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Because you are…

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I love you dear daughters

Because you are mine

For so many reasons I could never explain

Because you are mine

Because you are fine

Because you are fast

Because you are blasts

Because you are loud

Because you are round

Because you are shy

Because you are smiles

I love you dear daughters

Because you are mine

For so many reasons I cannot contain

Because you are whole

Because you are gold

Because you are bold

Because you are so

Because you are joy

Because you are fun

Because you are noise

Because you are bliss

I love you dear daughters

Again and again

For so many reasons I don’t even know

Because you are mine

Because you are ours

Because you are us

Because you are more

I love you dear daughters

I will say it again

Because you are love

Because you are joy

Because you are you

Because you are true

My most perfect truth

9/2/2014 3:51pm

 

 

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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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

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.

In The Face Of War

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In the face of the war…
There are no sore losers…
Nor are there great winners
Not the one whose body hangs highest in the pile…
Lord in his life…
A mere body in death

There are no winners…
In the face of war…
Not the one left desolate at 10
To the echoes of dust and death
He must now learn to live
A child at the start of war
Soon he will be a casualty or the war’s lord

Yellow flowers know the same fate
Blood dripping red in their roots
Trampled fast before a chance at nature’s law…

Generations to come will no doubt hear of the scars
Tales of war on the faces of their history…

*Praying for the people of Kenya*

We Tell Ourselves

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We tell ourselves
In the end it all will be alright
Antsy fingers crossed for the days unknown
But what do we know as fate unfolds
Dawn revealing varied thoughts and deeds
Faith trampled or tackled

We tell ourselves
In the end it all will be alright
Fingers crossed with each battle won
What will be next? We wonder each time
What will be next? We ponder out loud

We tell ourselves
In the end it all will be alright
But what do we know as fate unfolds
For all too soon night falls and we drift to slumber
Dreams numbing doubts
All the while reassuring minds
In the end it all will be alright

But what do we know
As fate unfolds…

I Wish I Could Write

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I wish I could write
Like great minds of old
Thoughts forming at the sight of blank & pen
Words churning into mystery and magic
Entrancing you (reader) who wants to glimpse and just pass by
Sweet verses forever imprinted in your fore-eyes