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For What It’s Worth
Poetry has moves
With the written word
From the poetic soul
Words are woven by
Writer’s hands all
Caught up in their
Pen bleeding ink!
Never give up your
Words, don’t let it
Slip away like love
Sometimes it is hard
To recapture… but we
Sit in awe –
(Yesterday no longer
What we are today or
The next day)
Some of us poets, we
Write out what is
Inside of our soul
For some their tears
Fall silently and no
One hears them
Poetry has moves
With the written word
From the poetic soul
Words are woven by
Writer’s hands all
Caught up in their
Pen bleeding ink!
Bringing voice to a
People who need to
erase all fears, tears,
And pain and silently
Fix this world with
Their poetic words
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"If we will seek the counsel of the One who keeps us, and not of our own understanding; Then we would accomplish much, much more" - ~Jeannie Simpson~
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My Hand in His Hand
