHER THOR BRITT
(31 July,1971)
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Daffodil Dreams
Living rays of sunshine in fragrant blossom hide their countenance from
The silver face of the moon riding high outside her window
From twilight 'til dawn they in patience 'bide the night while
Keeping silent vigil o'er the lone sleeper that lay before them.
A smile appears as she dreams of open air in the spring, running thru
The bright summer gardens and dancing with the memories of autumn.
Now, as the winter winds howl outside her window, she dreams of
Warm kisses and a man with daffodils in his outstretched hand.
Christopher Thor Britt
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Endless Night
Barely is man alive before
Death comes to claim his bride.
Thus betrothed we must abide
Less willing, the groom to meet
Death feigns to court us from the rift of
Time and space. He sends his gifts of
War and plague and violent shifts
His harvest soon to reap
When the endless night does come and
Life upon the Earth is done
No place for wanton souls to run
Their maker soon will meet
If you die before you wake and
Find youve made a grave mistake
Your prayers, too little and much too late
May find deaf ears to boot
But, if you wake before you die and
Take the blinders from your eyes
Youll see that death is but a lie and
Live to see the truth
Christopher Thor Britt
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First Embrace
- Oh lover, fair with moonlit eyes
For you my heart sore aches
With depths of passion yet untapped by mortals, love to make
Your silken hair of fire gold
Your eyes of twilight blue
Have put to shame the star-lit night in beauty next to you
Oh lover of my waking thoughts and
Dreams that come by eve
Come to me now my love, my soul and grant this heart reprieve
These gentle lips do for you wait
These hands to show you grace
Will cause us never to forget this night, our first embrace
Christopher Thor Britt
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I Know An Angel
A cup of cafι almond mocha
On any given day means
Theres an angel sitting there beside me.
When gentle words make all things right
And balm a wounded soul, I know
An angels there to comfort and to guide me.
When I am weak or when Im strong
Or think Im right when I am wrong
My angels there to love and sometimes chide me.
As dreams are dreamed and trials come
Ill not face them alone, because
I know an angel walks this earth beside me.
I know an angel walks this earth beside me.
Christopher Thor Britt
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