Angels Have No Wings

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Angels Have No Wings

(A poem for Randi)

By Philip Duggan

Darkness and biting nerves a constant fray

Wearing and churning

Vicious storms eroding the day away.

She is so different, he is so odd

But what’s so bad about that? Tell me please!

The endless rocking, whatever soothes and brings calm

From a day of neglect and disregard.

Mistreated he is, in a state of qualm.

Yet kindness and intellect abound within.

Courage and honesty are her traits.

What’s so bad about that, I’d like to know!

Angels have no wings, but they can fly.

Oh they can soar

Over barricades, over mountains high!

Angels have no wings, but they can fly.

Above the accusing roar

Loud as a lions pride

Stout hearts pounding into freedom’s sky!

She’s a pulsar, painting nebula masterpieces.

He sculpts the heavens

With gentle hands and divine reaches.

She is so different, he is odd.

But what’s wrong with that, please tell me now?

Beethoven saw music as colors.

Salvador Dali warped and melted the world.

Frida Kahlo in painful suffering brushed magical paintings.

So very different, so very odd.

I see nothing wrong with that, won’t you agree?

Angels have no wings, but they can fly.

Oh they can soar

Over barricades, over mountains high!

Angels have no wings, but they can fly.

Above the accusing roar

Loud as a lions pride

Stout hearts pounding into freedom’s sky!

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