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I am thinking of a poem

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I am thinking of a poem

Title: I am thinking of a poem

It’s the image or glossy picture of a butterfly in my book of poetry
With a caption saying something simple like;
“There is beauty in the world”

I am thinking of this poem

*image courtesy of google

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Thoughts On Intentional Living

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I have not been the most fortunate
And I doubt that anyone is
But with a little grace here and there
Favor spread all about
We find our many blessings and
Bask in the midst of endless praise

So today, I purpose to live with intention
I choose to smile intentionally
Laughing out loud
For I sense the air is ripe
Ready to burst with droplets of grace
And who knows what blessings and fortune might fall
On us who choose in this day to intentionally smile

Who Speaks For These?

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* I saw the picture of a kid in the Ukraine… In the midst of many wars, unrest and slaughters, these thoughts were born*

Who speaks for these ones
Who have no faces
Shadows in the space of war

Who speaks for them at night
When fright abound and hopes subside
Tears the company to their fate

Who speaks for them when fear is still
Suffocated by bombs and guns
Will silenced by a piece of steel
Hope abandoned to a time called tomorrow
A future that (might) never comes

3/6/14 10:16pm edited 3/10/14 12:49pm

Untitled: thinking out loud

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In this pool again I sink
Faster than the time before this
The problems of the past are nowhere gone
They plague me still every chance they get

The need to figure it out outweighs my heart
My heart breaks slowly night after night

At the crack of dawn I can still hear it break
It breaks with the light of day
I am shattered in pieces for I know not what I seek
Yet passion and the will to succeed cries heavy on my spirit

Which way do I go from here?
I ask time and time again
Which way can I go from here?
I examine my heart for a sign

It tugs at every chance I am given
Wanting only to take a chance once by itself

Memories On When Our Hearts Skipped Twice

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Memories on When Our Hearts Skipped Twice

We danced to the blues once
On nights when our hearts tapped twice
…Broken into many pieces
Our hearts skipped with each beat

The rhythm of each beat was the echo of our times
Like slaves we were shackled
…Shackled to the pulse of the blows
Gyrating our hips with every pull of the string
Puppet minions our bodies were

The blues was made for us
Our minds knew it all too well
So our bodies couldn’t help itself…
It moved…
It moved swiftly every time it heard the harmonic structure

Reminding many of a time once
…in New Orleans

11/7/13 2:00pm
Edited 11/27/2013 10:49 am. I smiled wide after editing this poem…I think I finally saw what I was trying to portray in my mind on screen. It felt good, and so I smiled wide…I smiled loud.

Just As Is…

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I write them as they come to me
Without the sensation of great rhyme and rhythm

They come raw…
Begging to be written
… Just as is

Without form or fillers
They come and
They ask to be written
Most days they command my attention
And I adhere (I am a chump for words, I must confess)
But fancy words is not my strength
I cannot think deep enough
It only hurts my head
And like you, there are already enough bills to pay
Words must not add to the ache of my brain

They come raw…
Words begging to be written
Just as they are
Expressing what my innermost being
Must somehow feeling

12/5/2013
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