glenda-lee-woodson - Hello Poetry

Put my red lipstick and boots on, I was ready to party until dawn. Had a good time on a Saturday night. Had my best lady there and flowers in my hair. Had a good time on a Saturday night. Danced like a fool 'cuz tequila is fuel. Had a good time on a Saturday night. The caged bird was freed, like a well watered seed. Had a good time on a Saturday night. Drank, sang, danced, and played. Had a good time on a Saturday night.

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Jul 8, 2019

Jul 8, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC

Saturday Night

Put my red lipstick and boots on, I was ready to party until dawn. Had a good time on a Saturday night. Had my best lady there and flowers in my hair. Had a good time on a Saturday night. Danced like a fool 'cuz tequila is fuel. Had a good time on a Saturday night. The caged bird was freed, like a well watered seed. Had a good time on a Saturday night. Drank, sang, danced, and played. Had a good time on a Saturday night.

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I shall fill the hole you left in my heart with books. That way it can know what a happily ever after can be.

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Mar 16, 2017

Mar 16, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC

Library Heart

I shall fill the hole you left in my heart with books. That way it can know what a happily ever after can be.

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Pick up your Paper Mate and write until the hurt goes away, little fighter. Look at all you've overcome and how much more you have to defeat... The pain only lasts a little while; and you will be left with only scars as a reminder. Most will be invisible, but those make you the strongest.

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Apr 17, 2016

Apr 17, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC

Ink and Scars

Pick up your Paper Mate and write until the hurt goes away, little fighter. Look at all you've overcome and how much more you have to defeat... The pain only lasts a little while; and you will be left with only scars as a reminder. Most will be invisible, but those make you the strongest.

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Tumbling, tumbling She f a l l s Down, down, down. It seems she's always gazing up from her place in the ground. She is Alice in a cycle of bad. Splintered Alice, no Carroll in sight. All mad, no mathematics. Wake up little Alice! ! ! ! ! P Wake U Stop eating those Underland treats. Don't drink any more of the tum tum tree juice... It only releases the predator in you. Dear girl, Don't you see? All the wonder you need Lies deep down within. Curiouser and curiouser That you don't know the magic and POWER You had from conception. So Alice, if you would please Stop chasing white rabbits, Stepping through mirrors Searching for a world of your own. Create your world in the here and now. ! p u S a e things h k

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Apr 9, 2016

Apr 9, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC

Down the Rabbit Hole

Tumbling, tumbling She f a l l s Down, down, down. It seems she's always gazing up from her place in the ground. She is Alice in a cycle of bad. Splintered Alice, no Carroll in sight. All mad, no mathematics. Wake up little Alice! ! ! ! ! P Wake U Stop eating those Underland treats. Don't drink any more of the tum tum tree juice... It only releases the predator in you. Dear girl, Don't you see? All the wonder you need Lies deep down within. Curiouser and curiouser That you don't know the magic and POWER You had from conception. So Alice, if you would please Stop chasing white rabbits, Stepping through mirrors Searching for a world of your own. Create your world in the here and now. ! p u S a e things h k

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He makes me feel beautiful. Not Vogue beautiful that can be washed away with soap and water. No, he makes me feel Botticelli angel beautiful. Venus de Milo. Starry Night... He makes me feel like art in his private gallery. He looks at me with all the wonder and amazement children have before the world turns them cold. I am a fairy tale and all his wishes come true. A fine wine to be savored; taking in all my subtle notes with each sip his eyes take of me...

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Jan 7, 2016

Jan 7, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC

Beautiful

He makes me feel beautiful. Not Vogue beautiful that can be washed away with soap and water. No, he makes me feel Botticelli angel beautiful. Venus de Milo. Starry Night... He makes me feel like art in his private gallery. He looks at me with all the wonder and amazement children have before the world turns them cold. I am a fairy tale and all his wishes come true. A fine wine to be savored; taking in all my subtle notes with each sip his eyes take of me...

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The world sent out a cry for help, but it fell upon the deafened and distracted ears of her leaders. And just like that she could hold back no longer. A thousand tears rushed out before a single word was said. Look at my collection of music if you want to judge me. You'll get a better understanding than me telling you a million and one stories. What's life without music? It's like chocolate; it goes with everything.

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Oct 8, 2015

Oct 8, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC

Dip Into My Thoughts

The world sent out a cry for help, but it fell upon the deafened and distracted ears of her leaders. And just like that she could hold back no longer. A thousand tears rushed out before a single word was said. Look at my collection of music if you want to judge me. You'll get a better understanding than me telling you a million and one stories. What's life without music? It's like chocolate; it goes with everything.

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I've read that when you meet your true soulmate There will be no butterflies. No nerves, No deep, burning blush. But a simple CLICK. Some say that click is the soul recognizing its mate. I finally had my "click" moment. There were no nauseating nerves. No butterflies bashing around bewildered in my gut. The longer we talked, The deeper the conversation, The more relaxed I became. Then there was another click. The collected realization of events and heartache That led me to this person. How if one thing had changed-- Butterfly effect-- I would never have met my twin soul. So I choose from here forward To accept all that life brings onto my path. It's leading me directly were I'm supposed to be.

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Aug 31, 2015

Aug 31, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC

Click

I've read that when you meet your true soulmate There will be no butterflies. No nerves, No deep, burning blush. But a simple CLICK. Some say that click is the soul recognizing its mate. I finally had my "click" moment. There were no nauseating nerves. No butterflies bashing around bewildered in my gut. The longer we talked, The deeper the conversation, The more relaxed I became. Then there was another click. The collected realization of events and heartache That led me to this person. How if one thing had changed-- Butterfly effect-- I would never have met my twin soul. So I choose from here forward To accept all that life brings onto my path. It's leading me directly were I'm supposed to be.

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I dare not put his name to print for fear that the magic would dissolve with each pen or keystroke.

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Aug 5, 2015

Aug 5, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC

Literary Jinx

I dare not put his name to print for fear that the magic would dissolve with each pen or keystroke.

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Maybe that's the problem. I've read all the fairy tales, the poems, the books, and watched too many romantic movies to recognize what real love is when it comes calling.

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC

What's Love

Maybe that's the problem. I've read all the fairy tales, the poems, the books, and watched too many romantic movies to recognize what real love is when it comes calling.

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The moment she realized she had taken back her happiness was one of the greatest moments of her life. The light shined in and her soul, heart, and mind melded together rejoicing in the fact that they were finally on the same page.

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC

Reunited... Feels Good

The moment she realized she had taken back her happiness was one of the greatest moments of her life. The light shined in and her soul, heart, and mind melded together rejoicing in the fact that they were finally on the same page.

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