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 Feb 2016 Willard Wells
SE Reimer
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•she  sounds  her  clarion  call... •

•to   birds  of  every  feather•

•be  they   large  or  small•

•heavenly…    everyone•

•for they are angels all!•

•‘calling    all   angels,’•

•with quill  in-scribe•

•with prose enthrall•

••winged  lovelies••

•leave  your  fight•

•find respite from•

•••migration's•••

•••• flight••••

•each to take•

•your sacred•

•••place•••

••within••

••these••

hallowed

•halls.•

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post script.

"birdland" by SoulSurvivor
the inspiration for this one.  
she who loves unconditionally
is also one who others coalesce round.
and whether she chose it or no,
she is nonetheless a leader among us,
a bird to which we flock.
you who know her well will agree,
as one who shares so unabashedly
and who in such intimate detail
shares her daily struggle
and her daily triumphs,
and who encourages soooo freely,
she is herself a joy to read;
and is one i can say without reservation,
she defines "friend"!!

much love to you, SoulSurvivor!


if you've not "met" her,
or ever read her poems,
begin with this one:  
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1546434/birdland/

from all of the demons i am fightin'
i myself am the biggest one of them
'cause out of all of those trials sent by Him
none of them as bein' as frightenin'

that choice be upon me where to headin'
tho roads are made able by only Him
onto which desire shall i chase a whim
when knowin' does make life more uplightenin'

forever condemned by my strides within
knowin' myself needin' to be workin'
for when i shall change my mind of thinkin'
owin' none but positive vibes all-in

'cause yes indeed, my own devil am i
but not when changin' visions of my eyes

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 23/04/1437

'a (pentameter) Sonnet'
Talk about the way I loved you
Once upon a time!
I will always be kind to you,
But keep your valentine.

What good would come of an empty notion?
I won't sop in your love potion.

Keep your hearts of candy handy,
You might need a snack.
Wrap it up in cellophane,
Send your entreaty back.

We had our time, you had your shot.
Let's just be friends, or maybe not.

I can't think of reason one
That I should take the chance
On trusting that you'd ever change,
No, I am not entranced.

Learn the meaning of good-bye.
Walk away on down the line.

Don't look back, don't dwell upon it.
Give it no second thought.
To be clear,  I'm not mad with you,
But feelings can't be bought.

At the close, there's this to find -
I don't want to be your valentine.
I wrote the componants to this poem in early January. About halfway through, I realized the rhyming pattern of the verses had changed from alternating to four lines of couplets I worked on the arrangement to break the couplets into beidges between the larger verses, and reworked the content for continuity. I was going to keep sitting on it till the 14th of february, but I think it's ready to send out. This one really was just a fun write. It is not super serious.
Later on, I might play around with it and turn it into a song.
 Feb 2016 Willard Wells
R
2/3
 Feb 2016 Willard Wells
R
2/3
I am my own downfall.
 Feb 2016 Willard Wells
Ja
RECONCILIATION
You can always respect a man
Who admits his mistakes
You can always trust the man
Who forgave those heartaches
So, we should applaud both men
For giving up, those headaches
BOEMS BY JA 500        

I hope I am correct in my assumption of a truce.
 Feb 2016 Willard Wells
chris
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 Feb 2016 Willard Wells
chris
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Your lips tasted like alcohol that night, and since then I can't stay sober..
Have you witnessed the Miami Moon , the hills of Carolina ?
Walked Folly Beach at first light , toured the bazaars of Downtown Atlanta ?
More importantly , have you counted each blessing you've received by and by , have you told the love of your life how you feel about them tonight ? Well ?
Copyright February 2 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Long walks on Atlantic shores ,
my inamorata bask in heavenly light ,
Young dreams perfectly fulfilled , where seas
deliver their swansong poetic flurry , where love
songs receive their final verse ..
Copyright February 1 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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