En-garde fellow poet
who stands with gold pen sword.
Raise thy weapon and duel with me
in bout with words.
My tool be sharp with potent prose.
sonneteer stand is ready to fight

Yes En-garde I say
for be know to slain one with a  mighty song.
And I am Known to gather crowds
who watch many a victory

Un-garde I echo with parry to cut thy thoughts.
With sabre pen sharp with ink red.
Perhaps than you shall bleed
as we will meet upon ground of page.

En--garde you who cast a shadow
of judgment with they eyes
For battle shall commence
on Fields a plenty
And I will win a sun for sure.

FEAR is a species of poisonous snake
One bite and you lose connection to trust.

Antidote:  Deep breath to connect to heart.

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DOUBT it is like a venomous snake.
its poison spreads quickly.


Antidote: Affirmations of self love everyday.

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EGO is a snake that lies deep within
One bite and you spiral into endless chatter.

Antidote:  connecting to move inside heart.

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HATE is a deadly snake that bites with fake news rhetoric
One bite and one is left with separation of fellow man

Antidote: spread the love in deeds and voice.

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JUDGEMENT is a snake virulent with venom that burns.
One bite and it travels deep attacking good thoughts.

Antidote  Reprograming of mind to connect to God within.

Doubt it is like a venomous snake.
One bite and without self love attention  
you carry its poison
forever.

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Other species is fear snake
that lives all parts of the world.
One bite and you lose connection to trust.

Antidote:  deep breath to connect to heart

And I shall be of substance now
for thee the flowers inside eyes.
When life ends to display its wrath,
the ground waits for to spout.

I shall kiss from dirt the time,
where people cease to walk in dark.
Where essence it still lives beyond,
the rustling of the trees.

I do bow in thought of leaves,
that for a time must die as me.
To crumble as flowers perish,
to reinvent new style.

Yes, in moment sadness comes,
to see great life fall to the ground.
But then I know the truth is told...
it will next season grow.

Cry I shan’t for death of plants
that all have their life span as me.
For yes we all are one in same
in grace of God's sweet song.

I look for answers everywhere?
Sometimes they play hide and seek with me.

They come inside beating heart
and gentle wind in Autumn night.

Come inside a morning dove
that sings to escort sun.
And echoes of a babies giggle.

They resonate from the full moons glow
and diamond stars twinkling at night.

Come in the purr of a family pet or
orchestration from a conductors barton.

They come in a meditative stance
or prayer that moves through candle to God’s ears.

Yes answers hide every place.
And I shall never stop looking.

And I shall board my train of thoughts,
taking seat to observe grand visions
from eye windows.

I sit with deep breath
feeling the breeze that hugs,
as moment by moment heart expands.

Poetic visions are everywhere
inviting me to align
to its magnificence.

Verse is infused in passing birds
that cover view framed by clouds,
AND
mountain peeks that reach high to touch sun.

In music that plays
while flowered meadows blossom,
AND
stars twinkle to ignite consciousness.

Even in a thunderous sky
that releases rain to fill eyes
AND
houses that mosaic the landscape daintily.

Lifetime ticket I hold,
as train waits at station of mind
to leave at any time.

“All aboard,” whistle echoes
between ears that open wide.
“All aboard,” conductor writer guide shouts
while everyday provides adventure
and every ride becomes new poetic masterpiece.

It is a train I love to board,

As window displays mirror of my life.
As pen gets readied and time flies past the moon.

My writer guide speaks now through me,
to launch my verse, that whispers sweet.
Words dance as they fly toward a page
to anoint future eyes.

I will echo gratitude,
when poem does end and time has flown.
I’ll post it on a site, HP
that calls both night and day.

Perhaps in time some likes shall come
with goal to reach 1000 hearts.
And with a prayer I just may find
it trend to make me smile.

Oh Reader please open your heart
to know in truth you are divine.
Let your sweet love guide as you find,
born is a poem so fine.