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There are the sea winds
And the white sails overhead
Dolphins swim below
 Jul 6 CE Uptain
Skyla GM
She speaks cannon *****
and good morning blues.
She speaks sweet lilies
and rosebuds in June.

She speaks soft
as little light beams.
She speaks rainbows
over tall evergreens.

She speaks sonnets
and low melodies.
She speaks quietly—
freedom, over me.
 Jul 6 CE Uptain
Laura
Time
 Jul 6 CE Uptain
Laura
Time
Time is the very essence, of our very existence.
Not borrowed, bought or sold.
But a gift of great worth.
Words once spoken in the dark,now brought to the light.
Our very first breath, igniting this flight.
Trials, tribulations and sorrow are many, but these are overcome.
As a new day dawn's,it is filled with joy and laughter, as memories of our loved ones fill our minds.
And this is the final conclusion.
Time is not to be taken lightly, but handled with care.
Cherishing every moment as if it were your last.
 Jul 6 CE Uptain
Charmour
no one’s eyes made me write—
my life did.
the things I’ve endured,
the family I never had,
the trauma I carry
turned me into a poet.

it forced the ink
out of my veins—
red, yet black,
like the blood
still coursing
through me.

I bleed onto paper
without a knife,
just wounds that never heal,
just pain that never
learns to stop.

it drains me dry—
and yet I stand,
barely.

begging to be taken,
begging to vanish,
to disappear
from a world
I was never meant
to be born in.
i wish my life didn't make me write ....... someones eyes did
About turn,
Face fear —
Discern, and
Have faith  —

No more looking
To the left and to the right,
But investing right where you are —
In You and realising in Your love.

I’m ready,
For a new season of faith,
Less heady,
And more heart.

Delving deeper,
Within Your loving embrace —
No longer a sleeper,
But expansively awake!

Truly present in life,
And Your love.
Mirror mirror
On the wall
Will they love me
After all?

Mirror mirror
On the wall
Will I ever love me
Once and for all.
Poetry should  be taught —
But it's better to be tried.

Poetry can be taught;
But it's better to be lived!
Do you agree?
Cheetahs hit a bar
On the serengeti plains
Running up a tab.
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