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 Apr 16 bethwords
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
A bed of red roses,
With covers from heaven,
We lay on the bed,
Thinking of forever.
You and me,
And our families together.
Thinking of forever,
Our kids growing up,
Taking care of us,
And laughing at our jokes.
As we lay in the bed,
And hold each other near,
We see this dream is real,
Real as can be.
As you can see,
Together is our comfort zone,
Because no matter where we go,
No matter what we do,
I will always be thinking about forever with you.
 Apr 16 bethwords
rk
i want to love you
like a lazy sunday morning
staying in bed
taking our time
sipping coffee
memorising every freckle
like the constellations in the sky
white sheets
and tangled limbs
with the scent of a memory
fresh on our lips.
I played with words
much like I fed the birds

    one morsel here
          another there

then suddenly became aware

they pulled together
     and made sense

have been a player ever since
 Feb 19 bethwords
Zak
Tunnel
 Feb 19 bethwords
Zak
Why wait for the Light
At the end of the Tunnel
When in Time
You will learn to see
In the Dark
 Oct 2020 bethwords
Abby
Good enough
 Oct 2020 bethwords
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
 Apr 2020 bethwords
Leonard Nimoy
A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace
 Apr 2020 bethwords
Beau Grey
They call me fickle.
But what can you change if you
can't change your own mind?
 Apr 2020 bethwords
Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my *******,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

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