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Stefani Leslie Poem
This is why writings my new addiction,
I have to address!
I say this to you with pure conviction,
I truly confess!
Letters make Words which then start fruition,
Then this will progress!
Raw emotive words leave no restriction,
Some feel they caress.
They can describe my every affliction,
Possibly endless!
Words pour out fluidly without friction,
And don't leave a mess.
Always showing my every depiction,
Can surely impress!
Uniquely drawn poems beam apparition,
These pictures possess.
I take time to mend all dereliction,
And never regress!
Words organicly come without fiction,
And this I must stress!. .. .... .....
For my next poem I have no prediction,
I'll seek to profess!
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Once a lost and lonely soul
Too torchered to ever see
That a man could come in my life and know
All the beauty that hid in me
You showed me ways to live and love
A life I never thought could be
You taught me things that no one could
You set my fragile soul forever free
Before you I did suffer long
Experiencing life truly masochistically
For I cannot blame my troubled soul
On anyone else but me
I praise the day that God brought you
I was out walking randomly
And on your Harley you flew by
Yet still you noticed me
Since that day our life began
It was an act of serendipity
On that day I was gifted love
And thank God eternally
For a love that grows hard and strong
As Strong as an ironwood tree
And this is also why I thank God
for turning you to me
I know within my heart of hearts
That you are my destiny
Because all it took was just one man
Who's belief changed all of me
And again, this is why I thank God
For turning I to we.
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Life is most certainly like a game!
You start with all the pieces.. genetics, soul, and name.
“What’s in a name, that which we call a
rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.”
We are who we are, and our vibration, we simply cannot cheat!
However your name Joy most certainly is the one!
Joy really fits you to a tee, because you are, and will always be my Sun.
Also you’re my stars, and most importantly my moon, I was insecure with my creativity, and I was hiding from my tune.
You so elegantly eased my insecurities, and then built my safe caccoon.
The caccoon you wove, just like that bird’s nest, you said was wove so neat!
Do you remember that nest, you said was so precise, it never could have been beat?
Well my beautiful friend, you are just like that rare and special bird!
You built my caccoon with love and care, and I know
the angels over heard!
What you did was selfless love, and oh so beautifully rare!
You showed me true support, when others tried to, but simply couldn’t care.
It makes me sad I’m writting this poem, because I thought I had more time.
You my earthly angel, although sick, you’re heart and soul still prime!
Your strength is still unmatched, you talk as if your fine.
Maybe it’s because you simply know, there’s no use to fear or pine!
You bravely tell me your not in too much pain.
Just hearing that shows me once again, you can shine through any rain!
I cannot lie, I am worried, sad, and scared!
I guess it’s probably selfish, to fear losing a friend I so revered!
I know your strength and courage, just have faith you’ll be ok!
No matter what may happen, it’s meant to be this way.
Please just know you had an impact, my friendly little muse!
You were surely put in my life, to light my needy little fuse.
I fear it’s hard to say, but when your time comes, and you know it’s time
to leave.
Please promise when you fly with the angels, you might visit those who grieve.
Please just let us know your peaceful, after making that cosmic flight.
Just knowing you are happy, could bring relief, comfort, and the
remembrance of your warm and loving light!
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An inscription of our fruition
Is all I want today!
I’m so commanding,
so demanding,
When I have something to say
And so confiding,
so inviting
when I talk to you this way
So instinctly
And so distinctly
My true love is here to stay.
your every sound,
Your so profound.
It's your words I do adore!
Your every disposition,
apparition, and description
you are charming to your core!
I have an inclination
That my true fixation
Always leaves me wanting more,
Because with everyday’s ignition
I love you more and more!
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You quickly lift me up,
When I am feeling down.
You Truly make me feel alive!
Oh how I love your sound!
When my thoughts start racing,
You put my mind at ease.
I love everything about you,
Every eclectic piece!
You inspire me in different ways.
My imagination starts to roam!
Your soul forever soothes me.
Your always welcome in my home!
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Youth is a puzzling mystery.
A period of purely magical history!
There is power in being who you long to be.
Yet ignorance blinds you, so you can't see.
Youth lives each day like it's the last.
Neither looking to the future,or facing the past!
Like if a play’s performed with no cast,
Youth can become nothing, but wasted trash.
Then one day your youth is gone!
You lose your energy, and become withdrawn.
You play out scenarios in your head,
And wonder why your old self is dead!?
It's not so bad, for you should not morn!
This process means you've been reborn!
You finally look to the future, and learn from the past!
And it's there you find yourself, genuine and true, ..... it's you, ....at last!!
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Oh how I love your expression
But how I hate your rule
Every time I think I've got it
You make me feel a fool
Creation shouldn't have these rules
Or any guidelines that we follow
Creation should just be natural
These rules can make me wallow
I understand why they are there
They make our craft more neat
But still creation should be natural
Because these guidelines have me beat
Why can't I just write my lines
And just let my feelings pour
Without any scrutiny
Just let my soul on paper soar
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Like Donny Hathaway, “I loved you in a place where there was no space or time.”
I guess I now call that place, the past we’ve left behind.
I will always carry you everywhere with me in my mind,
And forever I’ll know, that’s where I need to look, if it’s you I need to find.
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I have just bit into an egg that was boiled
Now my fear is it has been spoiled
I knew they were past the sell by date
I tested them in water and they seemed to be great
Once I bit in it tasted like fish
Oh how I wish I never prepared this dish
The fish taste wasn't because they were bad
Apparently it's from the omega 3's that it had
Who knew.
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Today I want to write,
But I have nothing to say,
No words to find.... just feelings,
Are all I've got today!
I'm frustrated and excited,
I'm sad and I'm scared,
I'm somewhat happy and elated,
But does it even matter, when no one really cared?
All these emotions to express
They're all entangled in my mind,
So I guess it's not the words,
It's myself..... I truly need to find.
If I knew myself better,
The words would come to me,
So for today I'll just remind myself
"What is meant to be, will be!"
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