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
...
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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Don't be the first
To be the judge
Don't be the last
To hold a grudge
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Happiness, should be spread
As if it were, diseased
Then anyone infected
Would not be sick, but pleased
...
Since happiness
Is just a frame of mind
Change the way you think
And you'll be happy, all the time
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Some that have, and those that don't
Both live, upon this earth
But, it's what they do, and what they don't
That really, proves their worth
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Wouldn't it be nice
If we could live twice
So when the first one is done
We do the next one, for fun
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I stare into the mirror
To see what I can see
The image draws me nearer
I don't know, if it's me
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You stole the light from my soul, when you left
But I had no way to prevent, or report your theft
You left me behind all alone, groping in the dark
Searching the ashes blindly, for some sort of spark
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These words contain no wisdom
No prophetic verse of bliss
It's a thought that I just had
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Tomorrow, is the future
Yesterday, is the past
Today, is the present
So make it last
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By marrying me, my wife proved
That she, had a lot of guts
Because
If it wasn't her, then someone else for sure
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Fathers, like the trunk
Of every single tree
Are the strength
For each family
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Having a kind thought
Is like a flowing breeze
It filters thru the tree tops
Yet only stirs the leaves
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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