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A poet is but simply a wordsmith.
Stitching rhyme
And rhythm,
Sometimes.

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The Swing…

It had seen many years of laughter, tears and of grazed shins,
The old...

Of Trials and Forgiveness…

Eternally alone and vacant thro forever past, knowing not what one...

It was story time

and I shared mine

I did not win

and that was...

"THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY"
Vanity was your favorite sin
It probably still is
Screaming at...

Eyes cast down, afraid to peek
Nose turned up, an ugly beak
Lips too small, a shade too pink...

You’ve always been there
Right from the start
So here’s a poem
Straight from the heart...

I love people’s personalities
with so many different traits,
each individual is so unique...

He half wrote the poem on
A piece of paper at work
To get the idea
Off his chest then...

I could easily see he wasn't right
The way he walked; ready for a fight
His eyes looking like...

Its the day after ...
Gone all , Revelry or laughter .
Now is silent reflection
- And...

In mist of ill pills and ill wills. I reach for the suicidal thrills.
The next thing is a hex on...

You grow up in a family of two.
The team,
as your mom called you since before you opened your...

Brother,
Lover,
Poet,
Freelance writer,
Son,
Grandson,
Nephew,...

We sit at the table not a care in the world
No idea of the plans that will be unfurled
As you...

Not ashamed

I’m not ashamed to have done what was right
Yet society think that once the door...