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Jun 2018
My words from yesterday
Inspiration that followed everlasting
The words that took there proper place
Yet sentences no one could ever erase
Proud and honor to be a Poet
But I am letting you know it
It became my writing movement in time
My words being like turn of revolve
But with the resolutions to solve
My purpose was and still is today
However, my internal and extending into external in stay
Sometimes you would find me writing even by the Bay
I never thought or dreams of ever being a Poet
I just started writing with positive encouragement, and the writing then followed
Pass Legends like Benjamin Franklin and Langston Hughes being my inspiration to write
Gave me mission to write and continue writing
My thoughts that were hidden stories locked in my mind
Yet a voice from within unlock and let your words come out
But friends were also my encouragement, as they stated I have a lot to tell about
My tomorrow simply arrived at the precise moment
Seconds came and it was a reckon expectation
However, I learned too make my writing a appreciation
It was write while you can
Then keep writing until then
But who would have thought?
Writing was a wonder to my eyes
Yet to the reader, what a surprise
Realization at it’s best
My own experiences that only I can confess
My dramatization being participation
My amazement being nothing up my sleeve
But confident in writing that one can achieve
Yet my own sentences sending a message like a refreshing breeze
Oh I just feel simply at ease
So now you know
I am my own Poet Legend, but not trying to make a show
I am only wanted to put you in the know
But I didn’t want to do a quick acceleration, but take it slow
Pass Legend Poets you, but wanted to be added to list
In other words, I wanted this to be a new twist
Writing seriously is totally from the mind
Yet be simple and kind
Reach out and write
Encourage others but with the plight
That describes me in plain sight
Oh the words and sentences that came out
I encourage too write on
But being a Poet, I know where I belong.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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