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Best Poems Written by Gwendolyn Cloyd

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White Moments In Time

White days
White nights
White alabaster arms and legs
White, crimson lights-

Oh, what seamless nights-
White moments in time
White memories - yours and mine,
White love, white hate
White demise-
of an inkling of what's left
of our white/fiery passion
upon white silken sheets...
Only that is not what made our love complete-

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I Am Desire

I am Desire 

I have made some people happy 

I have made others sad 

Some people cannot handle my power 

I am desire- 

I am as hot as a ball of fire 

I am as bright as a shooting star 

I am as small as a grain of sand 

I can be as enormous as a mountain- Desire- 

Touch me- inhale me- incite me- capture 

My essence 

Love me- for I am desire- 

Some people know what to do with me 

Others use me unwisely- 

I am yours for the taking 

Men want to own me 

Women pray for me 

Some people embrace me- others- 

Spread me across the plains 

While others distribute me within the nations- Desire- 

I have traveled through time and space- through 

Generations and Race 

I am older than humanity- older than thought 

I have been around forever- I will be here- for eternity 

For- I am Desire-

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Just a Dream Away

Each day is like the other day
I do the same ole thing in the same ole way.
There is no you during my daylight hours
The nights are enchanted, sparked with powers.
You come to me in the depth of night 
And make everything all right.
I can feel your every touch
You, I want very much.
We take walks in the park
We make love in the dark.
When the night began to turn into day
I am not afraid because I know
You are only a dream away.
I open my eyes with a smile on my lips
I can still feel the trail of your fingertips
Your words are still so vivid to me
I cannot overlook the ecstasy.
Whenever each day turns into that same old thing
I remind myself of what the night will bring.
I sit back with a smile and say
Love is just a dream away.

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I Woke Up This Morning

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING-
WITH NOTHING PARTICULAR ON MY MIND
I SURMISED THAT TODAY WOULD BE ONE OF A KIND-
NOTHING LIKE YESTERDAY
NOTHING LIKE THE DAY BEFORE
NO DAY LIKE ANY I’VE EVER HAD THE FORTUNE TO KNOW-
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
WITH NOTHING PARTICULARLY ON MY MIND
I LOOKED AROUND AND NOTICED THE DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES
YESTERDAY THE SKY WAS BLUE
TODAY THE SKIES ARE GRAY
YESTERDAY THE SUN WAS SHINING, OH SO BRIGHT, AND I WENT OUT TO PLAY
TODAY, I AM INSIDE - LOCKED AWAY - THE WEATHER HAS TAKEN A ROLLER COASTER RIDE. 
OUTSIDE IT IS JUST TERRIBLE
IT HAS BEEN RAINING ALL-DAY
THE SKY IS AN ANGRY BLACK - AND SO IS MY TEMPERAMENT -

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Stay Duty Bound

Lord, Lord, Lord- what now- what now?
What do you want one to do?  What now, what now?
I wake up- I stand my ground-
I hold it together- I am duty-bound.
I live within the storm.
I am being tossed from side to side.
I survive the day and get ready,
for tomorrow
Get ready for the roller coaster ride-
I wake up- I stand my ground-
I block out the hollering- the
Cursing- the ungodly sounds-
I hold my own- I stand tall- 
I do not fall- down-
For I am duty-bound-
Lord, Lord, Lord
What now, What now?
What do you want one to do?
What now, What now?
My knees are scraped,
My bones do ache.
My heart is in turmoil,
My senses are embroiled-
Still, I stand my ground.
Lord, God, through Jesus Christ
I remain duty-bound-

Many of my friends and family fall by the wayside
They have given up their ride-
Maybe they had no choice,
Still- Lord I hear your voice.
Saying, “STAND STILL!”
Stand strong, hold on-
For I am near
Stand your ground!
In me of all things
Stay duty-bound-
Lord, Lord, Lord 
What now?
What do you want me to do?
What now?
I reach out my hands to thee,
Lord, let me be-
I cry out to thee,
Lord let me be.
This world is sick,
This world is confused,
Forgotten all that they learned in grade school-
Forgotten how to pray- who is the father-
Forgotten how to love one another-
I reach out my hands to thee-
Lord, let me be,
I cry out to thee-
Lord, let me be-
So much hate
So much crime
So much disease
So much mine, mine, mine-
No one takes responsibility seriously.
No one takes the blame.
Everyone points a finger.
Then turn around, to run and hide.
No one stands still.
No one wants to stay duty-bound-
Lord, Lord, Lord
What now? 
What do you want me to do?
What now?  
I know, as you have stated before- just stay, “DUTY- BOUND!”

