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Oct 19 · 280
I have you
My Dear Poet Oct 19
In my mind I have you dancing

In my heart I have you sleep

In my soul I have you forever
Oct 18 · 285
Whispers
My Dear Poet Oct 18
If security can be stolen
what is free can be sold
promises will be broken
secrets will be told
Oct 14 · 114
Say Something
My Dear Poet Oct 14
It’s not what you say
nor how you say it
that leaves me without words

It’s just that
you don’t say anything at all
.
Oct 11 · 138
I am alone
My Dear Poet Oct 11
I am so alone
can you hear me?

Hello…

Hello?

Why is it every time
I want to write a poem

that is real
that is raw

I start every line with
“I am alone”

Hello??

Can you hear me?






Is anyone there?
My Dear Poet Oct 6
You can’t shift or shake me
but you can wake me
with your eyes

You can’t mould or make me
but you can break me
with your eyes

You can’t tie or stake me
but you can take me
with your eyes.
Oct 3 · 427
Take Me
My Dear Poet Oct 3
Take me as I am
but don’t take me
without you
Sep 23 · 190
Soft and Loudly
My Dear Poet Sep 23
I told her, how her eyes met me at the horizon
and how often they looked lonely
she didn’t heed or pay me any attention
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her how my heart bled red roses
and how I grew them for her only
she hadn’t noticed my stare and poses
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her, a touch is a thesaurus of meaning
and each trace tells a story
she flinched at my reading
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her, if my words could speak but a kiss
she’d hear them soft and loudly
she sighed when she felt my lips
so I told her a little more slowly.
Sep 22 · 154
of mice and bears
My Dear Poet Sep 22
among all the fears there sleeps a bear
who’s paws are soft and hair is fair
afraid to wake and arouse a tear
there sleeps a mouse by claws so near
between the two there’s an open space
where chivalry and strength finds a place
among hope and a dream it will lay
till mice find courage and get away
My Dear Poet Sep 7
this world holds no secrets like you
the ocean can’t tell it
nor the shells can spell it
nor the wind can blow it
nor will I tell it too

this world holds no secrets like you
the dreamers don’t show it
the poets don’t know it
the sleepers can’t find it
nor will I tell it too

this world holds no secrets like you
the night won’t unveil it
the moon won’t howl it
the stars can’t fault it
nor will I tell it too
My Dear Poet Aug 18
Touch is the soft secret of the soul,
the whimper of rose, as it’s petals fold
Like light that reveals the hidden path,
your whispers of love open my heart

Our love is the wisest counsel of all,
In silence, we learn how angels  fall
Hold me like I’m your cliff and sky
birth me breath, like we’ll never die

To know in part and forget the whole
touch is the silent secret of the soul
.
Aug 16 · 197
This
My Dear Poet Aug 16
You can do this
not because, you are able
nor because you are strong
because without this
you remain the same
and this,
gives you permission
for change
to become the new you
everyday
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Aug 16 · 138
Now Never
My Dear Poet Aug 16
Maybe we can try again
Take the storm away from rain
hide the hurt from the pain
Maybe we can just try again

Maybe we could begin right now
not ask why, just know how
Place the promise back in the vow
Maybe we can start right now

Let’s start now before it’s late
Hold love so tight , we squeeze the hate
Push back time away from fate
Maybe even now, before it’s too late

This one thing I know for sure
Let’s both take less, ask nothing more
Don’t question when or what for?
Maybe then, where we’ll know for sure.
Aug 13 · 2.6k
Happily Ever After
My Dear Poet Aug 13
You can’t keep holding on
to disaster
Disaster has no heart
but to destroy
You need to live
happily ever after
Danger is not a toy
I say this because I love you
I say this because I’m a friend
I say this because I need you
I need you here to the end
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Aug 6 · 236
Love
My Dear Poet Aug 6
There’s one word I hold
this one word is true
of all the words I know
and say to you
It has no pulse
nor heart
no beat nor sound
till it lives and breaths
where it is found
among all the words
between but two
it’s no better suited to sit
within ‘I’ and ‘You’
Aug 2 · 169
Se3d
My Dear Poet Aug 2
it’s not
where it
ends

over
seeds
long

till
its
after

it’s over
grown
it’s gone
experiment.
a different way to draw meaning
Jul 22 · 538
Love at first
My Dear Poet Jul 22
I do not remember
how it is that we forget
when and why we got here
and how we ever met

I do not remember
what we both can’t recall
words that we would say
or didn’t say at all

I do not remember
what you also do not
what we said we never will
and what we both forgot
Jul 19 · 327
Coffee
My Dear Poet Jul 19
He asked her if she would like him
to get her a cup of coffee.

