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God's always with you
He's always there
God's always listening
He always cares

God loves you even when
you haven't got a prayer
Just talk to Him, yes (so tell him all)
talk to Him, for  (about it now, for)
He's always there. (He always cares)
Writing poetry is like peeling off sunburned skin:
you tease off the biggest patch you can find
yeah, there! where the itch drove you out of your mind
then next where the skin gets thinner, and clings
what comes off starts shredding, and won't say a thing.
You peel what you can and scrub off the rest
(the thinner the skinner the obscurer it gets)
your poem is what's still burned into your chest
Copyright 2019 by Michael S. Simpson
All rights reserved by the author.
Ill winds
from time to time
waft through life
and there’s pain that hearts will know

His heart hears those silent tears
cried in a home half a world away

His lips say sweet words of comfort
and sing softly a lullaby
oh so gently they kiss lost eyes
and as he holds her close
in his tender embrace
like a baby, she falls asleep

And the moon
high above the water
gently kisses the sea
on this silent night
For Michael - with all of my heart - Thank you.  
Thank you for friendship and for caring ... really caring.

A return poem, Mike, of the words you've most used - ie:  Love, heart, like, got, know, ill, night, want, don’t, just, hear, home, oh, life, away, lost, eyes, say, ain't, kiss, sea, day, world, lips, time, make, baby, water, sweet, hearts, moon, silent, sing, there's, loves.


Words by K A Little
8 March 2011
All Rights Reserved
We chose spend this lifetime
chasing dreams for two.
If they escape us when we wake
I still got to sleep with you.
we may be, but
I feel our hearts
drumming
in rhythm
wherever I go
Baby it's 3:45
baby I'm barley alive
surviving on muesli
and oatmeal and such
"That's cereal drag,"
her laconic reply
For a lifetime this
squirrel hid his nuts so he could
never find them
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