Sadly
She’s not
Bullet proof
Waking up, everything to fear
Dependable rain falling all around
Strong, yet sadness drifts near
Reality’s hands around her neck
Leave that poet heart
A dreaming mess
To fight
Alone
Sadly
She’s not
Bullet proof
Waking up, everything to fear
Dependable rain falling all around
Strong, yet sadness drifts near
Reality’s hands around her neck
Leave that poet heart
A dreaming mess
To fight
Alone
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
The life of a poet, “Leave that poet heart, A dreaming mess, To fight, Alone”. Very poignant, and you you write the words and thoughts so us readers can feel better, leaving you alone with all the angst and mess ~ very nice of you 🙂 Another very fine poem.
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Dalo, you have a way of making me feel like the only girl in the room. Thank you for that. I gladly write each poem and take the emotion it stirs. Sick, huh? 🙂
Thank you, Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire. …til we meet again. Have a great day.
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Poignant. Love this. You do have a way with words and emotions. Saying so little says so much, and, oh, how sweet it is.
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You have a way with making me sound so much better than I am, Christopher. Thank you, my dear. Such a lovely compliment.
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I’ve been shot –
S’ok, I’ll live.
I do not think I need to be
Bulletproof, so long as I’ve
The will to write, to dream, to strive
To be the best man I can be
And to my lover give
All I have got.
😉
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Aw!! A Poet’s work is never done, Mark. This is mind blowing good, my dear.
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When one’s mind is blown, tis easy to produce that which reflects it 🙂
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Is it blown, Mark? This poem is a humble attempt at ridding a sad thought of feeling misunderstood.
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Blown by your passion and emotion, yes
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*shy eyes* Thank you, Mark. You’ve made me blush.
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Then I will count this week an excellent one. Few things are as wonderful as making an extraordinary woman blush.
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Stop making me blush! 🙂
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What was that? Stop breathing? Stop requiring water to live? Stop the Earth from spinning, the sun from burning? All of these things have the same level of probability as your request. 😉
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Poet Mark, so eloquent. The best comment ever!
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But yet you are not, Aud. I love the arrow shape of the poem, too. Wow!
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I know, just a feeling I put to words.
You see it!? Glad you did…thought I was the only one. Thanks! That made my day!! Yay!
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What do you get past me, Aud? Come on.
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I know. You see much. And it pleases me that you dive into my poetry. I don’t take that for granted in the least bit, Zak. I cherish you.
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The same, Aud. You read my stuff with your comb out, my friend. 🙂
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I try. You make it easy. You calm me. Hugs!
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Thank you for all of that comment, Aud.
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Thank you, Chum.
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Ohhhh, sadly none of us are bullet proof. And life certainly does shoot many bullets our way, doesn’t it?
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A few bullets in life are okay, my friend. Hugs!! xxx
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Those bullets seem to help us grow, don’t you think?
🙂
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