Dedicated to All Poets

By Janet JRodriguez

What you say is loud and clear
and I can’t help but bear
your voice, your attitude, and motion
I get it – I heard you and your pain and I know it
what ever place or time you wrote it
it became a master piece
and I thank you for it
for spilling your emotions on a page
spitting out what you were probably holding in
for explaining international suffrage
for taking time on rehearsing to perform for being
for being honest and professional
respect is handed to you like air
everyone should applaud
all you gotta do is bow
and do us a favor and write another one.

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by Janet JRodriguez

You are the light to my dark shadows
if it wasn’t for you
I’d be rotting in the gutters
you are the alpha and omega
my savior
and I respect you
you are the truth that blinds my sight
never ending care from your side
born into your grace
I adore your name
you’re my water and bread of the day
you the power that moves me inside and out
you the words that I wish I can preach
you are the beginning and end of my life story

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by Janet JRodriguez

Grapes dry into raisins
caterpillars transform into butterflies
the desert feeds off the sun
every pen needs ink
not every mind is alike
remember the times you were thirsty and wanted more
remember the times you had your time to shine but never gloat
stars surround the moon
at night
waves are alive
hairs are static
you’re bright without a light
walk onto a bridge
jump off
and take your own flight

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by Janet JRodriguez

Your eyes sparkle. No – they shine
looks like the sun chose you today
so why don’t you touch it, feel the outrage of the burn or the exciting thrill of danger
you seek the keep out zone but yet you come back to the yes trespass
he watches over you so the crows don’t eat you
all you want is the world but what you don’t know, is that it’s already OWNED.

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You have always been there for me
I know you have good intentions
I know you’ve always wanted the most best for me
you’re the farmer he once saw plant the seed
and now that the seed has grown
you wonder why it’s a rose with many thorns
so beautiful yet so rough
while you were away the rose was left unprotected
the wind was too harsh, the sun burned out, the water couldn’t give enough
your arrival brought the sunlight
and that’s how it’s beautiful yet so rough

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by Janet JRodriguez

What’s so great about you “America”
that so many people risk their lives, family, and friends to arrive to these states
they come searching for that American Dream
but you reject them and want to cause them pain
all they want is a home
that liberty you speak of
you forget about Justice For All when you see the color of their skin
your white, blue, and red - why do you discriminate?
brown is golden, black is beautiful
americaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I don’t see the greatness in your name.