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You're quite the poet... know it!
you've earned a turn
to strike out... To be noticed
Come, join in... the water is fine!
Welcome souls to the oasis
park your camels
let you minds go where they may
to be free
words to any perspective poet
take my dime...
as a contribution for the moment
you begin to see hidden traces of shine
not only in your mind
in others of your kind
However/whatever that may be
to the One you aspire to be
spin your best recollections
a version of everyday perspective
maybe address it to yourself...
when you need a hand
In trying to understand,
why ...you/why not
forbidden fruit you tasted
like Adam and Eve
So much for trusting pretty snakes
you've got to own your mistakes
not so much for its potential
or for what they might reveal
to instill a recognition of identity
in the garden of your dreams
you've dropped a pebble in the well
so make your wish... become real
let every breath you take
become more meaningful
like a letter to someone you love
from anybody To somebody special
pinch it/squeeze it /put it in your pocket
or throw it up against the wall
with a little imagination,
a touch of spirit magic
spin it in your mind, leaving it
standing upon its thin edge
dare it to fall... give it attention
turn it into a mountain
i will be watching you
here's just a sample of my view
from the other side of you
dancing in acclaim to rave reviews
i love your work!
Even, taking a vision
of a solemn frame,
no need to call it by name
be it anything or everything
by design, a version of things
produced and directed...
within your mind
lifting it to a 3D model,
suspending its hidden rooms,
setting perfected sequences
falling on cue, while examining
its many dimensions.
Love how you capture the mood
with your mastery of descripts,
give spicy flavor to juicy verbs
as if seasoning savory vegetables
and breathe life into the backgrounds
...as if the change of seasons.
Rhythmic timing and rhyme,
a subtle synchrony.
As if weaving a spell
to bind the reader ...to the reading.
i love the way you do what you do.
Create your worlds, display your craft,
like a master carpenter kneads wood
into his/her imagination.
It seems you give an invitation
for a secret garden
held within your grasp
so lightly, its as if a butterfly
the reader comes to be,
to blend so naturally
the background music
comes to life
to all.
Conducting your first symphony
all for the love of expression
savoring the connection
to anyone opening their minds
to tour your world of word
seeing beyond the walls
of their worlds
into yours
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