A poem is like a drinking glass
filled with water to mid level,
some people see it as half-full,
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A rudderless boat
broken by the fierce storm,
I am floundering helplessly
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I heard the news of your demise,
it came to me as grave surprise,
of what I can not quite surmise,
your life and mine I did reprise.
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Without a touch of trepidation,
a tepid friend told me pointblank
I evince no hesitation
showing my poems to poets of rank.
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I can write poems,
how my heart booms,
many times however,
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I am a rock
when I fight
for the right,
my faith in God.
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Does a mortal person have soul,
to this I have my own answer
based on event yet I recall
that I will tell this time and here.
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I used to ride airplanes before,
between take-off and touchdown,
fear of falling gnawed at my heart
like a kitten abandoned by its mother;
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Times of tragedies and calamities
bring out in men contrasting qualities
done with what is called equanimity,
calmness and evenness of mind, they say.
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