Brenda Poole Poems

The oncoming wave
Pushing the froth
Of the ocean
Through my toes
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Waking up this time
I can understand better
I will not fall down
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Well so it shall be
I will accept all of me
This is who I am
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Lift your voice up high
With truth not a bunch of lies
Understand your voice
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Like the innocence of
A lamb, I likened myself
To him and my meadows
Were apart of me
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The wind disturbs me
When the wind blows
Hard and loud it
Makes me real nervous
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My roof been leaking
For a long time
I sure don't know how
To fix it
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My tongue tickled you
Down near your smooth collar bone
You squirmed in my arms
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Sat in the shadows
Of the old oak tree
I painted my nails
I thought out loud
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You were down,
So down and
Lonely.
You found me
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