That would be amazing”, she replied.

No”, he said. “Amazing would be, me giving you the world”.

corny”, she said.

Nonetheless, he wished he could.
Jul 13 · 168
A long ago
My Dear Poet Jul 13
I decided a long time ago
as long as a piece of string
I would be the one to cut it short
if you were to cut it thin
yes, It was a long time ago
along a long and lonely path
I longed to stretch it out
what you would cut in half
I decided a long time ago
as long as you were here
long is such a long ago
I, short of memory,
long to remember
Jul 6 · 443
Geronimo
My Dear Poet Jul 6
We slipped into the other
steadying ourselves
we balanced our hearts
till we fell into love
Jul 5 · 728
Stop doing that!
My Dear Poet Jul 5
Why do you always do that?”, she asked

What?”, I replied

That thing you always do! Even when I say don’t!

Am I doing it now?”, I asked

No…but when you do…don’t!

So, when I do it, you want me not to?

Yes!“, she exclaimed

So for me to stop doing it…I’d need to do it…right?”, I asked.
Jun 30 · 309
Assurance
My Dear Poet Jun 30
Do you think we’ll ever be ok?”, she asked

Depends what you mean by ok”, I replied

She then, gave me a look that spoke a thousand words and said, “okay”.
My Dear Poet Jun 30
I don’t think I can take it anymore”,
she cried.

Where would you take it anyway, if you still could”, I asked

What do you mean…I don’t get it?”she said

Never mind”, I replied

You cant take anything anywhere if at first you didn’t get it”.
Jun 30 · 171
Nothing Left
My Dear Poet Jun 30
I’ve just had enough!

Enough of what?” I asked

How can you not see it?” she cried

See what?”, I said

Simply, how I’ve just had enough

Oh…no, I see”, I confessed.

Indeed, you’ve taken more than your share”.
Jun 29 · 374
You still have it in you
My Dear Poet Jun 29
I feel so sad”, she sad.

Someone’s muzzled happiness and locked her in a basement”, I replied.
You just need to find her”.

What if I found her dead?”, she asked.

Then realise this one thing…
…it took you to be alive,
to distinguish that which is dead
”.
Jun 24 · 76
Here I am again
My Dear Poet Jun 24
I went up
then came down

and
                           here I am
                                                   again

I went in
and back around

and
                           here I am
                                                   again

I took off
to be found

back
                here
                               again


whether I go
I’m bound
            
  back
                   here
                               again
.
Jun 22 · 311
It wasn’t what I meant
My Dear Poet Jun 22
You’re that feeling that burns
every time you’re filled, not spent
we go back to learn
It wasn’t what I meant

The strong promises and lines
that couldn’t be broken, you bent
among all the go around rhymes
It wasn’t what I meant

The absent truths and stains
of every little word stolen, you lent
only to borrow pain and play
It wasn’t what I meant

and when you finally understood
phrases couldn’t be ripped, but rent
now there’s that silent separation
It wasn’t what I meant.
Jun 19 · 178
My old shoe
My Dear Poet Jun 19
my old shoe carries me
through walks of life
the dirt, dust and poo
through to the end
and if my shoe can do
then how much the more
you too, can too
my friend
Jun 19 · 283
Worm Logic
My Dear Poet Jun 19
If the early bird gets the worm
then a late worm will live
but if there be an early bird
then there must be a late bird
and if so, the late worm will also die
the moral of the story is…
…don’t be a worm
Jun 12 · 531
Love In
My Dear Poet Jun 12
Oh love how you I
and it wouldn’t matter
which way
and why
because do I
and yes oh love sweet my
Jun 9 · 253
Take Note
My Dear Poet Jun 9
If I could hold
what hands won’t

If I can have
what hands don’t

If I can smile
and take note

I can handle anything.
Jun 7 · 301
I only
My Dear Poet Jun 7
I only weep
when my tears say so

I only bleed
when my heart says “flow”

I only think
when my mind says “know”

I only die
when my life says “go”.
The irony of free will
My Dear Poet Jun 3
she didn’t say she didn’t love you
she just needed time
to learn to love herself
Jun 1 · 554
Never say. Never.
My Dear Poet Jun 1
Never kiss or touch me
keep them few

