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My Dear Poet Apr 2022
Today is my birthday
reluctant to turn the calendar
I lingered here a little longer
the same age I was yesterday
I remained today
Til the wind blew the page
and turned to that age
that I am to be
So, unashamed and bold
I accepted my fate
and fighting my fears
I got old, a day late
My Dear Poet Apr 2022
I am the quietest whisper
crying out from
the loudest chamber of my heart
  Apr 2022 My Dear Poet
Grace
does it always last?

that fresh love,
so sweet, so tender

that beyond long years
you shall remember

and even when
you swear you hate

that initial promise
guards the gate

or is it weakened
by gentle time

and recognized
by a look's remind

and laid upon
its partner's breast

when both lovers
sleep their final rest.
My Dear Poet Apr 2022
I can never promise
          
             to never hurt you

but I can vow

             to never leave you

and live my life in such a way
        
              that you will hurt

to not stay
  Apr 2022 My Dear Poet
Shamai
Did you walk the dog
Did you make some tea
I don’t know what’s
Come over me
I don’t want to do it
I’d rather rest
Watch some TV
Not take a quest
I’m just feeling lazy
Want to stay in bed
Covers are pulled
Right over my head
I’m hiding from others
I’m hiding from self
I’d much rather be sitting
Upon a shelf
It’s easier to do nothing
Than get involved
I’d rather be hiding
And be absolved
But I do peep out
And what do I see
A friendly smile
Coming at me
Maybe it’s not so bad
Maybe I can give it a try
I think I’ll go out now
Oh well, bye bye
My Dear Poet Apr 2022
The things held up
and dangle down
are the things that often
hang around
don’t tie high your hopes
in bids and byes
let loose the noose
and find your ground
My Dear Poet Apr 2022
I poured out my bitterness
one night over dinner
and it dripped all over my dessert
The conversation went
from sweet to sour
but I lapped it up with a burp
It turned lame and it became
all about me
and out fell a foul smell
for all to see
But happily they all sipped
with a straw dipped
in my ***** like a slurpee
I hate it when people talk trash about an other. You know there’s always someone saying the same things about you.
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