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The poet guyTaxi Driver
In the city's embrace, as night unfolds,I through streets where stories are told.A guiding presence, a traveler's friend,With open ears, my humble jo...
The poet guyA Note from my Father
In the realm of connection, dear one,Our bond goes beyond words spoken or done.For in the silence, a presence I'll be,Forever here, companion for the...
The poet guyHis will not our own
In the depths of doubt, when faith seems to w,Remember His thoughts higher, His ways not in vain.For in our finite minds, we may stumble and stray,Bu...
All profits go to God’s kingdom, in His glory, Amen
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In the realm of whispers, where secrets reside,
A soul awakens, craving to confide.
My heart, a fortress, guarded with care,
For it knows its worth, beyond compare.
No auctioneer's gavel, no price can define,
The depth of my being, the light that is mine.
For kindness flows freely, like rivers of gold,
It cannot be bought, its value untold.
Thoughts, like butterflies, dance in my mind,
Fluttering gracefully, leaving trails behind.
They weave tales of compassion, of wisdom untold,
Through words and actions, they unfold.
And Joy, oh Joy, a companion so dear,
Envelopes my spirit, dispelling all fear.
Its presence is boundless, its touch divine,
A gift bestowed upon this life of mine.
But know, dear reader, these treasures I hold,
Are not for sale, not for silver or gold.
They're woven within, etched in my soul,
Their worth incalculable, their essence whole.
So let actions speak louder, let truth prevail,
For in deeds we uncover a heartfelt tale.
And may our journeys intertwine, you and me,
Unveiling the beauty of humanity's tapestry.
#Poems
In the realm of whispers, where secrets reside,
A soul awakens, craving to confide.
My heart, a fortress, guarded with care,
For it knows its worth, beyond compare.
No auctioneer's gavel, no price can define,
The depth of my being, the light that is mine.
For kindness flows freely, like rivers of gold,
It cannot be bought, its value untold.
Thoughts, like butterflies, dance in my mind,
Fluttering gracefully, leaving trails behind.
They weave tales of compassion, of wisdom untold,
Through words and actions, they unfold.
And Joy, oh Joy, a companion so dear,
Envelopes my spirit, dispelling all fear.
Its presence is boundless, its touch divine,
A gift bestowed upon this life of mine.
But know, dear reader, these treasures I hold,
Are not for sale, not for silver or gold.
They're woven within, etched in my soul,
Their worth incalculable, their essence whole.
So let actions speak louder, let truth prevail,
For in deeds we uncover a heartfelt tale.
And may our journeys intertwine, you and me,
Unveiling the beauty of humanity's tapestry.
#Poems
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