CRY IS UGLY

Maybe
She has
Pretty eyes.

But
When
They are blue.

Her
Cry
Is
Ugly.

She
Has
Full
Lips.

But
When
They quiver.

Her
Cry
Is
Ugly.

She
Has
A
Kind heart.

But
When
It is broken.

For
The ones
She loves.

Her
Cry
Is
Ugly.
Written 12.3.18
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NINE ELEVEN

When
The
Towers
Fell.

We
Didn’t worry about
Black
Or
White.

We
Didn’t worry about
Rich
Or
Poor.

We
Behaved
As
God
Intended.

We
Loved
Our
Neighbors.

We
Treated others
As
We wished to be treated.

Tender
In
Our
Hearts.

Tender
In
Our
Minds, souls and spirits.

Why
Did
That
Go away?
Written 9.7.18
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BE THE POEM

Be
The
Love.

Be
The
Joy.

Be
The
Happiness.

Be
The
Pain.

Be
The
Tears.

Be
The
Sadness.

Be
The
Subject.

Be
The
Character.

Put
Yourself
In those places.

Be
The
Poem.
Written 8.10.18
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JAKE

My
Name
Is
Jake.

Myra’s
Mommy
Is
My Master.

I’m
Scared
Of
A lot of things.

A
Little
Goofy
Too.

Guess
My name
Should have been
Spooky.

I don’t
Like
My
Bath.

You
Can
Do
The math.

My
Brother
Charlie
Though.

He
Showers
With his Master
Michelle.

How
I know this
I
Will never tell.

I
Also
Have
A sock fetish.

Leave them
On the floor
I’ll take them and run
Just for fun.

When
My people
Eat food
I like to mooch.

After
They feed me
Sometimes
I give them a smooch.

All of this
And
I like
To chase rabbits too.

These are
But
A few
Habits, I like to do.
Written 3.26.18
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POETESS

She
Doesn’t always
Wear a dress.

Her
Mind
Is sometimes a mess.

Her
Eyes
Will never have true blindness.

Her
Lips may not confess
Even under duress.

Her
Heart holds feelings
Yet to be expressed.

The
Life of
A poetess.
Written 3.21.18
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ALONE

When
You
Are
Here
Happy.

I am
Happy
For
And
With you.

Pushing
My
Personal
Happy tears
Down.

When
You
Are
Here
Sad.

I am
Sad
For
And
With you.

Pushing
My
Personal
Sad tears
Down.

When
You
Are
Far
Away.

Leaving
Me
Alone
I
Cry.
Written 3.13.18
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DANCING IN THE WEEDS

The
Girl
Remembers
In her dreams
Dancing alone
In the wildflowers.

The
Girl
Remembers
In her dreams
Becoming a woman
In the wildflowers.

The
Woman
In her reality, realizes
Life
Didn’t turn
Positively.

She
Now
Sees
She
Was
Dancing in the weeds.
Written 3.9.18
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