David Byer Poems

I drive down the court
Eyes up, hands pumping
Legs in rhythm
Lift, rise, release
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How do I describe my God,
where do I even start?
Where do you begin with One,
who Is and Wert and Art?
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What was and what wasn’t
What is and what isn’t
Occupy most of our thoughts
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Sometimes from deep
inside me
I have the urge to
SHOUT
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I have a love in my life
To do what is good
To do what is needed
To do what I should
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How I know you,
Oh, I know you
To my sense’s delight
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When asked to write this poem of “Me”
I first had to look at myself and see
what made me who I am and then
decide how best to use my pen.
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I will be ready
for You to come back
to the place where We spent
our days.
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I want to play again,
to twirl and clap
and dance.
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