The Fine Art of Poetry

Poetry is fine art;
It is made up of lines;
Lines that draw pictures in our souls;
Pictures of fine art;
Art that we appreciate.

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Swept off her feet

So he swept her off her feet
And she gave her soul
What did he really do
It was she that lept

So he swept her off her feet
And she got possessed
What did he really do
It was she that let

So he swept her off her feet
And she fell in love
What did he really do
It was she that fell

​Grateful — August 2017

So I made a new friend
Not by accident
There was something to give
Gratitude

I am grateful
You are faithful
I did’t have to ask
Lover

There’s stuff I need to learn
Some where I’ve got to be
That I learned ’em
That I got there

Thank you

Grateful — June 2017

We’ve come to half the year
We’re still here
Not by might or strength
It’s because you’re there

Hell wanted me prey
Like she knew nowhere to stay
But she had to fail
For mine was not her place

We’ve come to half the year
Tomorrow is blessed
Not by might or strength
It’s because you’re there

Thank you, thank you
I have a say
Thank you, thank you
‘Made a way

It’s because you’re there
It’s because you’re there

The Eyes of God

When you look
though the lens of a camera,
your sight
is blinded
to all but that which the lens leads you to.
Except
where the lens through which you look
belong to the eyes of God.
The eyes of God,
they see all;
they see everything in every way to be seen.

The Marriage Proposal

I commit to have with you only
Oneness
Of spirit and soul and body
Oneness
Of living
Oneness
Of life
Oneness
Of possession
Oneness
Of fellowship
Oneness
If you would have me similarly
And so choose to marry me
We’ll seal it before the Spirit
By our word and our heart

Wanted, Lost

There was when I wanted her
I called it love
And so I thought
There was when I lost her
She called it love
And so she thought
There was when it didn’t matter
We called it love
And so we thought