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Resistance

Resistance
My dearest
Your promises are all lies
Your whispers of love-
Lie wasted
My tears flow- like
The river runs deep-
Still- you do not comprehend.

I am only human-
I cannot live for you-
Only for myself-

I see not- what you
Would have me see-
Only- what is in my heart-

I hold out my arms-
Embracing nothing
My body is met by cool soft wind-
It caresses it lovingly-
You ask me to
Come to you- to enfold-
To engulf- to allow you-
To penetrate my being-

To cling to you as
Though
Life itself has turned
It’s back on me.

I cannot- for- if I do-
I am nothing
So, I turn my back on you with love-

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The Sun Is Hot

The sun is hot
My blood flows with the spirit within me
I sit, I look, I listen, I pray
Times these days are no longer our own
When you can wake up one morning and you no longer have a home --
When people are committing unspeakable crimes
Where it becomes - just one of those thangs --

When there is so much ugliness -- THE SUN IS HOT --

The people are procrastinating -- the councilmen are debating
There's a shortage of food
Crimes are escalating
No one talks anymore -- but they're willing to fight --

People are dying -- our babies are crying --
Hearts have been turned to stone --
Our young children feel all alone --
Family life is a disgrace -- everyone is spread all over the place --
What's yours is no longer mine --
What's mine is no longer yours --

What you have today - isn't guaranteed to be yours tomorrow --
So, if you have a voice -- use it --
Speaking of what it used to be like --
When we were a family -- When the family gathered around the picnic spot --
When life was everything that today's it's not --
When life was great -- When the sun was hot --

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I Remember Alma

I Remember Alma
She sits in her favorite chair
Beside her is her remote for the television
Letters dating as far back as two years before are-
Strewn out on the table next to her favorite chair
She decides to do a little cleaning-
She goes into her bedroom- where the dresser overflows with old mementos-
She stops as she remembers where each piece came from-
With a smile on her face- she decides nothing must go- so she dusts around them and
sweeps and mops the floor.
She then goes back to her favorite chair- looks at the many papers spilling over the sides of the table-
She straightens them up a bit- satisfied with her handiwork- 
She sits back- sighs- picks up the remote for the television-
Points- turn to her favorite program- and surmise how good life is-
 If only she was still here-

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Three Firemen

It is late at night- we three sit alone-
That is my two brothers and me.
We hear sirens- and automatically think-
 Let’s play firemen.
We put on our gear and headed towards the fire-
It’s cold and windy- the fire is ablaze- 
We hear cries mingled with the roar of the wind.
The building is tall- the windows are barred- 
The cries touch our hearts-
The ladder climber reaches the very top
 The heat is unbearable- but we cannot stop.
The bars plunk down- clattering loudly to the street-
The people saved stand together in a huddle, hugging one another-
A siren shatters the night- but- it will not be needed-
Because, three firemen, have come to the rescue-
Together they make a fine team- today they stand hand-in-hand
Forever the three firemen-
When the parents came home, they carried three sleeping children to bed
Saving lives- always tires them out.

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The Era of Terror

The Era of Terror 

The Era of terror is upon us- the world is in turmoil 

The raging plains are complaining 

The need to pray is necessary- 

Tornadoes whirl across the skies 

Hurricanes destroy whatever is in their path 

Tropical storms rally against-mankind 

Earthquakes cracks open the earth and swallow up whatever 

Lies in its way- The skies turn purple in its agony, saying, 

“Let be whatever maybe”- 

The oceans will be violent- in its ecstasy 

Spewing forth the dead and bringing the earth to its knees- 

The world is in an angry vortex so full of vile- 

Sinister lies the sullen smiles 

Sneering at the approach of man 

Closing tighter and tighter until the end- 

Come forth and lie down unheeded- let your defenses rise 

Give vent to what is- needed 

Pray for what is- depleted. 

Conquer up a world of calm 

Take heed to those whose “pose” to come 

Keep a forever -watchful eye 

Take heed ‘o’ those- non-seeing and dumb- 

For- the age of terror is upon us- the world is in turmoil 

The need for praying is necessary- The Era of terror is upon us-