Never call me broken.
Bent and crushed,
Crumpled and thrown away...
Left in the gutter for lost,
Looked the Devil eye to eye,
And spit in his...
I'm stitched and sewn
Back together so much
My very soul looks
Like the Frankenstein monster...
But i still walk, talk, growl,
Play checkers with the Devil now,
And spill out poetry, so...
Don't ever call me broken.
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exposing myself
trying to speak the simple truth
others can't believe
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never ending roar
wind ceaselessly stings my skin
memories replayed
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let poet love you
write you into poetry
a few hundred times
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many love letters
well disguised as poetry
to adored goddess
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below soul's surface
she is like an ocean tide
drawing me with her
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best i stay unseen
remain poet who exists
as mere words of love
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heart beats and hand moves
while all the rest is dying
love remains alive
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gown about her feet
most revealing pose at dawn
watercolor orchid
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sharing our hearts' smiles
with our souls dancing naked
to our poetry
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a lovely morning
poetry over coffee
the look in your eyes
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morning's mist glistens
sweetly drips from her petals
dawn's enticing dew
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endless waves and wind
begetter of poetry
always the ocean
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Speak to me with ocean waves,
As the wind to sing for me,
Take me back to boyhood
In the woods beside the bay,
Climb those trees once more,
Contemplating in boyish ways,
The rhythm and adventure of
Life and the endless sea,
Progenitors of poetry,
And the future poet.
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dream she knows i'm here
knows of words i wrote for her
expecting nothing
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seems a shy flower
yet hidden petals glisten
with love's fiery dew
Donovan Baldwin