My Poets, My Friends
Many here are known by me as gentle, kind and sweet
Yes, my poet friends that are here, they make my life complete
Poets, yes, they all possess, the way to express their thoughts
Offering themselves, through their words, everything they’re taught
Even those, I don’t know well, I hope I will one day
Together, we will write our words, as children set at play
Singing of the words we write, for everyone to share
My poet friends are those with heart, the ones that show they care
Yellow sun and the brightest moon inspire many writes
Friends they are, they are there, morning, noon and night
Releasing feelings deep within, they always give the most
Inviting all the many who read, to share in a Poet’s toast
Eagerly consuming the food of words that we all prepare
Never giving up on the craft, constantly they share
Decent individuals, all deserving and wanting respect
So for them now, sweet friends of mine, this poem I select
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