My ABCz


After so much time,
Building a poetry profile,
Chances are I’ve written enough,
Done my fair share worthwhile,
Even when times were tough,
For a novice to write,
Gives a sense of pride,
Helping create my highlights,
Impressing those where I bide,
Just the thought of a challenge,
Keeps me writing all night,
Like an eagle with talons,
Makes me want to take flight,
No-one said it’d be easy,
Only that it’d be fun,
Playing with words like breezy,
Quenches me when I’m done,
Right when I wan’t to stop,
Seems to be the perfect time to start,
To write something that pops,
Until the sky is dark,
Verging on the redundant,
With the chance of being bad,
Xerographically showing what is abundant,
Yearning to make you glad,
Zooming me forward.

A Poet Without Their Pen


A poet without her pen,
Is a poet without her voice.
Muted and silent,
For no-one to read.
Unheard among the masses,
Unseen among the trees.
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A poet without his pen,
Is a poet without his power.
Weak and feeble,
Not able to help.
Unable to fight injustice,
Unacknowledged in the struggle.
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A poet with their pen,
Is a poet at their strongest.
Loud and visible,
Speaking for those who can’t.
Shouting for those in need,
Screaming to help the world.

For A Fallen Petal


A person is like a petal,
Each one adds to the flower,
As a person adds to a family,
Eventually a petal falls.
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Over time that gap will fill,
Although now time stands still,
And for now the gap is obvious,
But the gap is there for all of us.
***
There is a time for every petal,
As there is a time for all of us,
And when our petal falls,
We will land on God’s grass.

Winter of Love


As the nights grow cold,
the leaves on the trees grow weary,
But the heart grows warm,
and the legs grow steadfast.
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Where the certainty of the winter,
the lining of frost,
and the snow falls,
now grow the uncertainty of love.
*
The heart calls,
the leaves fall,
the mind feels,
the wind knows,
All will be well in the end.

My Friend Forever


Show me the life,
Show me the power,
I seek the time,
I seek the hour,
My love is yours,
My love is rare,
Keep close by me,
My fiend forever.

A Tear Is


A tear is but a story,
A story to be told,
A soul who needs someone,
Someone to hold,
To say the day,
will be ok,
To let them know everything,
will go their way.
My tears have begun to flow,
But I have no-one to hold.

The End


As a candle meets its base,
As the sunlight meets the empty space,
As the December meets the January,
As the day meets its tomorrow,
As life meets its death,
All things must come to an end,
The end.