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 Title   [ Click any title below to view poem ]Category Date
 Forth Delight Love 5/26/2017
 Thank You Dedications 5/26/2017
 Mattered Life 5/25/2017
 Another Day Life 5/25/2017
 Every Way Insight 5/25/2017
 Magical Day Insight 5/25/2017
 Was Applied Humorous Poems 5/23/2017
 A Smile Love 5/23/2017
 Rebirth Insight 5/22/2017
 The End Humorous Poems 5/22/2017
 I'll Reap Insight 5/20/2017
 At Your Feet Love 5/20/2017
 Round Life 5/20/2017
 Been Told Love 5/17/2017
 Long It Takes Inspirational Poems 5/17/2017
 Angels Amoung Us Life 5/17/2017
 Writing the Poem Life 5/17/2017
 The Fun Life 5/15/2017
 Reality's the Game Life 5/15/2017
 Come Your Way Dark Poetry 5/14/2017
 Think I Should Insight 5/13/2017
 Will Come Life 5/13/2017
 Stalking Moon Life 5/12/2017
 Loves' Grace Love 5/12/2017
 Always Cared Love 5/12/2017
 My Mess Misc 5/10/2017
 Rearouse Inspirational Poems 5/8/2017
 Do Not Hide Love 5/8/2017
 Mothers Day Dedications 5/8/2017
 Rhythm Of My Heart Love 5/8/2017
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Forth Delight

Was a Friday night, amongst the dancers.
Close closer, different were his romances.
So vivid, yet simple, could they all remain.
Precious the memories, never the same.

Was a Friday night, no trieste he'd extend.
So small was his pull, yet defenses transcend.
Had the eye of an eagle, was a canine at heart.
Whisked down lifes' chute, thinking never would part.

Was a Friday night, become Saturday's lament.
The bloom's off the rose, now is a time to repent.
Thoughts light as the wind, in the cover of night.
Wish all days were Fridays, bringing forth delight.



'thoughts light as the wind'

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