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Moss-sutured dawn spills —
heron’s wing fractures glass hush,
water remembers.

Poetry is pain
With a hope of tomorrow.

Underlying regrets,
Grief and sorrow.

We revise life, through words,
Of what could have been.

But hindsight is 20/20
We can't go back again.

And would we even want to?
Could we even change a thing?

Without the knowledge of regret
Now etched upon our brain.

Better to let it go,
To say we lived and learned.

And write dreams for the future,
of passions that still burn.
I was reading some poems by a poet named Eniyans on this site and the first two lines of this poem popped into my mind.
So I thank them for the inspiration.
Infrared to ultraviolet
and every color in between
every hue that is you,
is longing to be seen.

You're like a rainbow of love,
In all its prismatic splendor.

Those ruby red lips,
so soft and tender.

In your emerald green eyes
my heart begs surrender.

Your golden hair flows,
down over sweet cinnamon skin.

Towards rose colored treasures
hidden deep within.

You're a rainbow of colors,
vibrant and bold,
Pastels of passion,
for my eyes to behold.

A Rainbow of love
even more precious than gold.

(HELL! To Be Honest)

You're like Skittles Baby!
And I wanna taste the Rainbow!
To be honest this poem was giving me fits.
I couldn't figure out how to end it, so I just decided
to have a little fun with the last lines.
checkout the you tube video
https://youtu.be/NnPpu4JDylc?feature=shared
thanks
Bless their souls, out of control
Pray for the Prodigal
Lost their way straight out of the gate
How far down they don't even know

Caught up in this cruel captivating world
Making promises it never keeps
A place for the lost, heart, mind, and soul
With forever thoughts of being free

Once safe in the fold, now out on their own
With every direction a dead end
Living the life, they thought would be high
But how low can you go my friend

You get what you get in this live and let live
But take heed and be forewarned
By those who know the score that have been here before
Messengers sent from the Lord

Who desperately warn of things to come
In hopes that they'll see the light
And turn from the sin that is dragging them in
To the jaws of the serpent that bites

Lost in their way straight out of the gate
How far down they don't even know
God bless the souls that are out of control
Pray for the Prodigal
You live in another time and place
Shamed the Kennedy Center for the
Performing Arts
So many talented people will never return or grace its stages again
President Kennedy and his brothers are not forgotten
The Kennedy you chose for your cabinet is disliked and not supported by his own family
People should live and love as they wish not by your rules
You chose dangerous and corrupt people like yourself
Your puppets
You shamed our country
How many lies did you tell last night?
We won't forget how many you will hurt..
You are woke!
Musk has no business here
Alive
Too young to care
Busy with living loud
Born on the wind, my youth flew by
Quickly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-j1YkEdWQs
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read poetry from my new book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse.

A cinquain is a form of poetry. 5 lines with 2-4-6-8-2 syllables.
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