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 Dec 2015 andrew juma
Bunhead17
Your words can't hurt me anymore.
Nothing you ever say or do will hurt me.

I've become a stronger women,
now it's time for you to become a man.


You can't bring me down.
You keep talking to me like i'm dumb
You treat me like a five-year old.
But if you think thats how you should talk to me or anyone then, you're the dumb.

*You can't bring me down
because I'm going to keep my head up high,
you don't have the right to talk to me like that
if you talk to me that way
you must the dumb one in town.
This was my lil cousins idea I just followed. :)
Im the italic and she's the bold.
Copyright 2015
Praise to God, praise.
For this is the prayer to thee.
Raise your hands to the most high, raise him above all crime.
Speak of love, sing of joy, scream of salvation.
For on one of these days-
Jubilee will come to save.
Save all in His name, who will follow His pain.
This is the prayer to the one who lives, in the sky above.
Smiling at His children far below.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
For Sheron, On Our Seventh Anniversary:
Bound and Boundless

~~~
different shaped,
a square peg, a round hole,

and yet, the carpenter is pleased

two planes,
different shaped,
yet overlaying,
occupying
conjoined space,
angular symmetry

and yet, the geometrist is satisfied

can


bound and boundless,*

fully opposing notions,
incontrovertible,
yet be in pleasing poetic
combination?

how
can it be,
two bonded,
distinct spheres
contoured with crossover
bordered blended boundaries
exceed aligned,
beyond merest connecting,
overlapping,
intersecting

two circles
electronically collide,
venn diagrammed
to share,
programmed unknowingly for creating
a big bang
of a harmonious, simultaneous
new star creation

this mystery,
this poem,
its
resolution~solution,
comes to the poet
late in life,
yet contented, believing,
it is a far, far
better
thing that he does
now,
than never

life and love
living in unison,
transforming, deserving
of a unique discrete,
le nom est
l'unite

perhaps you are thinking,
this poem, a failed attempt,
neither the best or the worst
of any written anywhere
upon this green globe,
this day

yet he smiles
as it composes itself,
for though without its own sustaining merit,
it is a poem
regarding the best work
he
have ever done,
and the unity
it portrait paints,
is a
nova
worthy surely
of a thousand millennia

and yet, the poet is content
with its
content*

~~~
Dec. 15, 2015
 Dec 2015 andrew juma
A Lopez
To my fans and supporters
May the lights shine upon you
To trend
And defend
Poetry's
True.
 Dec 2015 andrew juma
Cathyy
Enter the night
into that forbidden park..
We're sitting on swings;
With drunken hearts
We almost speak..
But I turn away.

Under the Moon,
There is also beauty..
In your energy
The way you stumble into me
We almost kiss..
Just keep it on the cheek

There's just something about you
I'll say it in the only way i know how to.. Oh let's put it into a poem..
And i know it's still dark out
But can we talk it out now?
Oh and i'll walk you home..

Tell me,
Who's gonna break my heart in two?
It could be them, or her.. Or even you
Who's gonna take me in to make me feel better,
To tell me it's dark now but won't stay stormy forever
let's just agree to stay this close now forever
cause i want it to be you..

The one who tapes my heart back together.

Let's talk about starlight
And Ed Sheerany lyrics
And how in the daytime
We can't be bothered for college
Let's talk about:
TV
KFC
LGBT
Let's just talk til I'm fine..

Who's gonna break my heart in two?
Sometimes i forget, that dear..
You are heartbroken too..
So who's gonna be there when the world falls apart right in front of us
Would you still answer the phone,
When everything we love's turning into rust
Oh can we both try,
To stop this heart breaking in two..

I'll always remember that night..
(17th December)
When this fragile heart met you.

I think you're wonderful
Haven't written in a while so i don't know how i feel about this..
But its honest, and hey.. Kinda sweet
 Dec 2015 andrew juma
A Lopez
Wore me à charm
On my necklace
And the charm
Was my heart.

Wore me a scar
On my necks
Kiss
Wore my sleeve
As my heart.
                       Wore my eyes on my backside, they broke as many sun's. I wore this hurt as a beautiful thing, for the one whos now noone .
 Dec 2015 andrew juma
The Dedpoet
Not too long ago
You made me promise you a new
Love poem every morning.
At night when the stars came by
And the moon shed its light
On your face,
I knew I could not write the poem.
With all that combined in the moment,
I knew you were the poetry.
So I tried to remember
Life empty without you.
All the forgotten faces from my
Earlier years,
And it seemed a dream non existent.
The kind you forget when you suddenly
Wake and the visions fall
Like dust from the shoulder.
For a long time I wrote so many love poems
Without you,
I see now the promise was in the words
I had written so long ago,
The poem is you,
And I dare not write what is already written.
Yep.
They're out there.
Pens ablaze.
Out to startle
and amaze.
Quite adept at
turn of phrase.
Leaving people
in a daze.
Set the fire.
Smoke's a haze.
The arsonist's
pernicious ways.
Before you know it
reps are razed.
Even tho my
flank is grazed
I won't worry.
I'm unfazed.
Don't base my worth

*upon your praise.
'nuf said.

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