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Where flowers bloom,
so does hope.
Life's too short
for empty vases,
so I fill mine
with color—
petals and peace,
right where I need them.
A gentle reminder
beauty still grows.

O build on the Rock, forever sure
The firm and the true foundation;
Its hope is the hope which shall
endure, the hope of our salvation.

Poked me once and said –
“Sing me a song!” I said
I don’t sing so well
Poked me twice and said –
“Write me a poem!” I said
I don’t write well either
Poked me thrice and said –
“Then what can you do?”
I said darling,...

A poet once killed a man,
And all gathered to watch him hang
The sole poet, noose in neck
A death fitting for his life
Just before they hanged him
They wondered who’d tell their tales
Of their miseries and victory
They...

I wear a mask to hold in place
A painted smile upon my face;
But underneath this outer shell,
Lies hidden deep an inner hell
Each whispered word- a silent plea,
Yet no one sees the ghost in me.
My head is filled with...

The plow has savaged this sweet field
Misshapen clods of earth kicked up
Rocks and twisted roots exposed to view
Last year’s growth demolished by the blade.

I have plowed my life this way
Turned over a whole...

Feelings 
I can't express 
My world feels oppressed 
    Feelings 
My chest is compressed 
I feel depressed 
   Feelings
Always supressed
Have to impress 
     Feelings
No one by my side
Hide them inside
     Feelings
To always curl up
Can't...
        

I love cake and some chat
Watching the sun set like art
Singing love songs off key
Spending time with little money
Planning so much with friends –
To see the world from all ends;
These little things you see
Are all you...

I have brought the sacrificial goat
To the heap of grass, leaves and bark

He has forgotten his last beheading
But round his neck garland-like
hangs a mark

We jumped the fence, no time to think,
Landed hard near a muddy brink.
Smelled like cow dreams, damp and raw,
But freedom hit us like a roar.

We crawled through thorns, we bit our lips,
Took every blow, survived the...

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame...

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.

The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have...