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DIAMOND DOES POETRY
MY POCKET FULL OF PROSE!
The table it wobbles…and grits slide.Eggs run yellowto one side.The salt shaker tosseswhite crystals up high.The pepper says ‘wait!”I’ll go along for the ride!Sprinkled out like dice –a ‘deuce and a five’ !As coffee jumps outand flows like a tide.My hands grip the table –to make it subside.Okaaaaay, now…Steady.Ooops! No.I lied!Victor goes to the table!– a breakfast denied.Lost to the floor…by a landslide.(C)2016 Diamond Ryan all rights reserved – diamonddoesdiamond2016 WWW.DIAMONDRYAN.COM
“In His Hands”
Left alone in the land of man
Without ‘elevation’ or a helping hand
Turn dust to dawn and anger to song
And told old hateful fate to just move along
And stood up.
Alone… on my own
Only to relize how much I’d grown
Over time no rhythm, no Reason
Just to discover it was my season
Alone in the land of man
Without man’s help…
But, in God’s hand
Cupped and comforted
Against all I confronted
I rose and stood.
By DiamondRyan(C)2014 All rights reserved.