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 May 2018 More Love
Nat Lipstadt

Dear New Poet:

Then I'm your man,
your very own
Northern star
one of a
3 legged stool,
upon which all,
we enthroned poets,
the world-over,
do rule

the honor you
bequeath me  
to be,
a first follower,
your very own
first responder,
cannot be

this case,
this birth,
novice revival,
heart transplant,
makes it
the greatest
to be the first,
the quencher
of your thirst
so long in the parching,
the throat burnt by a
desert sojourn
of a now ended,
forty years

so come to me!

message me
a message,
find me a find,
your poem so fine,
I here now vow,
our embrace will
ne’er be broken

give me this
let us together
be terrific,
raise our glasses,
arms entwined
toasting you  
all that mind and 
breast of yours,
bursting full of 
the full release of, 
bringing longer life
to us both

I am a father.
I am a grandfather.
I am a First Follower.
I am a First Responder,
for all who need a leg up,
so step upon my heart,
the first step upon a ladder
with no top, no end ensighted

my legs are as old as time, but,
measure me not by the rings and 
the metered scales of gray hair aging,
shock of white, a cain mark, wizard-wizened

but by the muscles
of my deep affection,
the solemnity of this,
my irrevocable promise

the blessing
we both earn and make
when you write,
while we wait
in quiet attendance -
for all your good works,
your kept promises

Blessed are You Lord our God,  Ruler of the Universe
who has given us life, sustained us until now, allowing
the reader and the writer, to reach, meet, embrace and
greet this day, this new born poem, with hallelujahs,
love to chat & encourage new poets
my mom is like a museum
in a chaotic city
full of art and talents.
even in a environment chaotic
brings me peace
 May 2018 More Love
I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.
 May 2018 More Love
Valerie Perez
I tread cautiously
Unsure of what to expect
I’ll admit I’m afraid
Of what could happen next

Pondering whether or not
To let you inside
Afraid to go through
Another emotional ride

You might have realized
There are certain walls built up high
For whatever reasons you have
You seem willing to try

Your smile is warming
Your laugh is contagious
To possibly be vulnerable to you
Requires that I be courageous

The possibility of getting hurt
Is a risk I might just make
I admit you feel worth it though
If that’s the direction we take
#takingrisks #hurt #pain #love #gain #decisions #directions #trust #vulnerable #emotions #fortheloveofwords

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