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I awoke this morning
Intent on writing a sonnet
But after hours of searching
I found no words to put on it

How did Chopin or Beethoven
Expect to really be heard
Beyond the scope of the music
Without the written word

I know when music is played softly
It calms the angry beast
But right words in the right phrase
Lifts the least of these
Her** poems are always
Sweet

Her poems are always
Have depth in meaning

Her poems are always
Inspiring

Her poems are always
Reflect the reality

Her poems are always
Lovely

My Godmother I can say
In hello poetry

Her support is extra ordinary

Because of Her I am still writing

She was one of my inspirations
Happy for completing
1500 poems here
A new milestone
The Math teacher poses the question:
"There are 10 people
9 leave the room
How many people are left?"


And the student replies:
"1 people are left"

                                                         ­            **DOH!
My only weakness is a woman
A woman is my strength
Without her I’m a half man
Longing to be full length!

A woman fills the half of me
Without her I just can’t do
Sans her I’m half empty
And know she needs me too!

Her only weakness is a man
A man is her strength
Without him she’s a half woman
Longing to be full length!

A man fills the half of her
Without me she just can’t do
Sans me she’s half empty
And knows I need her too!
Footsteps upon the ground
Of where past stood,
Trampled by the present and
Shamed upon by those who
Look upon beyond and
Bow heads
In shame,
For regrets
That transpired in those
First footsteps,
Once trod upon.
They were aged but still
Visible even though
The idea was trampled upon,
We must look back
Look at what transpired
A dream was built
Innocent
Blindness
Nightmare
Reality
But what was its price
Is it truly a dream
If so many paid for It
With those first footsteps
Can a footstep ever be erased..
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