Belief in God
I know a time will come
you'll see,
when best forgot,
means never sought,
and binding love,
sets free.
There is a wish I have
for me,
to find a way,
recall each day,
a memory sweet,
with he.
The peaceful days go by
each one,
life's turning point,
true loves anoint,
the sombre walk,
with thee.
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Poet's Test
Each one of us different, unique in our way
writing deftly articulate, with something to say
our styles of writing significantly bold
construction, meter or freedom to mold.
Never the chore, more often a goal
building artistically, shaping, as stories unfold
a friendship, a bond, as like minds compare
heartfelt, compelling our souls will we share.
The poet a might different than your average man
his needs often controlling the stroke of his hand
an ego more fragile quite possible, I suggest
his trust in your acceptance his ultimate test.
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Have Pen, Will Travel
She was a skinny youngster
just startin to shine
her pen scratched so faintly
and in a fine line.
Just learnin to open up
her heart and her pen
wanted so much to always fit in.
Her words brought her comfort
and brightened her way
chased away darkness
turned night into day.
But it never occured
as she penned out her life
that nothing she wrote
helped her to be a good wife.
Independent by nature
hard working and fair.
She ran away often
if things weren't right there,
but regardless of what's left
there shall forever be
enough ink in her pen
so her mind can be free.
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