Oh, my dear coffee
How you make my morning rock
This is how I feel
Author: What Words May Come
Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;
SWIM.. a poem
If life is like a drop of rain
Then, I hope between the two of us
We will have enough of it to swim together
LOST TRUST… a poem
Itrusted you
Andyou let me down
Walkingover me
Likea well-worn rug
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My faith in you
Foreverlost
Thepain you brought
Now,pay the cost
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Like icicle knives
Thrustinto me
I’mbleeding
Crimson,emotional strife
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Youare no longer welcome here
Takeyour burdens
Takeyour words
Takeyour callousness somewhere else
WHIP-POOR-WILL… a poem
Come out little Whip-poor-will
It’s such a lovely day
The sun is on the rise again
Please come out and play
Come out little Whip-poor-will
The Pheasant’s on the run
We all have a job to do
Our song, it must be sung
Come out little Whip-poor-will
The seed is on the ground
We’ll forage it together
There’s so much to be found
Goodbye little Whip-poor-will
I see feathers on the rocks
We’ll sing, so long, in our song
Thanks to a stealthy fox
REFLECTION… a poem of faith
Yes, I’ll take your hand, Lord
When you offer it to me.
Of all your plantings in this world
I am but a mustard seed.
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But, you see inside of me
Much better than I do.
In this, I place my heart and soul
To do what you will do.
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Understanding, I will take from this
Looking to my other hand.
For this is how I will share your love
Reflection, to my fellow man.
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And though you don’t release me
Forever clasp inside your heart
My travels true
With words of you
Will be my place to start.
“Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move…”
SWIM… a poem
Hardened and cold
Can I ever be free
Will this season of life
Be the death of me
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Cloistered and lonely
Deep in my heart
Shall I make revival
A brand-new start
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Kin drift away
On the tide of the moon
Dawn brings the heat
Of midday – noon
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I feel a change
A drain of my being
Melt into nothing
Spring, she is keening
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Until I am nothing
But a small spec of ice
Winter was fine
But swimming is nice
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Winter? a haiku
Fluttering snow flakes
Drifting all around today
Still, no winter white
