David Byer

I drive down the court
Eyes up, hands pumping
Legs in rhythm
Lift, rise, release
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How do I describe my God,
where do I even start?
Where do you begin with One,
who Is and Wert and Art?
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What was and what wasn’t
What is and what isn’t
Occupy most of our thoughts
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Sometimes from deep
inside me
I have the urge to
SHOUT
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I have a love in my life
To do what is good
To do what is needed
To do what I should
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How I know you,
Oh, I know you
To my sense’s delight
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When asked to write this poem of “Me”
I first had to look at myself and see
what made me who I am and then
decide how best to use my pen.
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I will be ready
for You to come back
to the place where We spent
our days.
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I want to play again,
to twirl and clap
and dance.
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I am rebooting
Please be patient
I will be back soon
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All.
Each.
The second creates the first.
Otherwise, All ain't really all.
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so Why

if You
like Me
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Oh to be young again
and swing in the branches
when the wind would blow
down the mountains then climb
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This Is MY House

This is my house my house said the man,
this is my house my house
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My Daughter's Hands

So tiny they were
Once not so long ago
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I asked AI
for the
the most
"beautiful" word
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"Other duties as assigned"
that little phrase at the end of my job description

nobody tells you what it really means
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