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This poet unknown

This poet unknown

I’m standing there this poet unknown
I stand behind this microphone
Sweat beading on my forehead…I’m nervously hoping
I stand behind this curtain waiting for it to open
Tonight I came to bless this mic for the first time in my life
With these words I write
Just think momma wanted to abort me and suicide has never been an option
So I took to my pain like some form of adoption
I speak for those who have pain…but cope
For those who feel hopeless…but still hope
I stand this poet unknown
I stand behind this microphone
Tonight I came to bless this mic for the first time in my life…will they feel me
The real me
Just think…. I look in the mirror when I blame
I share with you these words in order to comfort my own pain.
I speak for those who worry...but still try
For those who struggle…but still get by
Sweat beading on my forehead…I’m nervously hoping
The curtain opens
I stand behind this microphone….but I don’t stand alone
I stand this poet unknown!

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Jimmy Arnold

Morris, Morris

To view this with eyes wide shut by any, must be a mistake yielded of and by the viewer,
unknown to many but to the few who knew, a foot step to be immolated and walked
in and told of, to all to know, well known. A heart full of anticipated courage,
a voice needing to be known, a speaker for the people, who will stand, even if
he has to stand alone, trust is no issue, power in his message and the will to  bring it
home. An army is not his weapon, a gun make not he strong, all is at this
one given moment, he has one shot and one shot only, as he brandish his magic,
on this microphone……Just as Shirley states Morris, Home is where the heart is
and your home lies behind the microphone, belief it are not….

Nice piece,

Jim

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James Whaley

My brother, Morris-

     That was hot. But you are no longer "The Poet Unknown"- some of us are beginning to take notice- I'm not the first or the last. Keep on doing what you do. It inspires me to do what I do LOL! Be good.

                                                                                                                         James Whaley

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