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Her exterior showed defense
Allowing only the boldest to get close
An example of fear
Representing weathered
With a side of independence


So I bit into her pain
To find life inside her hollow
Water waiting to be swallowed
She is a savior in a barren desert
Waiting to give the right man life
Once small dreams, medium, and then large
I opened my mind and began to take charge
Yes there was a time when I could not see
Past my fears in life or unfold my destiny
It never quite registered in my unique head
Earth is the land of the living, not the dead
Although we sometimes walk silently and alone
In this extraordinary place we call home
Fear used to be my enemy, but not anymore
I have learned to replace the fear with love
Everything imagined or dreamed in my life
Fear took control and kept me under the knife
Now, I look back and see all the incomplete dreams
But I also look back and see all the completed things
And, I say to myself
Some day, some how, I will stand
And, I will bow
Live your dreams.
In My Eyes You Will See
A Woman Of Love, Truth, And Honesty
Look Into My Eyes And You Will Know
Just How Deep I Can Be And Just How Far I Will Go

In My Eyes You Will Find
All The Pain And Troubles Of The Past Left Behind
Look Into My Eyes And You Will Feel
The Hope, Joy, And Faith To Heal

Though My Eyes Sometimes Shed A Tear
I Pray For The Ones I Love So Dear
Look Into My Eyes And Look Deep Inside
You Will Find That I Have Nothing To Hide

In My Eyes You Will See Desire
No Money, No Fame, Or No Fortune Can Buy Her
Look Into My Eyes And Feel The Love
So Free And Pure Just Like A Dove

In My Eyes You Will See Compassion and Grace
And The Power To Spread It Everywhere, Every Place
Look Into My Eyes and See The World
The Stars And Planets All In One Swirl

In My Eyes There's Inspiration
The Colors And Hues So Much Captivation
In My Eyes There Are Many Things You Will See
But Most Importantly In My Eyes
You Will See Me
Note: The Eyes are the Windows To The Soul.
Listen to me Recite this Poem!
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Deep within my being
an urge to get up and go
Innate fondness to journey
a need, a want, to not sit still
Searching, seeking new places
acquiesced desire to rove
Roamer, explorer, nomad
impulsive necessity to travel
The lust to wander
"If some people like your painting, fine.
If some don't, well, there's the door.

Take your work seriously
But don't take yourself seriously

Paint for yourself
Enjoy yourself"

I was watching a show on PBS today
"The Beauty of Oil Painting" with Gary & Kathwren Jenkins

Gary said this and I marveled at how much this echoed the attitude we should cultivate when writing poetry.
I think we could also consider writing poetry as a painting of sorts
 Feb 2015 Judgson blessing
ryn
How many more Valentine's
How many more birthdays
How many more New Year's
How many more of tomorrow's rays

How much more strength
How much more perseverance
How much more fortitude
How much more despondence

How many more circles
How many more misleading clues
How many more loops
How many more déjà vus

How much more sadness
How much more to be paid
How much more discomfort
How much more to be laid

How many more questions
How much more time
How many more answers
How much more must I rhyme

How many more roses
How many more seasons
How many more Valentine's
How much more to achieve balance
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