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a poem in my pen

I hear my heart beating
as I stand alone
with my thoughts
in the darkening night...
I hear the muted voices
of my deepest reveries..
the endless night
swallows up the
sounds of sleeping birds
as blossoms dream in slumber
I hear the song
of the milky way..


I look for a 
poem in my pen...









		
	
			

			
				


			

			
					

	

			
	
			



	
			

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    your pen”  its your conveyer
    
your poems come from your heart
    
they then flow to your willing pen…
    
your words it does them impart
    
to every  reader…  your feelings…
    
be they dark or bright,,, all inspirational
    
oft they’ve gave to me a little bit of you
    
I’m sure other readers feel this way too
    

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        true words I speak
        
when spoke of you
        
although my heart can leak
        
made up scenario’s too
        
words to suit a challenge
        
oft hard I find to manage
        
for in my heart its truth i seek
        
spoke of you tis truth I speak
        

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        Panoptes, a giant with a hundred eyes
        
Directions whence he viewed disguised
        
Buildings built, schools, in his name
        
His ability your magistrals falsely claim
        
A rues to encourage students learning
        
If it works perhaps, his/hers discerning
        
But how you described  that professor
        
A man of his calibre should know better
        
What err your grade, advice not disrespect
        
What you, and all students should expect
        

        Hasta la vista
        

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    I am sure your pen is excited each time you pick it up. Your use of figurative language and description are envious. This is great poetry, Yassy, and a great description of how your poetic process works.
    

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        No, not at all. You said nothing offensive or hurtful. So you should exchange that rotten for something fresher 🙂
        

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        If I don’t get it out of my system, i may well get tummy ache, i have a dear friend here on the blog who used to write with her love, your writing reminds me of their writing. I said it!!!! Lol. Perc, reminds me of Cadbury perk. 
        

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        I think I know your friend as you two lit up my post the other day. She had the same feeling but this is my first time blogging and I have been reading poets like myself for a long time and I guess I have developed a style that is reminiscent of your friend’s love. Sadly, my love has passed and there will be no other love for me. Haha, Cadbury Perc, I like that. I wonder if I can change my name? 
        

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