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I am who I am
I do not care what others think of me.
Like me or not
that is your choice.
Accept me for who I am.
I'm tired of defending my character.I am what I am. I love me! And I don't mean that egotistically - I love that God has allowed me to take whatever it was that I had and to make something out of it.
Trust is to pray and believe in Jesus
Trust is to be set free in the Lord
Who comes with power to help us
Each day
Believe and trust in His precious name
Jesus so willing and able
To come when we call
On His glorious name
Ready to help us if we obey
Believing in power sufficient
To overcome every threat
Everything that would stand
In His way
No one can claim victory
Believing in what Jesus
Has for us when we pray
Trust trust the power and
All the love that we can
Claim in the name of Jesus

                      BY:  Leona Chaput
 Jan 2016 Alan S Bailey
LaRyss
Searching low and high
Chipping away time after time

We dig we mine, in hopes to find
Something that has been within, all the time

You can think how you choose
as long as you know that the Gold is in you



-Ryss
 Jan 2016 Alan S Bailey
Tupelo
An empty chair,
This lonesome retreat,
I've sailed away from the thought of you
Split the tides like a knife,
Forgot the person I once was,
Looking for some far away shore
Somewhere to drop anchor,
It is more difficult now than ever,
Our names no longer in association,
all the lingers are the memories
The constant in these reflections,
Something to be learned
Something to be lost
I am too afraid to see the aftermath
 Jan 2016 Alan S Bailey
Sam
Staring across the bar, it was love at first sight
- eyes so wide- I think I gave her a fright
She thought it was a *** look
thought she could read me like a textbook
wary of my advance
refusing me a chance
avoiding my glance
I put down my glass
and,
in a stance
weakened by my lovestruck trance,
simply asked for a dance
 Jan 2016 Alan S Bailey
MS Lim
Too much of serious verse I've written
It's time I tried the comic
But it's just as hard
I don't know the trick.

A professor of poetry in Melbourne said to me:
' Enrol yourself in the School Of Comic Verse-
You were not born a writer
It can't do you any worse'
I will be turning myself in today
Life in prison awaits me
Must say I definitely deserve it
I killed a girl and I'd do it again
She would fill my head with ideas
Telling me I was worthless
Saying I should just disappear
Maybe she was right all along
But when I saw her in the mirror
My blood boiled and it enraged me
So I suffocated her one quiet night
Drowned her negativity with my pillow
Saw the malice in her eyes fade and die
Never again will she drag me down
For I am a better person now
I killed the woman in my mind
The one that said I was a waste of space
The one that said I'd never inspire
She didn't know what I was capable of
I was capable of loving myself
I killed the side of me that didn't love
Written on January  13, 2016 and shared via Hello Poetry on January 14, 2016. Copywrite belongs  to Bianca Reyes.
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