Through this air I breathe,
I give Life;
I search for Life;
The Poems I Weave.
Through my time making this,
I think of Tomorrow;
I look forward to Tomorrow;
Amazing Things I Make A List.
Through My Poetic Side I post;
I give something new;
I give something to the site and to you;
Still...it’s like being a Ghost.
Through Being A Joker;
I become an Unknown;
I become still...Something Worth To Be Known;
Yes, it is partly in being a Giver.
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Bright Blessings and Love,
Joker Green
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Author:
Nafis Light (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2020 09:31
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
ANGELA & BRIAN HERE ~ Thanks JOKER for a very haunting tune which complemented the Poem ~ which spoke to me ~ what did it say !
V 1. Sans Air we cannot LIVE -
Sans Life we cannot weave Poems !
V 2. While we weave we think of tommorow
While we weave we compile a list !
V 3. I compost a new Poem just for MPS - BUT
I am still ephemeral - A Ghost - A Spirit - A Giver !
V 4. BUT - I am still a JOKE(R) - Anonymous - Nobody ?
BUT - I am worthy of being SOMEBODY - Cos Im a GIVER !
IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE LISTENING TO ME ?
Thanks JOKER for sharing your HEART & SOUL
We all feel UNKNOWN sometimes - BUT WE LOVE YOU !
Bright Blessings & Love to YOU & YOURS
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡💙🧡💙🧡
Enjoyed your poem Joker and can relate. Faved!
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