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 Nov 2018 Dennis Willis
Emily
Some people
bask in the sunshine,
soak up the rays
within their skin
and feel the warmth
swimming through their veins.
Others find happiness
in the rain.
Water droplets falling around them,
hand outstretched
into the storm,
feeling the rain hitting bare skin.

Some people
find sadness
in the rain,
umbrellas facing the cloudy sky,
rain boots splashing
in depthless puddles.
Others find sorrow
within the sun rays,
restless hands waving fans
in sweaty faces.

You can’t appreciate the sunshine
if you have never experienced the storm,
they say.
Let us make some love
I become pen,you paper
And write a poem
Today I want to topple my cabinet of:
Anger,
Greed,
Jealousy,
Selfishness, and
Pride.
And replace them with
Sincerity,
Patience,
Humility,
Selflessness, and
Generosity.
To prove good governance and maintain peace and satisfaction.
How can I shut up

When the world is in chains
And tears flowing in rivers
And smile  dried on faces
And blood flood on the streets
As equity is in prison
As truth falling in the street
To shut up is to die unborn.
 Nov 2018 Dennis Willis
kain
Love
 Nov 2018 Dennis Willis
kain
You're tired love
My squire love
In dire need of water, love
Pour into you all of my love
Just to see your fire, love
These walls won't grow around you, love
A job won't find itself, my love
Sit upon the sill, my love
Leave the games for later love
Look out at all the people, love
They are finding their own love
Building, breaking, shaping love
Faking 'til they make it, love
Out there is something great, my love
Greater than just our small love
A risk I'll have to take, my love
If you don't follow, you will break my love
I'll leave you to the wolves, my love
For one chance to escape this love
Redundant, excessive love. I hope this proves a point.
 Nov 2018 Dennis Willis
rm
on that night
with winter
winds,
hums,
and miserable
breeze,
there he sat,
his eyes
wandering
from right to left
up and down
all around
corners to corners
branching
a thought
to another
a note
to a song
a word
to a poem.

him with his
glances,
stands
and built,
under that
moonlit sky
with starlights,
air filled with
warmth and
frost,
i witness his
cries,
heard his tears,
felt his fears.

i became
an overthinker
from worrying
about the other.
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