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My passion for poetry  !

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robert43041
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My passion for poetry

It took me by surprise
In an English literature class
As I was barely back from Vietnam
We were asked to write a short story, if I recall.
Instead, I wrote a very angry poem
About cute kids - the lures -
And booby traps designed not to kill
But mame.

Much later, in a culinary phase
I wrote funny poems to do with food
Chocolate delights, pastries, Éclairs.
Spaghetti and splashed tomato sauce.

Of course who can claim to be a poet
If he or she does not write
About love in many of its forms
From Heaven to Hell.

You grow with poetry
It allows you to spill your guts out.
Everything from
Zenith to Nadir.
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
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MY PASSION POETRY

彡(✿╹◡╹) 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦
𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳  
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘦
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
 
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩?
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰
𝘛𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘦, & 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩
𝘐𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰
𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩
 
𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺
𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦
𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘺
𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘥𝘦
𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘺
 
𝘙𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 is 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬
𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴  
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬
𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵
𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘬
 
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘦  
𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘌!!!!
 
When I've discovered about Grammarly
That was my Pandora's Box  
The one key that I needed to golden my poetry
With reliance I now feel like a true  
"Poetess Fox"
I am who I am cause I'm Poet Nancy
 

𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴
𝘈𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥
𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴
𝘔𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴
 
𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯  
𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸
𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯
𝘐'𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘸
𝘖𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯
 
𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴𝘦  
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘌𝘥𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘗𝘰𝘦
𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴
𝘈 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸
𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦  
(`∀´)Ψ
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Bluevelvete
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hidden in plain sight.

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hidden in plain sight
 
 
they don't know  
that I write  
not just here  
but anywhere--  
ever.  
 
no one does  
save one or two  
and even then  
I've only mentioned it  
in passing  
 
no one knows  
the extent  
that I feel most present  
and seen  
with pen in hand—  
writing  
 
how figuring it out  
this— bloodletting  
via quill and paper  
is the way  
is, my way.  
 
from processing  
to pulverizing,  
this step by step  
self taught course  
of raw introspection  
 
diagnosis.  
treatment.  
therapy.  
 
wrapped up  
in my version  
of syntax  
 
my stumbled upon growth  
and independence  
an internal found perception  
or sense of enlightenment, p'raps  
months in the making  
sprouted of truths known  
to unknown,  
yet more  
so much more than...  
anything  
 
and unlike  
I have ever  
experienced  
 
some lessons becoming mantra  
darkness tilts to ebb  
self hate slightly abates  
laughter is again from the belly  
 
the power of the pen  
 
 
 
no one knows, still  
 
 
 
 
but I do.  
 
 
 
 
 


*a non-entry entry that felt apropos

NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
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Thank you Sawyer. I had to straighten out many times the lines but now much better.

poet Anonymous

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mypassion4pleasure
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Poetically Speaking

Poetry is…
Me spilling my tea
Of me being free
From pent up emotions
It builds my desires
And my sensuality
It’s a release
That drips into a river
Much sooner than eventually

Poetry is…

Refreshing
It’s a reckoning
That connects me with nature
It’s my date on paper
It’s a connectedness
With the male, female or genderless
It’s my hub, my nest
My safe place to communicate
To explore, meditate
And get in my mind

Poetry is…

Kind to me
And allows me self expression
Connects me with nature
The elements and creatures
It allows me to dive deep in the sea

Poetry for me is…

Climaxing
Orgasms
Sweet kisses with strawberries
Melts me to my knees
Gets me in the mood
To treat, tease and please
It helps me revisit
My inner wants and needs
Submissively, dominantly
And ever so erotically
It inspires me to be
Naked in my thoughts
Exposing raw emotions
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javalini
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ASPIRING

the way
she wrote
that
said that
stacked
words
like steps  
to some
secret truth
and, goddamn,
it's just
a phrase,
just one word
pushed against another
but  
good god
how it  
resonates,
how it
serenades
and soothes
the soul
and
rankles
the mind
and how
i want  
to hold that,
be that,
somehow live that
life of word
on word
on word
in my small
and fumbling
way
amen
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poet Anonymous

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mypassion4pleasure
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Re: Poetically Speaking
Thanks so very much. I'm glad you liked it and appreciate your time and kindness.

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A Torrid Love Affair

  
I started to practice the art of writing
When I’d stutter and the words got stuck in my throat  
And though sometimes my spirit went down fighting  
My will would not let me get choked  
   
I had a lot of love to express  
Composing poems and prose proved promising and exciting  
And when I chose to confess my emotions to impress  
I found out I lacked the finesse to be inciting  
   
So, I practiced and practiced  
I studied, read, spilled and rehearsed  
Trying to do my damnedest  
With each and every verse from my best to my worst  
   
And poetry became a torrid love affair  
Through both dreams and nightmares  
When life and I sparred I got punched hard in the gut  
Then I’d take to paper and pen  
Vented everything from my despair to Zen  
Even when I thought I had it made then fate kicked me in the nuts  
   
And that’s what I love about poetry  
It’s made me laugh, it’s made me cry  
It’s been my literary chronicle, both serious and comical  
A reflection  
Letting me figure out what's going on inside  
   
Then when demons were about to get woke  
With a stroke of a pen I’d stoke an ire fire and flame  
I’d slay them with reason and rhyme  
Every line that I wrote    
Every time that I rote  
I smote    
And smoked those fools back from whence they came  
   
Writing is a passion  
It’s everything I can dream and imagine  
An endless vault filled with creativity and innovation  
It’s like a personal canon  
An eternal attraction  
The explanation that brings some balance to this equation
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