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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required If I could write the perfect poem I’d write it high above, The stars would be my letters And the first word would be love. Love because it brought me here And has never let me down, Despite the many struggles And trials that came around. The love of parents, siblings, friends And people far and wide, If I could write the perfect poem I’d say, love truly does abide. I’ve known romance and learned to dance Over mountains, rivers and streams, Sailed the oceans and prayed devotions From Delphi to The Maldives. I’ve planted seeds and pulled the weeds Around roses, petunias and Liliam regale, As bluejays, bees and dragon flies Flew by without fail. And if I could write the perfect poem I’d write it in a prayer, To the Maker of this universe Whose proof is everywhere. In snow and rain and joy and pain, In daylight, darkness and shade, In every atom and spec of space Our Great Maker ever made. In all our tears, struggles and fears From the cradle to that spirit-filled night, Every song we sing, every gift we bring Every glimmer of a wrong made right. And my poem would be a testament To the freedoms I’ve enjoyed Thanks to those who bravely fought In far too many wars. From Bunker Hill and Yorktown To the Civil War and more that followed, Too many to name, too many blood-stains On battle fields deep and shallow. And I’ve been uplifted and paradigm shifted From Apollo and Heracles, To Plato, Shakespear, Emerson and Frost And their thoughts, ideas and philosophies. I’ve run and lost races and found a few traces Of history lost in the past, In statues, graves and monuments made In shades of shadows, they cast. I’ve witnessed sunrise and sunset By land and ocean breeze, And counted stars in the darkest nights And watched comets flying free. And listened to the sounds of the ocean In a seashell held next to my ear, And watched chaos and commotion destroyed Whenever Beauty came near. I’ve laughed and cried and watched time fly Faster than an arrow set free, Climbed a few mountains and found the true fountain Of youth inside of me. And if I could write the perfect poem About the meaning of life that abounds, I’d say I’ve been blessed and do attest To all the Goodness that surrounds. © Terrell Martin, 02/09/2025
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