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K - is for Kirstie sweet & kind.
I - is for I love you till the end of time.
R - is for rosy, rich and rare.
S - is for special, sincere & forever fare.
T - is for tender, timeless & mine.
I - is for I believe in you and will always
be by your side.
E - is for eternity, endless & ever lasting love.
ME - is for you know to know you are cherished &
loved.
This poem was written for my cousin Kirstie!!!!!
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Rachel Fogle Poem
In his heart he holds courage,
In his hands he holds our lives.
A Brave Soldier he may be, but only at the the front lines.
He is weaken by all the death,
He is haunted by there souls.
For he knows in this battle, hatred rules one's goal.
He does not fight for hatred,
He fights for there lives instead.
Cause he knows hatred has no value, when so many are dead.
As he lays in death, knowing it will come,
He glances at the sky and makes peace with all he's done.
For on the battlefield, life is as precious as gold.
And one must always choose should it be friend or foe?
He closes his eyes and hopes in his death no more victims will fall.
But, in his heart he knows his country one day will call.
For A Brave Soldier to take the front line and give there his life as he,
He just hopes all are content knowing A Brave Soldier he will always be.
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Rachel Fogle Poem
A Sunset without a sun is no sunset at all.
A life without love is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings is no human at all.
All these things need something to be,
Either a sun or a person or a crayon,
If only to create what nature said was meant to be.
A sunset makes us feel as though the world has been born again.
A life with love lets us know it's worth to let someone in.
A rainbow with colors thats a moment frozen in time, to be grateful for all that is
beautiful and feel all the glory inside.
A heart that has feelings, well that would be me.
For I love just the thought of you and hope you feel the same for me.
Life without our love, is an emptiness I'm not sure I wish to face.
Because I know that time will never be able to erase.
I wish our love was as simple as a sunset, ready to be born again.
But I know in truth love only comes from within.
So I'll keep watching for my sunset, and looking for that rainbow to shine
someday.
Then one day maybe our love will find its way again.
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Rachel Fogle Poem
A.I.D.S is a virus that does not care,
If your black, white, gay or straight.
There is no way that we can run from this deadly disease that has become,
A weapon of death and suicide for men and women of all kind.
Can you give me one word or pray,
For all the women and men who have suffered and shared,
The pain and agony of death and defeat for they are the ones who have lead this
evil deed.
They ask for just one thing,
And that is to cured.
Is that a request that you can ignore?
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Standing by the window, dreaming of what never will be.
Realizing all that's been lost, and knowing what is to be.
You hear the cell doors open, you know it's not your turn.
The Green Mile always beckons, calling, calling still.
The lights they flicker from far above, another inmate long gone.
Until next rolls down that rode that The Green Mile just happens to pass along.
What one must think along that walk, many things I do suppose.
Of simple talks, and simple walks or a card game from long ago.
Questions sometimes linger, do we regret or pray to him?
I say some may, not me I'm no fool.
For when that Green Mile comes a callin, and the cell doors open for me,
No god of mine or any other, can change the fate befallen me.
It's when I walk down the Mile that my wish may just be, for the mile to go on until
it leads me to the sea.
There is no heaven or hell there, just miles & miles of sea.
And I can be content knowing he's forgotten me.
Although it may be foolish, it is my wish to be,
I'll just keep dreaming that some things will always be.
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We take to much for granted,
Each & everyday.
We have so much to be thankful,
In so many different ways.
I see the kids on the street,
Holding up there signs.
They tell you that they'll work for food,
Or for just one dime.
It's really sad when you see these children everywhere.
For they have so much to offer in there hearts,
And in there prayers.
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Someone take away all that he's has left behind.
Take the anger, take the fear oh but please just take my tears.
He has gone.
Gone to I know not were.
To be alone to live again.
Does he worry if I shall be alright?
No I doubt it, because he left without a reason why.
What have I done, this is the question.
Did I not love to much, and to little.
Or did I love to much & he so little.
I shall plague myself with questions.
And always be in doubt. That the real reason he left was because I was nieve
and he smart enough to get out.
Oh, but how can one so charming have a heart so cruel?
And lips that say such sweet words and a mouth that knows just what to do.
I think I have loved him from my dream,
And tried to believe that it was he, who would walk through my door.
Love me until time was no more.
And I would know no worries, fears or tears.
Life has a strange out come I don't know one such as I will ever master.
To love life is to guess at life and to try and guess at life is to waste a life.
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When one takes paper to pen, to begin again.
He is starting a quest with but one goal.
To bring words to life & express what one might.
In all he sees & does.
An author's eyes hold much inside, something's only word's can express.
Like a simple stare can compare to mountain top or peak.
Beauty is in the way the words flow,
When they do so with no pause in between.
Poetry from the author's heart is one we all continue to strive to achieve.
In his hand's he always carries the image and imagination of all.
He let's one see that if one only can dream,
There's always a bright side to one's falls.
A tearful trady can arise and become anything one wished it to be.
If only one would take the word's that god gave and let them free.
So write from your heart & speak from your soul,
The Poet’s Hand knows its true goal.
DEDICATED TO ALL MY FELLOW POETS YOU HOLD MY HEART IN YOUR
HANDS & YOUR WORDS HEAL MY SOUL
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A walk in the park on a bright autumn day, a child on a swing set who just
happens to glance your way.
A bowl full of ice cream, a sunset by the bay, these are life's simple pleasure that
we enjoy each day.
A cry from a baby, a bark from a dog, or a whisper from the bird who just happens
to pass along.
Standing still for just a moment to even remember your alive, is a simple
pleasure you can achieve even right now, while reading this with a smile.
In all we are, and in all we do we have much more than most people do.
We have our freedom, we have our lives, and we have the gift that simple
pleasures are not millions or houses that one must buy.
So the next time you want that diamond or that jag you just can't wait.Just
remember there are children who would love to just run and play.
So, smile for those who need it. Cry for those that can't and at the end of it be
grateful you had your simple pleasure and it was such ah blast.
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Chances are I've met you before.
Chances are will do the same once more.
I've seen your face and I've felt your touch.
I know what it's like to be loved this much.
Chances are you are the one.
Chances are my life has just begun.
I'll wrap my heart around,
And know chances are my dreams will all come true.
Chances are....
Our wedding days approahing and it all seems so clear.
And all I can see is your face and feel the love there is to feel.
The future holds so much joy,
And I am grateful it's with you.
Cause chances are my life wouldn't be complete with anyone but you.
Chances are you are the one.
Chances are our lives have just begun.
I'll wrap my heart around you, and give my soul to you.
Knowing all my dreams have already come true.
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