What good will a body be if I lose my mind?
Reason A. Poteet from my poem, LOSING TOUCH
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God Almighty - El Shaddai! All of our needs God will supply, but where He leads, I must comply; When it is Christ that I profess, His Spirit moves my soul to bless. Reason A. Poteet
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So, you have your enemies; your enemies have you. Make it worth their while. Reason A. Poteet
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Hail fellow, speak what you believe
and watch your deeds, lest you deceive
by conduct, values you profess.
Caprice, says spider, spins in stress
a whimsy-web, not worth the weave.
from my poem WHAT WHIMSY WEBS WE WEAVE, posted at Poetry Soup
Reason A. Poteet
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Express the freedom of the written word without restriction, make the dissidents gush their teeth. Hatred cannot win over love to diminish or eliminate our only hope for happiness.
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May the residue of my living be
as fallen leaves from a tree,
rich compost. Reason A. Poteet
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Am tired of watching the river of my tears everyday.
Let me turn my face back to day, because tomorrow I want forget everything I have seen yesterday.
So let me accept this words move on now.
Because I am ready to show the world my beautiful teeth.
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Am tired of watching the river of my tears everyday.
Let me turn my face back to day, because tomorrow I want forget everything I have seen yesterday.
So let me accept this words move on now.
Because I am ready to show the world my beautiful teeth.
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Am tired of watching the river of my tears everyday.
Let me turn my face back to day, because tomorrow I want forget everything I have seen yesterday.
So let me accept this words move on now.
Because I am ready to show the world my beautiful teeth.
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Following acts of terror
rapt within their spell,
volunteers move in concert
kindness starts to swell.
Midst deeds so heartless
passersby watch stars appear, cursing the darkness. Reason A. Poteet
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Christmas comes and goes. But the Christ? He lasts all year long, every year. Reason A. Poteet
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Winded by narcissism, your diatribe might rank an E-0. Weakened by arrogance, its force does no damage on its path askew. Reason A. Poteet
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Breakneck words that berate can echo back again and again. Reason A. Poteet
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Christian poets are like the winds of God's spirit that waft through these airways whispering wisdom. Reason A. Poteet
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Many dreamers and doers in DC paralyze themselves in politics as paid patrons of power. Reason A. Poteet
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The eyrie is miles away; egg shells lie in my yard. Eagles? not your ordinary birdbrain. Reason A. Poteet
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My sun shone brighter tomorrows when the thought that meek is weak was proven wrong. Reason A. Poteet
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Calm down. Count to 10. Now tell me what happened. Reason A. Poteet
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Illusion breeds confusion and puts perception into question. Reason A. Poteet
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_*We are not like those who are without hopes*
*Hope is the only thing that keep us afloat whenever the sea of life take the bit between it teeth.*_
*Paciolo Pen Saint*
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isn't the fragment of one's imagination
a sinkhole of illusions, when you're teetered to a watering hole, with no resolutions in sight and the pschosis of one drink after another drowns out the derelict in you yet all knowing your mind's leverage is bevel~
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man's war of tongues starts at the mouth of streams teething crooked and rotten
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Poets can hit you in the teeth without splitting your lip. Therefore, poetry is a bloodless coup.
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His teeth sink deeper as my self-dout gets higher
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Having a Fine Set of Teeth, does not make one Fine At Speech.
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Crocodile teeth, and those of the elites, are a perfect match
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Teeth were never meant to bite off,—what only forgiveness can digest
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When a dog shows its teeth it isn't smiling.
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You can grit your teeth down to the nubs but then how will you bite off my head?
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I don't spin my wheels where the dirt doesn't fly so don't think you can sharpen your teeth on my arm. Eat a snickers
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