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Poet Introduction
I love to write on the edge: Not all significant poetry goes down like warm soup: Don't fear the burn It just might awaken you: In the words of Jim Morrison... 'Wake up!' (I don't remember where I am either).. Note: I write heartwarming stuff too..
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2022 6:20am
3rd Jun 2022 6:20am
Perspectives in Freedom
What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend,
it ceases to exist."
- Salman Rushdie
"Speak, or be unheard,
open your mind or be confined.
You have so much to say
don't let self doubt take it away.
Open minds and hearts are listening
and they can affirm what is humanity
expressing and being itself in you
opinions aren't right or wrong, just unique;
it is bravery in action to shout in your
true voice as a lion would roar
and a fearless voice is a blessing
even in the...
it ceases to exist."
- Salman Rushdie
"Speak, or be unheard,
open your mind or be confined.
You have so much to say
don't let self doubt take it away.
Open minds and hearts are listening
and they can affirm what is humanity
expressing and being itself in you
opinions aren't right or wrong, just unique;
it is bravery in action to shout in your
true voice as a lion would roar
and a fearless voice is a blessing
even in the...
#freedom
#HenryDavidThoreau
#MaryOliver
#MayaAngelou
#NaPoWriMo2022
582 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2022 5:18am
28th May 2022 5:18am
Army Of Empties
Grasping at air, hungry for more
locked behind eyes, a forever closed door.
We are the many, gone are the few
who ever among us sanity knew.
Every nuance of human spark
now flickers to fade here in the dark.
Are we the same robotic selves
whose voices resound in similar pall.
Whom was I, can't I ever know
first I was here yet ever slow
guarding the thing I held to strong
now it trails behind our throng.
Each step we make a stumble forth
our inner compass unregisters north.
Hope gets...
locked behind eyes, a forever closed door.
We are the many, gone are the few
who ever among us sanity knew.
Every nuance of human spark
now flickers to fade here in the dark.
Are we the same robotic selves
whose voices resound in similar pall.
Whom was I, can't I ever know
first I was here yet ever slow
guarding the thing I held to strong
now it trails behind our throng.
Each step we make a stumble forth
our inner compass unregisters north.
Hope gets...
#soldiers
#war
#zombies
#fear
#NaPoWriMo2022
521 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2022 4:47am
28th May 2022 4:47am
We Shan't Go
I hear the tiny voice through the trees,
of you, of me; do not ask why.
The night wraps us in its blanket of promise
and we have multitudes of choices to make
and answers call in the evening lull
as mist upon our faces falls;
when but now, or where, but here
no, do not ask why.
Let us walk, our feet finding a way,
let us tread into the longest night unaware
until it's day, as far as we dare,
no, do not ask why.
I fancy I have been here awhile,
seeing every kind of smile,
every grin that knowing bears; ...
of you, of me; do not ask why.
The night wraps us in its blanket of promise
and we have multitudes of choices to make
and answers call in the evening lull
as mist upon our faces falls;
when but now, or where, but here
no, do not ask why.
Let us walk, our feet finding a way,
let us tread into the longest night unaware
until it's day, as far as we dare,
no, do not ask why.
I fancy I have been here awhile,
seeing every kind of smile,
every grin that knowing bears; ...
#love
#romantic
#night
#TSEliot
#NaPoWriMo2022
313 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2022 11:51pm
6th May 2022 11:51pm
The Silver Forest
In the tender heart
where vulnerable peace exists
innocuous
and of silver strands
its daylight and twilight
promise sovereignty
as the forest glitters --
Its creatures all love me.
She is the raven, the one
whom I never fear, the dark
blackness of her
is within the deepest recess
of matron soul.
Paternal is not the air
here but gone
in fear of serpent's lair.
I am what lies and rules beneath
and devours fear in moving
rippling it away ...
where vulnerable peace exists
innocuous
and of silver strands
its daylight and twilight
promise sovereignty
as the forest glitters --
Its creatures all love me.
