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Lyric Poetry  .  .  .

What is a poem;

But a song without music:

And what is a song;

Just poetry with a tune.


For the poet:

The music is in the mind;

 And the pen turns the key

 Of the unwritten melody.


  By Terry Lee



              Copyrite  c   1990  Terry Lee         
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A Poet:


              One who reads, writes, and thinks;
               While dwelling in the silence
                      Of the light of thought.



                                                         Terry Lee
Broken Heart…
I know now why you wanted “Just to be Friends”,
And all the arguments We’ll be leaving amend,
I see all the girls you’ve been bringing home at night,
And it hurts me deep inside to know I’ll never win this fight;
My memories flood back to all those sleepless nights,
That we spent holding each other tighter then you know,
But now it’s all gone and your love is no more,
That gentle touch I knew each night will never be felt again;
So now I ask why you took hold of my heart,
When in the end, you knew I would only fall apart,
With each passing day, the tears just roll down,
And I wonder how much longer I can hold on

Michelle Huck
Burley, ID
Poetry:


             “…. A Gift;
     Spoken from the heart,
             With a spark of Life
                     From the Flame of Love.”

                                             Terry Lee
Why???


When all the tears are over,
and all the words have been said,
when the anger we had, grows dry;
and the world prepares for bed,

I can take a moment now
on my knees, staring at the sky
Whisper some simple prayer,
As I ask my “God” why???

Why all the heartache,
Why all the pain,
If it not for this love I feel,
I would think I were insane…


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