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1d · 43
The quiet creaks
I wake
In the night
In the dark

In my thoughts
In my mind
In my head

In a bed
In a room
In a house
2d · 93
Lentils or less
I’m sorry
if I’m a little lost
when the mind is free
the body follows at a cost
till you’re broke and can’t pay
the soul is stolen away
leaving the shell of a ghost

Forgive me
if I’m a little used
when you’re careless
you casually bruise
till you’ve bled no more
have no life to pour
the spirits dried up
and abused

My apology
for being a mess
when what’s of value
becomes little, I confess
when what you hold
is worth all the gold
and you give it up
for lentils or less
5d · 495
I submitted my poem
to a teacher, Mr Rowan
and he graded it an F
Still, I’m a great poet
he just doesn’t yet know it
but some day he’ll have to confess

though he’ll give me an E
yet when it comes to poetry
I’m the greatest poet there ever was
I’ll climb my way to a D
just wait and you’ll C
I’ll prove it just because

I’ll let go and let B
he’ll wonder if it’s me?
A poet born not made
he’ll grant me an A
on a poem I’ll tear up that day
and prove I’m more than just a grade
6d · 171
A Mourning Moon
The moon was afraid to rise
so it settled for the night
gave the day to the sun
and in doing
compromised its light
Now often every evening
as soon as the sun will set
it makes an appearance
before the sky and day reset
And like tears, the stars twinkle
while the moon mourns regret
how light once sparkled
now just sprinkle
of things you lose but can’t forget
The moon shines because its surface reflects light from the sun. And despite the fact that it sometimes seems to shine very brightly, the moon reflects only between 3 and 12 percent of the sunlight...
Jun 26 · 286
A road way back
My Dear Poet Jun 26
I’ve never found my way back
to a place I’ve never been

I’ve never known which way to go
On a path I’ve never seen

I’ve never gone to go again
But this one thing I’m keen

To live and learn on my return
and every road redeem
Jun 23 · 77
One may have
My Dear Poet Jun 23
One may have knowledge
but not everyone will have skill

One may have a skill
but not everyone will have talent

One may have a talent
but not everyone will have a voice

One may have a voice
but not everyone has something to say

One may have something to say
but not everyone will be heard.
As for you, like it is for me
We find our place, between
who we are and who we imagine to be
Jun 22 · 308
Can’t win
My Dear Poet Jun 22
My laces are loose
and although it’s comfortable for my toes
It’s been breaking my back
My Dear Poet Jun 21
Because you’re upside down
in my mind
You may as well change the light
Or keep us blind
As we sit here in my head
all night
Jun 14 · 386
My Dear Poet Jun 14
We fit perfectly outside the puzzle
May 25 · 651
Golden day stars
My Dear Poet May 25
When she said “I love you”
the sun no longer shone
It exploded into fragments
across the beautiful blue sky
May 21 · 583
Finding the way to lost
My Dear Poet May 21
I’m hopping along a road
that trips me over
I’m climbing up a tree
that pulls me down
I’m far across a field
that draws me closer
and still nearer
to not being found
May 18 · 349
For forever
My Dear Poet May 18
If we were never
meant to be forever
why’s this pain
never leave me
May 17 · 615
You, art and everything
My Dear Poet May 17
I love paint on my fingers
the smell of oils on my skin
but you on my canvas
are my art
and everything
May 17 · 172
To hold a heart
My Dear Poet May 17
Before I hand you my heart to have
Have a heart and give me your hand
May 9 · 415
Give me your eyes
My Dear Poet May 9
You can take
every part
of my heart
the truth
and the lies
every page
from the start
but please
give me
your eyes

You can steal
my will
every seal
of my soul
every piece
of the whole
take my breath
and my sighs
but please
give me
your eyes

You can take
every chapter
for free
every part
you can see
what lives
and what dies
but leave
me your eyes

take all
you can find
from the lines
of my mind
to every piece
you can break
leave nothing
so may I
for my sake
make your eyes
I need you to see
every part of me
you take
May 6 · 359
Stubborn Fruit
My Dear Poet May 6
Nothing is as sweet as you
but you case the hardest pip
May 5 · 107
My Dear Poet May 5
I wonder if a poem
can cause
you to pause
just at the title
and then sigh
and in wonder why
something so powerful
can be so wonderful
that you forget
to read or need
anything more
than this
and cry
May 5 · 237
On Love
My Dear Poet May 5
Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
     And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
     When love beckons to you, follow him,
     Though his ways are hard and steep.
     And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
     Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
     And when he speaks to you believe in him,
     Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

     For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
     Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
     So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
     Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself
     He threshes you to make your naked.
     He sifts you to free you from your husks.
     He grinds you to whiteness.
     He kneads you until you are pliant;
     And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

     All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

     But if in your heart you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
     Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
     Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
     Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
     Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
     For love is sufficient unto love.

