Will B a Poet Poems

I live on the atmosphere,
created by others.
Nourished somehow by life's curiosities,
contradictions & promise.
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An instrument of pleasure
vibrations for the palet and the plate,
a flower,
whose colour and beauty radiates,
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He is different,
asks awkward questions,
has poor articulation & social skills.
He gets excited at the simple things
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Nations linking hands,
feeling their way, in the darkness.
slaves to the dream,
beneath shooting star fireworks.
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'Peace in our time' was his proud boast, as he stepped down from the plane,
waving that peace of paper, a dud prescription for all our pain.
The road to Peace is narrow, the road to ruin is wide,
history is the finger, but chance pulls the trigger and hides.
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Taken
prisoner
by your
naked
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The pen, attacks the paper,
as thoughts, fight for prominence and order,
on their journey from page to page,
until their conclusion,
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No sound, in your world, but plenty love,
as heart embraces heart with vibrations,
the movement of hands,
a rehearsal for wings yet to be fitted,
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My body and my brain, change again and again,
as I leave the sea, to stand on firm terrain.
My heart is beating fast, something was amiss.
where is my bonnie lass, to give me Ae fond kiss
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Lilly, exotic flower, this ones from brazil.
she sits beside me for a photo opportunity
and puts forth fragrant words,
that I don't understand, but her smile completes the picture
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