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i once read
where someone said

'we run from rain
but sit in tubs filled with
water.'

and since that moment,
on days where teardrops
fall from the sky,
i have not skipped out
on letting them kiss my skin
and melt into my hair

because i want to feel
everything i can in this mundane
life before -
i lived // one rebublic
My love
refers to me
as an artist
I maintain
that I just paint
as this
color slinger
simply reproduces
the masterpiece
her love
creates
All I ever wanted was for you to
love me
I blamed myself
and wondered why the hell I wasn't
enough
I now realize that it was never
my fault
You were just so incapable of loving anyone other than
yourself
 Nov 2014 The Quiet Poet
ryn
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there you are...sitting right across •
and here i am...fidgeting in my seat
•searching for words...but seeming-
ly at a loss•only the eloquence of
my racing, thumping heartbeat•
trading only in silent words and
coy gazes•mingling within the
tendrils of  wafting steam•
divine  moment  as the
heart rapidly races•

over our hot cuppas, soaring into caffeine
fueled dreams•
Inspired by a topic in a chat earlier today.
Things we never thought
Thoughts we never think

Things we put behind
Things we never find

Things we never forget
Never wondering why

Times that we forget
are easy there no myth

Things that we miss
Are easily found

Things we never hide is our
Heritage, Roots and Pride
She Got Angel Wings Today

Today I lost my mother
A woman I so loved
She gave to me so much joy
A gift from God above

She said we should not worry
There's a time we all must go
Told us of the plans she made
All the things we'd need to know

I'm glad her fight is over
She had given all she can
She knew that she was ready
To meet her journeys end

My mother was a fighter
So much to us she gave
She lived her life for others
Made the world a better place

Her life it was so special
She was a woman I so loved
Raised five children on her own
Not once did she give up

I told her that I loved her
The night before she died
Kissed her as I held her hand
Felt the love she held inside

I loved my mother very much
And I'm glad she feels no pain
I know she went to heaven
She got Angel wings today


In memory of my mother
M Yvonne Roberts
1938 to 2014

Poem by
Carl Joseph Roberts
Little Jamar raised
His voice authoritatively,
"I'm a man, and
Men don't cry!"

Jordan grabbed him
By the shoulders,
And admonished him,
"Men don't cry..",
He exclaimed.
"Boy who told you that lie?
Men do cry sometimes."
Of course they do.
my little cousin and my younger brother
 Nov 2014 The Quiet Poet
Ander
I am the product of my mistakes,
attitude, the way to success,
sometimes they make me stronger
sometimes a sense of pain.

Poetry is just the thread,
that sneaks out of my face,
basting those feelings,
with the rest.
you
you're different.
for some unknown reason.
when i see you
i just get this sudden urge to
joke around with you
sing duets with you
or simply just talk.
there's just something about you
that drives me to feel things
i've never felt before.
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