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PoetWhoKnowIt Dec 2012
What
     we
        sea
Not                  
       What
     we    
here

Rather Silly-
           Rather Queer?
PoetWhoKnowIt Dec 2012
She and He
sittin' in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g

Her and He
under'n' altar
m-a-r-r-i-e-d

He and She
here n' there
t-a-l-k-i-n-g

Her and She
over He
f-i-g-h-t-i-n-g

Her and He
holdin' She
c-r-y-i-n-g

She and He
sittin' in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
PoetWhoKnowIt Dec 2012
Do not tick off the
kindly clock that stops and tocks
to you in whispers
PoetWhoKnowIt Dec 2012
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                                 Even if the storm does cease, And in
                            your heart there lies in rapture, hope
                that next time with strength increase, we
             take torrential rains and winds disaster, live
                      to cast them off our hearts crusade, without
                       eyes wide open don't see the shore, the fear
in infinity infinities of unexplored ocean evade, of
                              who to trust I know no more. limitation.
PoetWhoKnowIt Dec 2012
Within my cave
I sit and crave
sable stone
It may be my grave

Within my eye
I catch the sky
brilliant blue
I may begin to cry

Within my heart
I desire to start
wellaway wishes
It's the hard part

Within my sprint
I start to squint
obnubilated outside
It seems to tint

Within my mind
I'm so inclined
dodging disaster
In caves I find

So on my grave
I sit and crave
sable stone
Within my cave
sable - blackish, dark
obnubilated- to becloud, obscure

A quick write.
PoetWhoKnowIt Nov 2012
I was concerned
When friends told me
'Love is blind'

Well, why was I
One to worry?
For what they said in church

They taught to me
'God is love'
I paid attention in math

See, if God is love
and love is blind
then God is blind

Now it makes sense
For so much to pass
Why good don't last

And to why we're flawed
It's clear as glass
For God blinds us all
PoetWhoKnowIt Nov 2012
I see the sky and think "I'm free!"
I see my feet, "I'll never be."
I look back up, what do I see?
I see a plane, so itty bitty!
I see to fly, so gaily
I fetch my wallet... double bogey
I see "help wanted" within my city
I see my chance, so happy!
I work all day, live humbly
I see my pay, just barely
I see my goal, I cannot flee
tick-tock tick-tock
I count the years, more than sixty
I see the metal bird, ready for me
I see it fly, I see it's free
I buy my plane, I'm in the air
Wings on my back, no story to share
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