lisa-gray - Hello Poetry

I spotted a red robin I can hear him tweeting, sounds as if he is pleading. Surely he has seen something while flying. His aerial view can reveal a different side to a situation and when in conversation he is quite perturbed to discover someone Hiding undercover from all the squalor that we have been living Some call it sinning while others are grinning ear to ear You might hear what he has to say and his friend the blue jay

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May 10, 2016

May 10, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC

lisa-gray

Aerial

I spotted a red robin I can hear him tweeting, sounds as if he is pleading. Surely he has seen something while flying. His aerial view can reveal a different side to a situation and when in conversation he is quite perturbed to discover someone Hiding undercover from all the squalor that we have been living Some call it sinning while others are grinning ear to ear You might hear what he has to say and his friend the blue jay

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You asked me when you were born what i thought you may be someday. I was just glad you were finally here with me! I couldn't imagine you walking or talking. I was just glad you were finally here with me! Getting to know you was what I was expecting, I knew my world you would be effecting I was just glad you were finally here with me! A beautifully wrapped package was handed to me the day you were born, knowing overtime I would see you grow and I would be torn. Wanting you to stay my baby, but looking forward to see you become a lady I was just so glad you were finally here with me! Many surprises were on there way for me to discover most all were pleasant and filled with wonder. I am so very glad you are here with me!

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC

lisa-gray

Gift

You asked me when you were born what i thought you may be someday. I was just glad you were finally here with me! I couldn't imagine you walking or talking. I was just glad you were finally here with me! Getting to know you was what I was expecting, I knew my world you would be effecting I was just glad you were finally here with me! A beautifully wrapped package was handed to me the day you were born, knowing overtime I would see you grow and I would be torn. Wanting you to stay my baby, but looking forward to see you become a lady I was just so glad you were finally here with me! Many surprises were on there way for me to discover most all were pleasant and filled with wonder. I am so very glad you are here with me!

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I once knew a poet When he read his words aloud, there would always be a crowd. Each word came out of his mouth like an opera singer, long and dramatic his voice would linger. I wonder where those words came from He put every syllable together like a painting and I was always caught waiting, for each altered tone was a brush stroke Fluid with ease, signed unknown I wonder where he got his words

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Mar 10, 2016

Mar 10, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC

lisa-gray

Poet

I once knew a poet When he read his words aloud, there would always be a crowd. Each word came out of his mouth like an opera singer, long and dramatic his voice would linger. I wonder where those words came from He put every syllable together like a painting and I was always caught waiting, for each altered tone was a brush stroke Fluid with ease, signed unknown I wonder where he got his words

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I have always wanted to be a hero. Ready to fight even in the middle of the night Who never runs and hides but stands up to defend your side I have never fought a battle of the traditional sense.Where you defend governments. My fight comes from within and around me Bringing me to my knees and I have said "Please! Stop this, I am not ready and I don't feel too steady. Something is wrong, I am not strong." I am left with no choice, I have to use my voice to bring to my command all that I demand and finally I take a stand! I am no longer weary for I see clearly. Its up to me, the battle is inside, looking for a hero to lead and defend. It is me all the way to the end.

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Mar 9, 2016

Mar 9, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC

lisa-gray

Hero

I have always wanted to be a hero. Ready to fight even in the middle of the night Who never runs and hides but stands up to defend your side I have never fought a battle of the traditional sense.Where you defend governments. My fight comes from within and around me Bringing me to my knees and I have said "Please! Stop this, I am not ready and I don't feel too steady. Something is wrong, I am not strong." I am left with no choice, I have to use my voice to bring to my command all that I demand and finally I take a stand! I am no longer weary for I see clearly. Its up to me, the battle is inside, looking for a hero to lead and defend. It is me all the way to the end.

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The smell of paint drying makes me feel that I am not dying In the oily compounds you can find something profound As the paint sets there are no regrets For the brush strokes I laid down are to be my own crown

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Mar 9, 2016

Mar 9, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC

lisa-gray

Paint

The smell of paint drying makes me feel that I am not dying In the oily compounds you can find something profound As the paint sets there are no regrets For the brush strokes I laid down are to be my own crown

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What is in my mind you cannot see I have been working on this since I was three A long process but I have been held hostage My own choices that allowed the voices Directing me on my way to get me to stay World of convention instead of perfection

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC

lisa-gray

You cannot see

What is in my mind you cannot see I have been working on this since I was three A long process but I have been held hostage My own choices that allowed the voices Directing me on my way to get me to stay World of convention instead of perfection

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They were like flowers all lined in a row Each one was my friend Assorted colors shapes and sizes So many beautiful friends Some were wild while others conformed fancy and fragrant and oh so brilliant Fitting in with my friends Cruel and harsh soft petals disguised bearing thorns, prickling needles And yes these were my friends I liked the seeds that grew in one of them they called her Sunflower My very best friend!

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Mar 4, 2016

Mar 4, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC

lisa-gray

So these were my friends

They were like flowers all lined in a row Each one was my friend Assorted colors shapes and sizes So many beautiful friends Some were wild while others conformed fancy and fragrant and oh so brilliant Fitting in with my friends Cruel and harsh soft petals disguised bearing thorns, prickling needles And yes these were my friends I liked the seeds that grew in one of them they called her Sunflower My very best friend!

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