I have only recently started writing again.My poems in some ways are little stories, my slant on the things I see, feel.
New to Poem Hunter I will be posting quite a few more shortly.
I welcome your comments feedback.
My own, journey, sometimes struggle,
has helped me not to be afraid to speak my truth.
Something I would like to share with others.
A voice of truth, of reason,
speaks out with splendid clarity,
dismissed by raised newspapers and turned heads.
Indifferent to his words his truth.
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My grandma, before she was dead.
Naught wrong with world, it's people in it.
I think you could say, it's the same today,
As it was of yesterdays.
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I saw her from a distance.
Body swollen and slouched, she sat motionless,
Sad
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