She is the raven, the one
whom I never fear, the dark
blackness of her
is within the deepest recess
of matron soul.
Paternal is not the air
here but gone
in fear of serpent's lair.
I am what lies and rules beneath
and devours fear in moving
rippling it away ...
#earth
#forest
#JimMorrison #NaPoWriMo2022
#JimMorrison #NaPoWriMo2022
326 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Apr 2022 4:33am
10th Apr 2022 4:33am
Dear Diary: Summer 1979
A bicycle ride in heady air
coaster brakes and screeching tires.
A variety store's tall shelves stocked
with household needs next to the liquor aisle.
Sugary treats cost pocket change,
the old man behind the counters glassy eyes
say, 'Is that all you're buying?'
Star Wars cards and giant gum wads,
lip-chilling popsicle sticks and hoodsie cups.
A superhot car with butt-burning vinyl seats,
clothes swaying on a line, stiff and wind-starched
Mom's cooking dinner on the stove, no microwave,
Dad's plate goes in the warm oven. ...
coaster brakes and screeching tires.
A variety store's tall shelves stocked
with household needs next to the liquor aisle.
Sugary treats cost pocket change,
the old man behind the counters glassy eyes
say, 'Is that all you're buying?'
Star Wars cards and giant gum wads,
lip-chilling popsicle sticks and hoodsie cups.
A superhot car with butt-burning vinyl seats,
clothes swaying on a line, stiff and wind-starched
Mom's cooking dinner on the stove, no microwave,
Dad's plate goes in the warm oven. ...
#childhood
#memories
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2022
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2022
306 reads
15 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2021 5:01am
11th Nov 2021 5:01am
A Woman In Parts
All the parts of me are obvious, see:
I consist of a heart in a tight corseted sternum
pressed upward in constant female expansion;
the weighty dreams I hold to
lean into this caving posture.
Womanhood should be
an easy aspiration yet
it holds uncertain things as stones
stuck into mud hold such after it rains
(I know what is there already, that
is the riddle) --
Its metallic taste rises in my mouth
to meet my every desire:
Crumb by crumb,
I see it fall from the air;
the empty air where love ...
I consist of a heart in a tight corseted sternum
pressed upward in constant female expansion;
the weighty dreams I hold to
lean into this caving posture.
Womanhood should be
an easy aspiration yet
it holds uncertain things as stones
stuck into mud hold such after it rains
(I know what is there already, that
is the riddle) --
Its metallic taste rises in my mouth
to meet my every desire:
Crumb by crumb,
I see it fall from the air;
the empty air where love ...
#women
#feminism
#MargaretAtwood
525 reads
22 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2021 4:05am
9th Sep 2021 4:05am
September's Voice
I am the voice of a meadow;
listen to me hum.
See what flies about me;
every bloom has come.
Yet I toil nor gather;
only give away
what the air can muster
as against its pull I sway.
Seeds and spores to scatter
like so many words;
thrown about in tatters,
in waiting still unheard.
Whispers only chattered
by some chirping birds
waving to their latter;
a streaming sun of yore.
And only can they
rake away what I,
in turn can let decay
as sleeping, I'll regenerate ...
listen to me hum.
See what flies about me;
every bloom has come.
Yet I toil nor gather;
only give away
what the air can muster
as against its pull I sway.
Seeds and spores to scatter
like so many words;
thrown about in tatters,
in waiting still unheard.
Whispers only chattered
by some chirping birds
waving to their latter;
a streaming sun of yore.
And only can they
rake away what I,
in turn can let decay
as sleeping, I'll regenerate ...
#flowers
#fall
#nature #LifeAsAWriter
#nature #LifeAsAWriter
355 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2021 4:48am
20th Aug 2021 4:48am
August Interlude
The warm night air sits
still and surrounds
all the ripened stalks
and fully opened flowers;
petals dangling in
a final vitality.
Heavy branches swoon
insect-laden air as lower leaves
begin a first yellowing of many
transitions to come;
hunger abated.
