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The morning comes calling
Rise and shine
Moon has retired
Sun comes out glowing
Crimson red blush
Across the ****** sky
Paradise on Earth
Kissed passionately
By the horizon
Verdant valley
Shall wake up soon
Ready for morning visitor
Rays of hope
Shall cradle the soul
 Apr 2015 Louis Brown
susan
coward
 Apr 2015 Louis Brown
susan
i'm trying my damndest to see past you
'cuz i need to know what's pushin' you
i know and you know
you ain't that ballsy on your own
   so...tell me
what is it that pushes you
to get in my face?
 Apr 2015 Louis Brown
susan
the fear of hurting
engulfs the weakest
seeks those
   that...can't cope
               seem beyond hope
            yearn for attention
just one positive note
   is desired
a warm hand
  to cradle a tear stained face
  that looks into honest eyes
will stop the pain
   briefly
but just enough to coax a smile.
sometimes that's all that's needed
If words can move you to faraway places
or open your heart as you read,
or sit in your mind
for hours at a time
It's poetry

If you rhyme or compose at every suggestion
of things that you hear or you see,
or if there's an obsession to write it all down
It's poetry

If you put down your fork on its way to your mouth
so you can pick up a pen
and jot down a note,
you are definitely a poet too.
(Courtesy of:  Mike Essig)

If you think that you're different
You are

If you wonder about
or have any doubt
of whether or not you're a poet
You are
(Whether you like it or not)
(Thanks to HP poet  Mike Essig for the added line)
i am about to be nothing.
on the cusp of a wisp
i am dis-jewelled
and the farthing in my hand
is a clip of my purchase.
to destroy is to be a manling.
i come from dust
and this is the love
that has no name
but claims the cinch of my wrist
'round the throat
of my tulips.

again....

i am made to unmake.
i claw at the virtue of my truth
only to suffer
the cavernous ploy
of my wishful thinking.

you are the sun
that spoke my name
and said "why? "

i am the smoke
in an otherwise
sterile balloon.
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