I Am The Sun...

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    I Am The Sun...
    I am the sun. I am bright.
    I am loved, in return I provide light. 
    I rise every morning, set every night.
    While I’m awake, I bring delight.
    I live my life way up high.
    Above everybody, my face in the sky.
    If you misuse me you will see,
    What a nuisance I can be.
    I can do things you wouldn’t assume.
    Bring you love and care, or pain and gloom.
    Give you a high, cause you to die.
    And other things you’ve yet to find.
    I‘ve been cursed for evermore, 
    To go round and round to stop nevermore.
    Unless I shall die you’ll see everyday my face in the sky,
    Friend or foe, you decide.
    I am the sun. I am bright.
    I am loved, in return I provide light. 
    I rise every morning, set every night.
    While I’m awake, I bring delight.
    I live my life way up high.
    Above everybody, my face in the sky.
    If you misuse me you will see,
    What a nuisance I can be.
    I can do things you wouldn’t assume.
    Bring you love and care, or pain and gloom.
    Give you a high, cause you to die.
    And other things you’ve yet to find.
    I‘ve been cursed for evermore, 
    To go round and round to stop nevermore.
    Unless I shall die you’ll see everyday my face in the sky,
    Friend or foe, you decide.

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    ClearlySays commented on I Am The Sun...

    01-28-2011

    Very clever, the way you wrapped it up. I've heard people personify the sun but not the way you did. Friend or foe an interesting way to describe the sun's effects, this inspires me to read some more of your work!
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    ClearlySays

    01/28/2011

    woops once you upload some more lol

    LenaM commented on I Am The Sun...

    01-28-2011

    oh I like this poem through all I do is freckle and burn in the sun :)
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    Rhymer commented on I Am The Sun...

    01-28-2011

    Excellent piece, need the vitamin D but need to protect from those harmful rays. 10
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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