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Derek David Poem
I want to believe in something-
There must be something more.
Faith lives beyond the labels,
In fragments I explore.
Right and wrong are currencies,
My conscience pays the toll.
I walk between belief and doubt
To nourish my own soul.
My sins are mine to carry,
No mortal hears my prayer.
But Thine and I move silently
Through time beyond despair.
I trace a path through darkness
Still something moves along.
Like Voyager, I journey
Where mystery makes me strong.
Accepting the “not knowing”
It is the way it’s meant to be.
That is my answer
Contentment with Thee.
Copyright © Derek David | Year Posted 2026
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Derek David Poem
My kindred spirit
Destiny to commend
A time and a place
A moment not to end
Comfort in knowing
Shared memories sublime
Youthful, not ragged
Crisp and divine
Sharing those chapters
Brings joy to the heart
Crossed paths in a moment
A beginning, a start
The stars were aligned
A friendship conceived
Expanding through journeys
Experiences perceived
A benefaction of fate
Priceless splinters in time
Not to be auctioned
It’s yours and it’s mine
Always remember
Not far from my mind
When life throws a dagger
Your pain is not blind
Your kindred spirit is with you
Just reach and you’ll know
Unburden your feelings
Your light will again glow
Your courage in loss
Is a strength you can share;
It is a comfort just knowing
In time you’ll be there
For now, just reflect
On the time they were here;
You will always have memories
Your parents so dear.
Copyright © Derek David | Year Posted 2026
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Derek David Poem
Contentment
Apparent and serene,
Will it show a face?
Will I ever know
That gentle, calming place?
A time when life is still,
No murmurs in my soul—
A shroud of endearment
That makes me feel so whole.
The worries of the past,
The lines upon my brow,
The evidence of pressure
I managed through somehow.
Perhaps I just acknowledge
And accept it as it is.
Looking all around me,
The world’s a different place.
Far from past imagination,
With endless years ahead—
The lessons learned by autumn,
Too late and filled with regret.
No point in gazing back;
Lament is wasted fuel.
It’s the part of the show
Where the crescendo must rule.
Blessings to count—
Just watch the news.
The time and the place
I was given by fate.
Appreciate now,
Before it’s too late.
Copyright © Derek David | Year Posted 2026
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Derek David Poem
You can not see your conscious
But you know its always there
Its something you cant escape
No matter when or where
Like wind we can not view
Or scents we can not touch
The conscious is an internal
judge
Guilt or pride the sentence thrust
A faceless void within the mind and soul
A dark or light sphere
Only the individual can procure
The object of our fear
A catalogue of right and wrong
Molded from our birth
Hearing watching learning
Like the verses of a song
We memorize the things to do
And those we turn our backs
Straying off the grid
Sometimes to cover tracks
To turn it off impossible
Even when mortal no more
Who is the one to judge
No one knows for sure
Copyright © Derek David | Year Posted 2026
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