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My Dear Poet Jul 15
I found a fine grain of sand
from a broken hour glass
I took hold of the opportunity  
held that second that may pass
enclosed, within my fingers
I turned it to an hour that defined
that single moment that matters
when you make the most of your time

I found a grain of salt
from a tear falling down
I held the face of sadness
on an occasion to fight the frown
enclosed within my fingers
I turned sorrow into a smile
every caress and kind touch matters
when burdens battle for a while

I found a grain of rice
from a hole in a sack
I carried the cares of another
for those with a broken back
I enclosed within my fingers
a single piece to make one whole
every seed or seasoning will matter
when it’s food for the soul

I find me, but a grain
In a fragmented broken world
holding like the dust
to the wind and the whirl
Yet, I hold all things within my fingers
the opportunity to power on
the chance for change and freedom
before I’m dead and before I’m gone
My Dear Poet Jul 2
If you don’t work hard
you never earn

If you don’t make mistakes
you never learn

If you don’t fuel that fire
you never burn

If you don’t wait patiently
you’ll miss your turn
My Dear Poet Jun 8
Hear me out
listen in

I cry out
a cry within

I hold out
holding it in

bleeding out
*and bleed within
My Dear Poet Jun 6
We keep breaking the other
only to pick the broken pieces off the ground

Either we put the pieces together
or leave them down

We can’t go on forever
and not find a piece of us around
We keep bleeding too

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My Dear Poet May 27
This heart makes room
for those without place
find a chair
a bed
some peace
some space
my heart’s your home
make it sweet
inside my heart
not at my feet

This heart makes room
come and hide
at the heart of my soul
not by my side
my heart is warm
a fireplace
come abide in me
beneath my gaze
it’s quiet here
within my chest
come now
come sleep
find your rest
My Dear Poet May 19
I always make these promises
and break them
I won’t ever be doing that again
My Dear Poet May 13
I am that memory
you try to leave behind
I am what you almost forget
I rewind my eye
and stare back
I am that blink you can’t bare
and regret
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