Never want to hold me
till it’s true

Never give me anything
unless it’s you

Never say I love you
till you do
May 29 · 509
a little piece please
My Dear Poet May 29
a little piece please
just a little piece

for the hole in my soul
to fill the whole of my soul

just a little piece of peace
for me
May 27 · 823
Shadows
My Dear Poet May 27
follow me not
follow me less
and follow me little
oh shadow, oh glue

afraid of sun
or dark
in shades of grey
or spark
you breathe between the two

free to go
free to flow
till swallowed
when day is done with you
May 24 · 78
Great minds gone numb
My Dear Poet May 24
Strong men who sleep while men die
are like big beautiful mansions, settled on the quiet hills of a graveyard, vacant, while dead bodies lay outside.
May 24 · 116
Lucid
My Dear Poet May 24
.
all sleep
some fall into it
few enter in
.
May 24 · 90
I write
My Dear Poet May 24
I write
not because I want to be heard
I write because I exist
I don’t know what else to say
May 23 · 255
The sky and the tree
My Dear Poet May 23
If only you
would reach for me

you the sky
I the tree

we are all reaching
for something

touching you
touching me.
May 20 · 460
lyrics & words
My Dear Poet May 20
my words come with no music
so you can just read them
the way you hear them

just like the way they’re spoken
unbroken, by the melody of the moon

my words have many fingers
so you can hold them
as you seldom do

and truth lingers unspoken
till you hear me, feel me
a wordless tune
May 17 · 423
Speak up
My Dear Poet May 17
The violence of the silent
Is the silence of the violent
My Dear Poet May 11
your empty words are not heavy
…they’re  hollow
it’s the hidden meanings that trip me
though your sharp words fail me
they may slice but can’t cut me
and if I were to fall
I’ll slip down your tongue
…hang off your lip
if you were to speak at all
May 10 · 879
Marching Along
My Dear Poet May 10
Leave what’s LEFT behind
Till you’re found RIGHT there
LEFT RIGHT there
LEFT RIGHT there

WHEN I WAS BORN MY DADDY LEFT! left, right, left.
LATER ON MY MOMMA LEFT! left, right, left.

I was LEFT RIGHT behind
left, right, left
May 3 · 365
The Quaver of my Heart
My Dear Poet May 3
Love gives you words that
cannot be expressed
only through sounds of
the human heart
and I have no words
than this, so lay
your head upon my chest
half a heart can only grant you
the eighth note
May 1 · 651
My Visitation
My Dear Poet May 1
In your dreams
I draped down the curtains of my mind
and in your thoughts I hung high
the light of the morning sun
before you breathe
your last sleep of night
remember my shadow
by the window of your heart
hold me close
before our lives whisper passed
Apr 30 · 3.7k
…by any other name
My Dear Poet Apr 30
She said,
“My name is a flower, you see”

I said “Lily…it must be?”
She said, “no, no, no!…

...a Lily…is soooo,
not as beautiful
as me”


She replies
bashfully and wise
I’m just as much beauty to the eyes
as I am to the nose.”


“Oh!…you must be Rose”
She laughed
and cried more ‘no’s’

“It sounds a little crazy
I know and maybe…
but you must be a Daisy??”


she giggled all the more
“who knows?”
and winked
“.. if only baby”

Finally,
I put my thinking aside
I tell no lie,
while I, still in my head
wondering

she sighed

”My names not ‘white’ or ‘plain’
‘Self raising’ “
, she said
”…is my name”.
Apr 20 · 100
Just Enough Hold
My Dear Poet Apr 20
I have a heart with a hole
like a strainer in my soul
so I hold to larger hope

I have desires so deep
and the climb is so steep
I hold to a longer rope

I have darkness deep down
fog of fear hides the ground
I hold stronger along the *****

To have and to hold
one thing I am told
you have just enough hold
to cope
.
Apr 19 · 619
Heavy
My Dear Poet Apr 19
I can only carry these thoughts
as far as the wind will blow
Even when I lay me down
they’ll dictate where I go
Beside a tree I find my rest
only to rise when they’d say so
Beneath its branch I sow a thought
like leaves I watch it grow

By a river I make my bed
where my thinking freely flows
like rushing water, runs my head
my thoughts ebb and flow
Near the fire I watch the flames
I light my thoughts aglow
they’ll burn tomorrow new desires
I have no strength to say ‘no’
Apr 13 · 229
One is too much
My Dear Poet Apr 13
If you’re going to tear me down
tear me gently no more than four
I can not bare to think
I could be torn down anymore

If you’re going to break me
break me in three my love
I can not bare to give
the whole of a half
if all of me wasn’t enough

If you’re going to pull me apart
pull me apart in equal two
though you double my pain  
I’d want you to know
each part will equally love you

If you’re going to **** me
**** me gently with your one touch
You may as well
finish me off for good
hurting me once is all too much
Mar 31 · 104
I see you
My Dear Poet Mar 31
don’t cry a storm
to be heard

Just whisper a rainbow
to be seen
#cry #tears #storm #rainbow
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