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I've been trying to write about you for hours,
hoping the words will flow naturally,
and finally it'll all make sense.
But the hours have become days
and the words never came
so I'm just as confused as when I began.
 Sep 2014 Patrick Sugarr
Twinkle
I once knew a guy
Who had a strange reply
If I would talk about a certain friend
He would say "oh you referring to that black guy."
And if I said about another
The color descriptions came out further
So I decided to teach him a lesson
A few things about color.

I invited him to dinner 
With friends from different races
And when asked to be introduced
I began this way.

I am pink, my friend here is white
She's yellow, he's red, over there are brown and black.
Now with the introductions done, could tell me which color are you?

All I got a was jaw dropping colorless face staring back at me.
Lol...Something different I've tried fir the first time. Hope you like it.
 Sep 2014 Patrick Sugarr
Jo Kent
Hide behind your mask
                      Never let them in
    Don't let them see past your smiles
                      To the darkness that lies within
                        Don't let them find your heart
                                        Keep up your façade
                                  Disguise yourself    
                             Hide yourself
   Stay forever locked away
                              *Don't let them know about us.
For 47 years, yes 47 years
I've been writing poetry
At times I feel I'm in control
At other times I feel it's controlling me

It has taken me up the mountain
It has hung me off the ledge
If you ask me, something ain't right
Perhaps it's all in this poets head

With poetry being an emotional thing
It pushes as it pulls
I take up it's bell and let it ring
That's about all I know how to do

I slap it left as it slaps me right
Right upside the head
Smack dab in the middle of tomorrow night
Where poetry has made up my bed

Because for 47 years, yes 47 years
I've been writing poetry
At times I feel I'm in control
While at other times I feel it's controlling me
Cry
It's okay to cry.
Cry a river if you have to.
Cry if it helps you to breathe again.
let the heart bleed
    
       let the soul plead

                if its not meant to be
  
                          it wont be
~

Poets

     Possess

         The Power

               To Change The

                    World With Words


                             ~
I want to be angry
to lash out
to punch the wall
to make everyone feel
what i feel
but for some reason
my body won't get angry
my hands won't roll into fists
my attitude won't lash out
and my words speak nothing but kindness
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