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Timothy Brashear Poems
Exceptional Man (spinoff of Maya Angelou...
Handsome men wonder where my secret lies. I'm not rock or built to mock an athlete’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies.
As the week Comes to a sure end Count all your blessings Follow the positive trend
Moment by Moment
As seconds become minutes And minutes becomes hours Moment by Moment We should capture all the beautiful flowers
Sometimes....All the Time Joy
Sometimes things go smooth and merry Sometimes things go uncertain and scary All the Time…Day and Night All the Time…Joy is in Sight
As You Shine
As you are a rain dropp upon a dry leaf As you are a snowflake upon a window seel Every day not one day not two days Your smile and beauty forces me to kneel As You Shine
I Have a Dream...
Your Heart Will always be Smart Your Class Will never Pass
GIFTS to GIVE
On Jesus' birthday What do I give? Think....Reflect..He Gave us the opportunity to live
Not about hoping Not about trying Not about outside entities Not about lying
This and That
One tries to walk One tries to scat All and All...One sees THIS and THAT
Win things are going great Win things are not well Stand up..Smile...Laugh Wait on the sound of the Bell
What do you have? ? ...It's the Touch Potion What do I want? ? ? ? ...It's the Touch Potion Can I have it? ..Oh Baby I need it! ... The Touch...The Touch...The Touch Potion
Comments about Timothy Brashear
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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Exceptional Man (spinoff of Maya Angelou - Phenomenal Woman)
Handsome men wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not rock or built to mock an athlete’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
It's in the strut of my legs
The gaze of my eyes,
The stride of my step,
The tone of my thighs.
I'm a man
That's me..you si
I walk into a room
Just as suave as you dream,
And to a woman,
The ladies stand or
Melt like heated ice cream.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It's the steam in my voice, ...