Poet...

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    Poet...

    Poet...

    I come to this world
    With a rainbow point of hue, or view-

    I am a poet:
    Grateful and filled,
    Like a bag full of grapes
    With tasty, sumptuous
    Ideas and treats.

    I am a poet:
    I dance, you see
    Upon the words I play,
    Bubbly child
    Blurts out feelings
    To keep me from being
    Too serious, you see-
    Hints of childhood
    Embrace me.





    I am a poet:
    Love drops come,
    Speak through me,
    Every word that I utter
    Is not of this world
    But a place I visit
    Quite frequently.

    I am a poet:
    In partnership with love's simplicity.
    If the words you see
    Spark feelings of anger, confusion-
    Remember I am only a messager.
    Feel the words deeply
    To see what is
    Under them or not�

    I am a poet:
    I am in service to love.
    I give to you
    Pieces of me
    I never knew.




    I am a poet:
    Heart yearns love
    And to see soft
    Beats of laughter
    Through the crack
    In your smile.

    I am a poet:
    My love is my poetry.
    Deeply I stare at beauty
    Everywhere and nowhere.
    I am what I am.
    I am a poet.


    Copyright � December 2000 Solai

    Additional Notes:
    My gift to all that feel deeply.....

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    HarverTomsson commented on Poet...

    06-08-2009

    best line: Like a bag full of grapes. Each time I visit your site I anticipate the very sweetness and subtleties within that bag full. You are simply intoxicating at times.

    selah

    07/18/2009

    Namaste..Thank you so much for your sweet passion dancing apon spirits words...Selah xox

    acjtb commented on Poet...

    03-11-2009

    great

    selah

    05/27/2009

    You are a sweet one thank you for all of your support.You always tell the truth..

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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