poetry
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Trying to mess up My beat, mr. Police Bullseye hood Suspended. Driving ceased On state time out No revving the engine. The sweet release of Going wherever I please No singing loud and proud, sound pouring All around in Harmony with downtown No hand catching waves Hair blowing on my face Enjoying my private Little…
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Walking to my beat clear summer night crescent moon Counting syllables
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Samson strength length hair Ponytail swings Pulled by string Shedding surfaces
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Amaru parades Black armor suit the tank villain an ambush, she’s slayed Monroe finding freedom fanning her fancy tail, defeated the foe releasing an exhale Inti, neon bright Rules the stones swimming through plants doing a vertical dance
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Minimalist with words Unspoken truths Now heard Finish one, then start another Opening a poet’s door
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Routines not for me Bouncing between rhyming schemes Possibilities
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Remote control dive The couch swallows everything Crumbs swim across sea
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At the stop, waiting People coming and going Envying the cars ******************************************** In the heights of life City viewing paradise Diversity park
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words won’t let me rest, feeling caught in my chest Finding pens, writing lines and rhymes thinking in sound Stumbling upon beauty where there’s usually none found Painting with words about creations the universe has done Poetry breathes life Insight to the world a soul’s way of fun
Yesenia Guerra 