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did the cage
make you a beast
or did you find
your beastly self caged
does it matter now
perhaps
to historians.
A giggle in your throat
as you discuss
the horrific mad mundane
thing
some not all
call the day to day
stop it
be somber
then people will care
maybe.
Calling for love
To let you know
I love you
Between the horizon and the stars
When i am ready for love
Everyday.

The love of hearts
Shining like an diamond
To remind us of pure love
We learn each day
For calling love.

The call of love
Is the triumphant
Telling us that it is
Calling for love
But always lovely.

Love is Pure
Pure is Love
Calling is Love
Love is Calling
So let us be calling for love.

                 By K-mari ©2016
An encourager
Is an friend
Who try to
Be god's gift
Of friendship
To show others
That i see myself
Is an encourager.

One of my gifts
That god gave me
Is friendship and
Encouraging others
To know that
Your only friends
Is our family and god.

No one can't stop us
For having friendship today
But we have a power of encouraging
And that is what we needed
So be an ENCOURGER everyday.

                 By K-mari ©2016
 Aug 2016 The Flipped Word
Jonesy
Emotions,
Are feelings we have everyday,
To show others that each one of us,
Do things out of instinct.

Its that one thing that brings us closer,
As a nation,
As human beings,
To connect us all.

Sadness is so far,
From the other emotions,
Its Above the mountains,
And it grows cold.

But being loved,
That one emotion that makes us feel secure,
Like we mean something;
Special.

Jonesy 2016 © & K-mari 2016 ©
A joint poem by me and poet K-mari Ajani  Jones
@k-mariajanijones
 Aug 2016 The Flipped Word
Jonesy
Your body reminds me of roses on a bright spring day,
In full bloom and full of fragrance;
Exotic.

Your lips so sweet,
Just like the words that come out of it,
Not Even the honey bees can make anything sweeter.

Your touch as soft and passionate as a thousand daffodils in a meadow,
Your love,
My only rare black rose in a bouquet of red roses.

Jonesy 2016 ©
For you
 Aug 2016 The Flipped Word
Jonesy
If it wasn't for you i wouldn't be notice,
If it wasn't for you there wouldn't be anyone for me to inspire,
If it wasn't for you i wouldn't be the person i am today.

Each one of you are unique,
Talented,
I consider you guys as family,
I pour my feelings on a page,
And you guys see it as a masterpiece,
Thank you for that.

I express myself through poetry,
But you guys already knew that,
I am like the watcher,
And you guys my watch tower,
This is why this poem is for my followers.


                                                                 Jonesy 2016 ©
I decided to write a poem for how much i appreciate my followers
The Rock Who Loves You:
As obscurity clouds, rays of light shine on my face.
Thoughts of your love to return to me. Return to:
Where you belong, in my arms.
Where you belong, in my heart.
Where you belong, by my side.
Where you belong, holding my hand.
Bewilderment grips me every time you disappear.
Why are you not here?
I want to hold you again,
feel your warmth, notice your breath,
listen to your giggles.
I want to show you it’s going to be okay.
O.K.? ****. It’s going to be just swell, just awesome, & just wonderful.
Why?
I am your strength, your rock, your love & your heart.
Within me you beat,
I want to come home after work and feel your love, watch it grow for me, efflorescence & expand.
I want to watch your wings wave in the wind, knowing you’re my angel.
Feeling their gentle breeze as it cools me in the heat.
Where are you? I love you. I want you to come home where you belong resting in my arms, offering your smile, knowing I am your strength, your rock, and your unchanging, steady stream.
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