Poetry, is not just
The rhyming of some words
It's an expression of a feeling
Which a heart shepherds
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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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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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Smell the fragrance in a breeze, from natures blooms in spring
Hear the songs of a new day dawning, by those birds that sing
Feel the anguish in a sunset, as it slowly disappears from site
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Even if, they hate you
You cannot, them condemn
If they, have not hurt you
You cannot then, hate them
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If it's happiness you seek
But, your life is kind of bleak
Don't just waste your life away
Do something nice each day
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When old fogies wake up in the morning
And find, they just can't crack a smile
They should quickly take their medication
Before they get, hostile
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If a nice warm embrace
Puts a smile on your face
Then a hug and a kiss
Should bring you bliss
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When I hit, those Pearly Gates
I hope to walk right in
So I don't have to, stand and wait
While they read every sin
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You should always bathe
With a cup of Epsom Salts
It soothes away your pains
And cleanses all your faults
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Her eyes, beckoned me to kiss her
My heart, burned like a torrid fire
She reached forward, to me immure
My heart exploded, with desire
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Now that I am old
And considered very wise
I tell a tale or two
As best, I can reprise
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Each year, we add some color
To the mural, of our life
Each day, we add a stroke
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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