A ground saturated in
summer rain lingers
under plush, trampled
long, strewn grasses.
Songs of summer still
hang suspended in the air
as if exuded from molecules
of all that new life blooming,
bursting forth;
The mellow...
still and surrounds
all the ripened stalks
and fully opened flowers;
petals dangling in
a final vitality.
Heavy branches swoon
insect-laden air as lower leaves
begin a first yellowing of many
transitions to come;
hunger abated.
A ground saturated in
summer rain lingers
under plush, trampled
long, strewn grasses.
Songs of summer still
hang suspended in the air
as if exuded from molecules
of all that new life blooming,
bursting forth;
The mellow...
#summer
#nature
#MargaretAtwood
371 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2021 4:47am
1st Aug 2021 4:47am
Rabbit Song
I smell that you
are chasing me with your eyes,
and I leave my scent behind
so that you may know the joy of
my leaping / if only for ignorance
of what a stone feels.
My only conquest
is to break the grasses down;
not to diminish them but
encourage them by chewing
their stalks to a pulp.
I eat what nobody wants
and leave their digested remains behind
in your overgrown pasture.
How do I survive;
this is how, and why --
I am light as air, I think,
and the ways of the world don't
collect...
are chasing me with your eyes,
and I leave my scent behind
so that you may know the joy of
my leaping / if only for ignorance
of what a stone feels.
My only conquest
is to break the grasses down;
not to diminish them but
encourage them by chewing
their stalks to a pulp.
I eat what nobody wants
and leave their digested remains behind
in your overgrown pasture.
How do I survive;
this is how, and why --
I am light as air, I think,
and the ways of the world don't
collect...
#animals
#nature
#MargaretAtwood
346 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jul 2021 4:50am
28th Jul 2021 4:50am
At Evenfall
Hold to the fact
that you will find
ever a patient word
uttered in a cautious mind;
Deep though it wends
into the narrow streets
of all we'd imagine
and try never with to sleep.
So lovers, they embark
on worlds so dreamed up;
and in their distant laugh
it is cherished in a brimming cup.
Yet cups can only hold
what into them is poured
and dreams only matter
when embellished in full accord.
What did I envision,
or could I have thought;
love has little meaning ...
that you will find
ever a patient word
uttered in a cautious mind;
Deep though it wends
into the narrow streets
of all we'd imagine
and try never with to sleep.
So lovers, they embark
on worlds so dreamed up;
and in their distant laugh
it is cherished in a brimming cup.
Yet cups can only hold
what into them is poured
and dreams only matter
when embellished in full accord.
What did I envision,
or could I have thought;
love has little meaning ...
#love
#dreams
#night #WHAuden
#night #WHAuden
728 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jul 2021 4:10am
24th Jul 2021 4:10am
A Ghost Called Love
Where is the heart
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
#love
#ghosts
#WHAuden
395 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2021 6:19am
13th May 2021 6:19am
The Walking Led
We can stride ahead to belong,
sever ties in weak made strong.
But how can we, in conscience go
before the things we truly know.
Only with our foresight clear
are any reasons not to fear;
yet hanging on in morbid dread,
of these outcomes we are fed
hatred of our own desires
under which we stoke a fire
full of pleadings to be felt.
In our dealings we get dealt.
When and how will all this end,
where did go ourselves as friends
to each other, to this earth,
our full sentience and our mirth.
I can't find nor...
sever ties in weak made strong.
But how can we, in conscience go
before the things we truly know.
Only with our foresight clear
are any reasons not to fear;
yet hanging on in morbid dread,
of these outcomes we are fed
hatred of our own desires
under which we stoke a fire
full of pleadings to be felt.
In our dealings we get dealt.
When and how will all this end,
where did go ourselves as friends
to each other, to this earth,
our full sentience and our mirth.
I can't find nor...
#peace
#freedom
#choices #NaPoWriMo2021
#choices #NaPoWriMo2021
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