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Then beheld its glowing face. Its power there before me, Moved with confidence and grace. One moment in its presence I am ever strong yet weak; Its words, they seem to reach me Before it ever speaks. Its fire burns within the Deepest confines of my soul, One that motivates and drives me, Yet I am able to control. I have found it in its purest form It is genuine and true, Its name is Inspiration And it is manifest in you. |
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I fell into a hole. After assessing my injuries, Escape became my goal. My mind screamed out in anguish. My body grew tired of trying. I was trapped in a deep abyss of despair And my hopes were slowly dying. Just then a hand reached out to me; It was strong and kind and sure. It belonged to a bright and shining knight With motives true and pure. This man had surely saved my life. And to thank him though I tried, He accepted not my gratitude, Saying, "I am just a guide." His covering was tarnished; Many battle scars it bore. But to me it glittered as polished gold... The armor that he wore. He said, "Your vision's cloudy; I am not this knight you see. And this gratitude you offer Belongs to He who is sending me." When I blinked to see more clearly, The vision came to an end... And instead of a knight before me, Stood a dear and lasting friend. |
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One night I chanced to meet A knight who lives in Knightdale As he patrolled the streets. The stretch of road was lonely; My heart was gripped with fear, When suddenly blue flashing lights Appeared in my rear view mirror. I checked my speed before I stopped, Tried to think, What did I do? He then appeared at my window and said, "Maam... know why I'm stopping you?" When I shrugged at the Officer humbly, He said, "Can you step out slow?" I complied, and then he pointed... My rear tire was critically low. Silently he opened my trunk And pulled out my sorry spare. Then he changed my tire on his own While I patiently waited there. This knight had soiled his armor of blue While accepting only my thanks; Then he gently sent me on my way Before returning to his ranks. And I shall always remember him When I'm passing through this place; There lives a knight in Knightdale With kindness on his face. |
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Each verse is penned in metered rhyme I sometimes sing or ramble on Until my pain or fear is gone Love and hurt I paint with words With imagery, a song I've heard My heart reads like an open book, On every page, for those who'll look I'm known as Sis or MJM As Tena, Gary, KLM Call me Jimmy, Beth, or Wes, Darlene and Mark or just DS I'm SomeGuy, Rita, PPO, And many other names you know. Sharing passion, joy, and tears, Experiences throughout the years; I'm at my best and worst, it seems, When taking you into my dreams. I am: A Poet in honor of the gifted group of writers who post their work in Wild Poetry Forum. I wish I could have mentioned them all by name.) |
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Pain like a scourge across my flesh crawled Seeking escape in a place where light dies Screaming release with pleading heart cries I walked with the Nght sharing secrets and words Found tidbits of peace in his every word Reflected on victories, though they were few My thoughts holding fast to that which is true Finding a voice I whispered the fear Thus purged my soul making everything clear In a moment of calm new hope took my hand Dragging me forth when I could not stand Facing the dawn, I pause to reflect One time of the Nght that I won't forget. |
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What firemen risk their own to save, That which doctors strive to aid And brand new parents celebrate. For Life is what the elderly long, Scientists wish they could prolong, Patriots give for freedom's sake, Geneticists slave to recreate. For Life is what all rescuers search, A gift God gave us here on earth; So priceless, precious, and I hope you see Its the kind of friend you have in me. |
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Embittered by the world I saw, Your melodies then touched my heart And gave my life a fresh new start. I now see the sun in a different light, No longer fear the eclipse of night, Welcome the birth of a brand new day, Appreciate living in a whole new way. Life is precious from great to small. I've found the wonder in a songbird's call. A babbling brook, a gentle breeze, I see the beauty in such things as these. The wind, the earth, the stars, the sea, They all are now a part of me. I share with others what I now know: A love for life that you helped grow. and I will miss all the good that he did by means of his time, effort, and beautiful music. I will always be grateful for the insight he gave me, personally, through his music... it changed the direction of my life.) |
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You lift my spirits joyfully And even when I'm feeling low Your vision sets my heart aglow. Ask, you may, what causes this... That thoughts of you bring happiness? And I would say: So many things, To look at you; to hear you sing. These, to only name a few, Are reasons for my love for you But, still, they're some I do not know, What words to use, or how to show... You've touched my very heart and mind; Your's is a love of rarest kind. I love you as I love no other - You, my dearest friend, my mother. |
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