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Yin(you) & Yang(me).
Considered writing long verses of love, hope this will suffice.

We are are moon and sun, moth to flame....
you are indeed my weakness.
You're the one, the only yin for my yang....
in no way are you negative.
We super charged connected, became one in all things.
All energies included, you're my everything.
You left, my heart sank then broke.
You called, I begged you to return to me.
Clothes with your body's **** scent, left behind,
feigning sleep, I used as my nightly pillow.
Ironic you writing poem saying you're a cat,
I'm highly amused, so cliche, gmta!
You Betty Ponder, are one free spirited cat....
you managed the impossible.
Years ago, you made my nose wide open,
with no possibility of that changing, in this life time.

You were the rebel, the prisoner, the fighter for a people without rights,
a people who fought valiantly and with hopes and visions of equality.

Such a pity, the greater population of the world lived in ignorance
and denial of the existence of the endless fight and plight of a people.

War in the streets, the blood and bodies of men, women and children
was common sight witnessed and price paid to gain basic rights of human.

After over a quarter of a century and pressures building to gain your freedom;
unconditionally, you arose like the phoenix and emerged to greet sunlight.  

A continuing mission of freedom and liberation of a people oppressed,
remained upper most in the heart and mind of one who would not rest.

You emerged from the darkness, seeing the walls of apartheid standing,
standing strong against your beliefs and be architect of it's destruction.

Who could foresee that the island with bars housing a man with resolve
would foster a journey of a prisoner to wise and great leader of a people?

When I was a little girl, having grown weary from braiding countless tall blades of grass,
I lay staring at clear blue sky, listening, repeating verses you set to tune and strummed.  
It was morn of your twenty something birthday, who, but you, knew I was gifted in song?
Uncle, you heard a girl echo your words, then called me over, asking me to sing with you.  

I was thinking of you as I sang one of the songs you wrote so long ago, seems a lifetime.
I think and remember all the good times and when you'd say, "Come on little bit, get it!"
That while you were strumming your guitar and showing me some of your how to's.  
Miss you much, musically gifted with meeting of minds, best guitar walker in the place.

At studio, had memories of you and the happy times and, of what you meant to me,
closed my eyes a few times while running songs with guitarist, sighed, he wasn't you.  
I wondered during session, if anyone but you, would've recognize in me what you saw.
May you rest in peace and wish you had the chance to realize how gifted you were.

I will forever treasure the smart, strong, inovative, loving, caring,(I could go on and on),
men in my life who set examples, giving me knowledge needed to pass on to my sons.
Loved you so much! You were a fellow musician, my protector, my guru, my friend.  
I still grieve your loss and celebrate your life and fact that you always found humor in life.

Up there as top of two best memories of my life.......Great day you fell into my arms.  
[Smiles]....You know without my posting what line one eludes to....[Winks & Smiles]  
Loved holding you close and hearing that soft unforgettable infectious laugh.
No shocker here......I loved my arms about you far longer than necessary.
You Pet......never kept me guessing about the s'happening in that beautiful mind.
Always was nice and refreshing never having to ask how you felt.....you told me.
Well......minus when you stole away in the middle of the night while I was sleeping.
Understood after reading that note and your tearful call.....know you still loved me.
The most unforgettable day of my life was me putting calls on hold, us talking for hours
and you standing at your full lack of height looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes.
Forgot my own name when smiling you asked me to picnic in a park.....Could not refuse!!!
There's nothing sexier than getting an invite anywhere from confident lady you Betty.
I remember the place, the time, what you wearing and every detail of that day we met.
It's impossible for any man to forget anything about the lady he once and still loves.

Up early as usually but this time with a mission to complete Halloween Costumes.
Not a pain free day most definitely, but have kids who rely on me to be a good mom.

Everyone has haters; the two faced, "your girls" wanting your guy or envy clothes style,
or randoms you never met, desiring your life, home or new car bought with hard work.

Most days what's posted on sites about me makes not a bit of difference in my world,
I ignore and move on with my life, know haters have nothing better to do than gossip.

No news is good news and nothing from my usual "Town Criers" saying "Guess What?"
One day got messages in text, "You have been labeled Babylon's ***** by Craiglisters!"

Not a "lol" nor "Roflmao" situation. Thinking, What in the world? and How in the world?
Me, Ms. Abstaining and they, who love assuming and posting drama without thought.

Their world; small town America and believers of truth in "all" internet rumors and media,
not willing to give benefit of doubt, once minds, so limited in thought, have been made up.

E-mail inquiries from potential employers I never met from destinations far far away,
asking and informing that person with such low morals shall never be part of their world.

Drama finds me and neither welcome nor do I seek it out, way too emotionally draining,
believer in live and let live, authored "Celibacy" poem to stop jokes made to my kids.

Who knew that trying for your dreams could bring forth bringers or illogical pure hatred?
Who knew that emotions of my children whom I love, would be affected by narrow minds?

After family conference and with full support, by the way, had to explain "*****" to son,
this mom carries on and still on second journey pursuing dreams and making realities.

If I give up dreams it will never be because someone posted bold faced lies on open forum,
it will be because I choose to do it with good reasons and those reasons are mine alone.

Pitfalls? Have been numerous. Will? Strong and still determined to see this through to end.
Tomorrow isn't promised and hear my dad say, "Daughter, go forth and let haters be fuel!"