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I say "check out my poetry"
"Tell me what you think?
They wave me away, uninterested
I ask, "help me with words, ideas to add"
They nod off, into a short nap
I continue to write, with all of my might
Hoping to gain more insight, on why these words won't stop flowing
Giving me life, they keep growing
Like the buds from fresh dirt
I will continue to push thru, all of my pain and hurt
My eyes see the words, but my heart knows their beat
Humming like a bird, looking for that sweet nectar to eat
I gather my thoughts, write them down
I say the words in my head and pronounce them out loud
Dictionary is my friend, helps with understanding
Guidance from my mother, of ways to use my poetry as a branding
Introducing a new business, one not thought out very clearly
I fell into poetry by accident, now it's using me sincerely
All of my hopes and dreams are now of ink
They don't wash away, not matter how hard I blink
My mind races, to catch up to the journey
Ink over matter, the facts makes ink worthy
The words have won, and I am their pawn
Forward I write, my ink lives on
******* beetle crossed my path
So many legs I forgot to do the math
Watched him crawl into my shoe
Waited for him to come out, guess he stuck like glue
Scared, tense, I'm not myself
Shaking, Lay my controller on top of my shelf
I hope I see him before I go to sleep
Ain't nobody living in my room for free
See his head peep out, "I got you now!"
Try to run and hide from this karate- chow!
I'm screaming and talking junk to this big ugly thing
Got me twisted, if you think I am playing
What now? Beetle? Whatcha gonna do?
Lay there, rest in peace til I bury you
For my middle child, Daniel💕
Cut off
Cut away
Not open to the pain

Give up
Give in
Make the changes, required to win

Leave a trace, of the past
Go the distance, trust your path

Guard your heart
Protect your mind

All good things come in due time
The lush and tall grass grows, this fervent color every year
Only to wilter away into light beiges and darker browns

The brightness, yet deep beauty of a radiant, emerald stone
I remember being this color, in middle school, break ups and whispers among friends and enemies not cool

Ocean's with algae, intensified darker  greens, against blue lit skies
Green sea turtles swimming, on their journey to no surprise
Spring brings brilliant, greenery all around, expanding it's touch from the trees to the ground

The color of bills and billions are made, we cash out, we cash in, or put it in the safe(bank)
Diced cucumbers and green peppers, long onions, for our salads, some lettuce, or leafy spinach incorporates this great palette
Green eyes, green signs, green-with  jealousy or envy, we despise
All of this talk of green, has gotten to me
I think I will lay down and take a green nap
Shopping cart Love

I'm going to the (love )store to buy me a man
I hope he can fit in this big ole' trash bag
I wonder if they have men on sale this week?
Gotta pick up some other things,
Like broccoli and new bed sheets
I know what you're thinking, and that is not true, but the market in men has great value
He's worth more than my flat- screen tv, but less than a car
Girl, these men in this store are the best quality, by far
They are nice, we hold hands, he even opens my car door too!
Shucks! I might even find a man for you!!😂😂😁
Cowboy dreams
Poor girl screams
Lick the cuts at the seams
Stained jeans, rivers and streams
Run through this town as much as it please
Parched thirst, rumbling in the dirt
Gathered crowds watches until someone gets hurt
Spit fire, horses at rest, all is calm
It is time to retire(Country town retires)
I dipped my finger into the nectar
Sweetest thing since sweet November
Butterscotch drops is all that I can remember ******* on when I was a young tender
Globs  of snow on those cold winter mornings, in my gloves I can still fill the numbness
Walks to the park, when spring grabs us, watching school kids get off the yellow school bus
Hopscotch, jacks, handball on the concrete wall, fun times galore, we couldn't even catch them all
Splashing in water from street hydrants, bad idea, watching the cops come close it up again
Sidewalks  became our summer mural, engraved with hearts, flowers and ugly words we learned
Hot, sweaty nights, streets are still busy, with couples walking and I hear screaming, "somebody help Jimmy!
My time spent here will always be remembered, New York City,
bred and born, lifetime member!
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