     When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
     And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

     Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
     But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
     To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
     To know the pain of too much tenderness.
     To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
     And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
     To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
     To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
     To return home at eventide with gratitude;
     And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
I wish I had lived and met Kahlil Gibran. He’s like a friend I never had.
May 5 · 346
I believe
My Dear Poet May 5
I believe in the moon
the stars and the sun
I believe the power in many
I believe in the power of one

I believe in dreams
in visions and a hope
that one day we’ll be free
a world awaits without rope

I believe in heaven
and yes, I believe in hell as well
I believe in the after life
though, I’ve never been there to tell

But I believe in the good
that believing can do
I believe in Love
and most of all
I believe
in you
My Dear Poet May 4
Three poets
rot down a river bed
their body decomposing
except their head
still composing poetry
and recite being dead
where poems still flow
I’ve heard them read

one was caught
by the sun beam
flickering ripples of light

another fought
by a splashing bream
kicking up a fight

the third flowed down
the rapid stream
where water foams white

I, one day went fishing
and caught myself a fish
down the river swimming
quoting Tennyson
Dickinson and Finch
I set it free
because poetry is freeing
Not every line in the end
is a hook
three dead poets can testify
down by the brook
Three poets wrote about a river
May 1 · 285
I will follow you
My Dear Poet May 1
I will follow you
whereto you roam
I will follow you
all the way home
down the road
up the hill
along the river
by the mill
past the tin shed
that old shoe store
till I follow you
and go no more
an open field
where a path unpaved
with stones unsealed
leads to your grave
My Dear Poet Apr 29
She said, “I don’t like talking about my feelings. My feelings are as fleeting as the season of summer”.

I told her, ”I never had a problem ever talking about the sun and temperamental weather”.

She said, “I don’t like talking about emotions. My emotions are as dry as autumn leaves”.

I told her, ”I never had a problem with a blowing wind or whirling breeze”.

She said, “I don’t like talking about my fears. My fears are a looming dark sky for a winter storm”.

I told her, “I never had a problem finding shelter and a place to keep her warm”.

I smiled and said, “Let’s just walk and talk about spring”.

…she left me there planting seeds.

while all along, I never had a problem picking her flowers away from the weeds.
like the seasons she changed
Apr 25 · 439
Itsy Bitsy
My Dear Poet Apr 25
Itsy bitsy spider
crawling in deceit
along came the truth
and stomped it with its feet

Down came the shoe
and squashed it’s organs out
splat like a web of lies
it’s bits all about
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Apr 21 · 342
My Dear Poet Apr 21
I never knew
something could be so broken
without falling apart
Apr 17 · 529
Light your own path
My Dear Poet Apr 17
I’m tired of collecting the tears
that the sun never dries
I’m resolved to chasing the wind
let the breeze blow my eyes
I’ve decided to fan my fears
and live while I’m alive
breathe as much fire
and burn till I die
Apr 15 · 301
Taking a Chance
My Dear Poet Apr 15
There’s a hundred and one ways
to impress

and a one in a hundred chance
to pass her test

but I counted on my only chance
and gave it my best

and what do you know
she said, yes.
Apr 12 · 474
Happy Birthday
My Dear Poet Apr 12
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
Apr 11 · 408
Can you hear me?
My Dear Poet Apr 11
I am the quietest whisper
crying out from
the loudest chamber of my heart
Apr 10 · 857
My Vow
My Dear Poet Apr 10
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 9 · 665
Highly Strung
My Dear Poet Apr 9
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
Apr 6 · 289
Suck it up
My Dear Poet Apr 6
I poured out my bitterness
one night over dinner
and it dripped all over my dessert
The conversation went
from sweet and 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.
Apr 4 · 540
Slice of Life
My Dear Poet Apr 4
the same knife
can **** you
or feed you
Apr 1 · 440
Oopsie Daisy
My Dear Poet Apr 1
Oopsie daisy
I get a little clumsy
when it comes to love
it gets a little crazy
I slip and trip
I flip and stall
I blunder the kiss
and stutter and all
but if all you ever
utter is this
“I love YOU”
just hold me please

