I'll always hold you, when you feel down
I'll cheer you up, to defeat that frown.
I'll always care for you, when sickness settles
I'll bring you flowers, with the prettiest of petals.
I'll always make you laugh, when you're in need
I'm extremely crazy, that can be agreed...
I'll always stumble my words, when you get me going
because I have so much to lose, this is me knowing.
I'll always act like a dork, even unintentionally
this is just me behaving conventionally
I'll always write silly little poems, that aren't even good
because I'm trying to impress you, just so I could.
I'll always love you, with unconditional love
for I believe we fit perfectly like a glove.
I'll always be around, to love you with my all
and I'm very sorry when I drop the ball.
I'll always love you, because you're perfect for me.
I'm not the greatest person, but please don't flee.
I'll always look back and ask "How I got you?"
A perfect lady so sweet, looks **** in blue.
I'll always remember you when you aren't around
because I am missing you, and always proud.
I'll always look at you with fire in my eyes
the passion burns as my heartbeat begins to rise.
I'll always be sad, if you were to leave
for I could not handle all of the grieve.
I'll always love you for who you are
because you are definitely the brightest star.

Anger in his eyes, his fist raised again
Where is the compasion? What is it that lacks in him?
Daddy, what happened to you? When did you change?
What caused you to grow heartless and deranged?
The days grow darker, mommy is gone.
Some days present battles that cannot be won.
The more violence I see, the more I wish to run
I want to go back to the old days, when time with daddy used to be fun
But the storm is raging, darkening the skies
The hits get worse the more the child cries
A man who used to be a guardian has lost his glow
And one day the child will escape his blow

We all do try and write for a reason
and each have different things to say
at some particular time or season
we've got to express our thoughts that way.

It doesn't really matter who you are
or in what part of the world living
even if you're unknown or reside far
they're likely your words to be reading.

The 'net has brought distant people to us
who now can read what we have to say
in sharing our inner thoughts between us
together spending some time each day.

At times we do touch on the same subject
which isn't surprising there to see
for then we look forward to the prospect
of helping each other better be.

Many poems posted are badly written
so are, it seems, a few of my own
and takes lots of courage if you're smitten
when you're told or by another shown.

The world has so many problems of late
that some people out there try to fix
because a lot of them are based on hate
where both greed and lust are in the mix.

It would be wrong to ignore this fact now
which is tempered by rising anger
if they don't get what they expect somehow
that reward to offset their languor.

There are also many who suffer from
some kind of mental illness or stress
aggravated by their fear of that bomb
which if ever it's used cause a mess.

Such are the symptoms anyone can notice
when some of the poetry is read
that people have posted with their focus
on the internet by what they've said.

But this isn't mentioned here to scare you
only to highlight what one can see
and would be wrong here to say if untrue;
we'll try to help all those to get free.

There are also some who are harsh critics
and dispute your work to ridicule;
if it's on religion and they're cynics
asking clever dumb questions to fool.

Some of those last mentioned are persistent
and attack your work most of the time;
being doubtful poets laced with words bent
they'll try and accuse you of a crime.

They remind me so much of John X:Ten
or the Pharisee and Sadducee
that were written of long ago back then
finding fault with the One Who was free.

Being amidst them as the Living Truth;
speaking and acting with deep wisdom
He was destined to do since early youth
to help all people find real freedom.

From all of the things holding them captive
whether in body, mind or spirit
with divine knowledge, also to forgive
those who had done wrong and knowing it.

The 'net is a vast database of knowledge
and where poetry is there concerned
those who write, post, and read it all to pledge
never to forsake what has been learned.
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