Category: man
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Walking On Sand
The ducks swayed in Lake Michigan Underneath a starry sky And the ground gave way under our feet Do you remember the night we walked on the sand? I was your woman You was my man I loved you But failed to understand That being together wasn’t your plan Because you was a ladies man…
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Just a Thought: Opportunity
You have the look of a weathered man standing at a bus stop with no particular place to go but every opportunity waiting with open arms to greet you. Love always, Ayesha
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Wisdom
My Father wasn’t a warrior in a typical sense. But he was a fighter to me. When a good man takes a stand even if it’s just for a second the world stands still. The tide shifts, the bedrock shakes and a new day full of blue skies and opportunity begins. When more people feel…
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Wait
Why can’t things be as simpleAs we planFragile, porcelain love slipping out of nimble handsBlood orange drinks start flowingFrom eroding dreams Differences with family, goals and values come into playHow many dates?How many credit card swipes?How many kisses and near misses?Before sex goes from a gift to a given? A missile ready to explode on…
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Steel Toes
The snow falls like crumpled pieces of off white construction paper On a frigid landscape of charcoal concrete and yellow dashes At the bus stop bench sits a gray haired man In a tan, burly coat smoking a cigarette with a withered hand It has seen the passage of time Held doors open for lovers,…
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Ringing Bells
How long before the bells ring? Their piercing sound can break the walking slumber of restless souls. Permit the chiming of melodious copper that tolls the heart of man. So that their ears may be opened once more. Love always, Esha <3
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Passenger Side
Fear has no place here. It’s the opposite of peaceful. It rides passenger side with the spirit of anxious. Moving without notice because it lacks patience. But many cater to its needs anyway. They dread the night and allow the day to slip away. Afraid of the impending tolls they’ll have to pay… But fear…
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Faithful Man
I dedicate this poem to my late Father. I love you Dad <3 Faithful Man He is the people’s champ A former player tuned into the channel of romance The dark horse no one ever gave a chance When the sunlight fades His cause will still stand Darkness fails to blemish the heart Of a…
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The Length of Hope
The Length of Hope I learned sometime ago that hope has the power to sustain the soul of man. It extends beyond the existence of money. So as the perils of life remain present cling onto the remnants of hope. Love always, Esha <3
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