…before I fall
Mar 31 · 200
Love Letters
My Dear Poet Mar 31
It was only meant to be one letter
and now compiled into a book
a volume of times I’d say I love you
and the pages of poems it took
It was only meant to be one reader
now the world can’t get enough
a New York Times best seller
the unabridged letters of our love
Mar 29 · 315
Living with myself
My Dear Poet Mar 29
i live with myself
in the same house under
the same roof. I changed the
locks  on the doors
then  shut  me  out
and kept me closed
                           in by throwing out            the keys
Mar 27 · 307
A poem I never wrote
My Dear Poet Mar 27
strict straight
black hair
ocean blue eyes
white fair skin


sunlit red
wavy long hair
forest green eyes
softly freckled skin


midnight black
tight curled hair
beige brown eyes
dark bronze skin


sandy blonde
wispy hair
soft hazel eyes
light tanned skin


brown hair
deep black eyes
olive gold skin

You are beautiful
Mar 23 · 464
The mirror in my mind
My Dear Poet Mar 23
my mirror
has been screaming at me
for a while
I chose to walk away today
but it began to follow
became a black shadow
creeping into my cranium
to stay

broken reflection
in my head
that closing eyes
couldn’t save
shaking the grains
in my brain
didn’t help
like shattered glass
it slithered and sliced
my skin and scalp

cutting the chords
of light from my eye
bleeding fingers from braille
left me blind
without vision
there’s no escaping
the mirror
of reason
in my mind
Mar 22 · 328
Do you understand me?
My Dear Poet Mar 22
Trying to get my  .                                across
Mar 22 · 453
Dealing with yuck
My Dear Poet Mar 22
Do you scrape it
or roll it
pick it
or mold it
when picking at guck?

Do you fold it
or scrunch it
Tear it
or bunch it
when wiping that muck?

Do you flip it
or flop it
hold it or drop it
when dealing with yuck?
Mar 20 · 255
A free meal
My Dear Poet Mar 20
Shaking the grains
of salt like rain
over my fries
I bite into a burger
of my free order
and find a sizzling fly
You may laugh
but it’s a little rough
when dandruff
is white icing
on a blueberry pie
A free meal
is a risky deal
and I tell you no lie
once I found there
a metre hair
I choke and nearly die
I pull up to the counter
complain to the waiter
who couldn’t give a jack
just a dingy diner
at the mall
with free meals
and worse of all
you can’t ask
for money back
free things come at a cost
Mar 17 · 226
Keep the running
My Dear Poet Mar 17
/Seven start the running
at the shot of a gun
one faulted behind
six continue to run
six kept the running
till another starts to stall
tripping over shoelace
two clambered to a fall
four kept the running
four running strong
come the first hurdle
three running on
three kept the running
till a cramp came along
two kept the running
two going strong
just one look behind
cost one the finish line
one kept the running
past the cheer and cries
one kept the running
only one won the prize
Mar 16 · 969
Make up and costumes
My Dear Poet Mar 16
Just like a shirt cannot
hide the hurt
or a headache
beneath a hat

nor a heartache in a suit
or cold feet in a boot
or glove for a trembling hand
neither a thought I think
could be bound
by a headband

You may appear
cool, calm and collected
but make-up and costume
cannot hide the bleeding
of a wound thats infected
My Dear Poet Mar 13
Our shelter was the blue sky
till we grew a tree
It’s bough became our place away
a home for you and me
So good, we grew an orchard
we dug and planted seeds
In turmoil, tears watered roots
as we cut and grew more trees
Till our fields could not be numbered
in grief we glory in golden leaves
whilst greed sprouted envy
like **** we were deceived
Each planting left us wanting
a forest, thick, large and high
forgetting the place we first belonged
beneath black branches that hid the sky
Mar 11 · 869
Reclining Nudes
My Dear Poet Mar 11
Draw me
trace my mind
with tease

Colour me
stay within the lines

Tone in
shades of blind
with ease
My Dear Poet Mar 8
She turns to him and says,
“Did you ask me to marry you because you felt sorry for me?”

He replies,
“I asked you to marry me because I’d be sorry if I didn’t “

Looking through her tears, into her eyes, he pauses

“Do you regret marrying me?”, he asks.

…I’d have regretted not to have married you”, she whispers.

they stare

they smile

and then kiss in a million ways
Mar 6 · 190
Life won’t wait
My Dear Poet Mar 6
Life won’t wait for you
to wake up from your pain
Don’t wait till your happy
to learn to live again
Run further than your fears
Through that open door fast
Jump the hurdles in your mind
reminding you of the past
Don’t look back behind you
Keep your head held up high
Know when you can’t keep up
Hope, won’t leave you there to die
Mar 4 · 202
My Dear Poet Mar 4
I lost two lefts
and was left
with two rights
A right
on the wrong foot
hid from sight
It fit neat
in my boot
and sweet on
on my feet
but what may be left
may not be right
and yet still
meets the need
Mar 2 · 1.1k
My Dear Poet Mar 2
my heart    is split
into two   parts
  the part that   is now left
        and the part   that was right
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