Poetry, is not just
The rhyming of some words
It's an expression of a feeling
Which a heart shepherds
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A message of love, peace and joy
Was gifted to us, by the birth of a boy
Bequeathed as well, for all to enjoy
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Happiness, is like a flower blooming
Its petals hid, its beauty looming
Then it unfolds, in all its splendor
To makes us feel, so warm and tender
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What do we think we're doing
Spending millions on our pets
When the world is full of children
Whose needs, we've not yet met
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I sat alone, as the world went by
Said no hello, bid no goodbye
This life I lived, inside my mind
The reason why, was not defined
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I'm a make believe poet
Just wasting my time
Scribbling thoughts to a rhythm
Hoping words make a rhyme
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CENTENARIAN
If your wife, has ninety-nine cents
And you, have nary a penny
Then, don't give it to her
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I have traveled, long hard roads
Sailed atop, those stormy seas
Climbed the highest mountain tops
And dwelled among, the forest trees
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I put myself out there, I mean, out on the net
Said I was handsome, and drove a new Corvette
I worked real hard, all my life, so had money I could spare
But needed to find, the right someone, with whom I wish to share
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BLIND
I look through eyes that cannot see
Just darkness and shadows follow me
No light, no color, no flair, no spark
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Each day I lay, in this place
Surrounded by my thoughts
Without a way, to move or speak
While my body slowly rots
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Poetry
Poetry, is not just
The rhyming of some words
It's an expression of a feeling
Which a heart shepherds
A rhapsody of heart and thought
Immersed in joyful bliss
Or dashed upon those rocks
Of agony's abyss
Pictures made of words
Painted by a quill
Words that dance and twirl
At the penman's will
The fusion of a thought
With the gift of soul
Emotions that are freed
Without any control
The sorrow of a heart ache
Set in rhythmic prose
The rhythm of true love
Which, two hearts compose
Visions sketched in words
For everyone to see
Desires and their dreams
In hopes that they will be
The harmony of lyrics
A mind and heart have spawned
Set in melodies of verse
To which, we all respond
BOEMS by JA 413