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Tulisha Blackshear Poem
I write what I can't say
sometimes there's no other way
I write so I don't forget
when it's gone I'm left with only regret
for things I lost
for tiny thoughts
for things I need
that are meerly seeds
seeds that grow
into the pages of my soul
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2009
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I was all alone and afraid
you said you'd be my friend
I tried to run away
you said "give me your hand"
It seemed so far away
way too far for me to reach
you siad "Ill meet you all the way"
and I gave you my hand
They say life is a rollercoaster
full of ups and downs,
fast, slow, full of twists and turns
you gave me your hand and said lets run
Thank you, my friend
for taking my hand
and sharing this scarey ride
that we call our life
It's easier with you here
helping me through my fears
better buckle up real tight
as we begin another ride
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2009
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Tulisha Blackshear Poem
You call me your pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow
what about looking at
where the rainbow began
At warm loving colors
of yellow and green
cool and fresh orange and blue
the colors I see when I look at you
Colors of arch
half of my ole heart
a picture completed
by the love that is seeded
Shine bright; Rainbow
Shine bright
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2009
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Face full of wrinkles, got a second chin
Hair is all greying, needs dying again
Don't quite remember these curves being there
And when did my hips get so big and square
Eyesight is failing, hearing bout gone
Arms waving bye bye, lost all their tone
OMG what happened to my chest
What used to point onward now points SE & SW
Gravity is not prejudice, it grabs us all
What once was so perky has taken a big fall
Arther and Rhitis have both moved in
Now Bengay and Icyhot are my new best friends
They say that the memory is the first thing to go
Slowly forgetting all that we know
Mother Nature is cruel, this we know well
Take it from me, old age is hell.
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2014
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the tongue is a double edged sword
nothing hurts more than the spoken word
harsh words can cut clear to the bone
sometimes it's better just to be alone
I'd rather be beaten with sticks or with stones
battered and bruised with broken bones
than to have my heart ripped out, torn and tattered
and treated as if my feelings don't even matter
so take your harsh words that cut like a knife
and control your tongue, I don't need the strife
all that I ask for is a little respect
so choose your words wisely, try using some tact
I too have feelings, just the same as you
and your words leave me with open wounds
so think about others before you speak
and about the havoc your words can wreak
always be aware of the feelings and needs of others and think before you speak
cause you never know the hurt you may cause
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2009
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Tulisha Blackshear Poem
Can you teach an old dog new tricks
More than chasing balls
Or chewing up sticks
Everyday brings something new
So what do you think
It will teach you
Will you learn to love or to hate
Will you give your heart or will you wait
Hold on to your past or let it go
Will you wag your tail or tuck it low
If this old dog could learn one thing today
teach me kindness to those
who come my way
Without barking or barring of teeth
But a wagging tail for those I meet
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2011
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ashen is the color of your Holy face
bruised and bloody where the stripes left their trace
upon a back so strong and fair
leaving bloody scars from lashes so unfair
you were stripped of all Your dignity
for all of mankind's iniquities
to pay a price You did not owe
all because You love us so
then they thrust upon Your brow
a tightly woven thorny crown
as the blood ran down Your face
still You continued to give us grace
dragging Your cross through the rough streets
to hang with nails thru hands and feet
upon a hill called Golgotha for societies worst
in attempt to strip You of all Your worth
all through the strife and all of the pain
not one time did You complain
for a price that must be paid
all for our sins and wicked ways
so we may all be forgiven
and take our place up in Heaven
with the One who paid the ultimate price
to give to us eternal life
I have so little to give in return
except my life for what it is worth
certainly not the price You paid
hardly seems a fair trade
if You will exept my humble heart
I will certainly try to do my part
to make all those around me see
how awesome life with You can be
Thank You Lord for Your undying love
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2009
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the jailhouse blues have consumed me
the life that I lived has doomed me
for all of the things I've done so wrong
the law says this is where I belong
society says that justice is due
for a life of crime and mischief too
if only I knew then what I know now
I' have lived my life different somehow
so here I sit feeling so sad
because of the things I did that were bad
I know I have no right to complain
my crimes and bad deeds, I cannot explain
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2010
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I have no pretty packages with big shiney bows
to put under a tree with lights all aglow
No gift certificates full of money
just a worn lil heart full of love for you honey
They say tis the season for sharing and giving
so I give you my heart for as long as we're living
Every day is Thanksgiving and Christmas too
as long as I get to share it with you
You bring me joy and love all year long
with you by my side, how could I go wrong
So here is my gift that I give to you
my heart, my love, and my life too
I hope you enjoy this gift that I give to you
all of my love, loyal and true
So to answer your question, so honest and true
yes, my darling, I will and I do
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2009
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Tulisha Blackshear Poem
EMPTY HANDS
I asked God how much He loved me
And He stripped my hands
Of everything that I held dear
I just don’t understand
How does taking all away
Show me just how dear
I am supposed to be to Him
When I need Him near
He says He had to empty my hands
So I could stretch them high
Then He stretched out His arms
And put His hands in mine
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2010
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