Long Poems About the Power Of Words
#PowerOfWords
Utopian eggs
In streaks dawn is painted.
I as an observer will place a stethoscope towards all skies . Sometimes bursting into budding roses. In these times passing when hearing will become listening. This eternal global rhythm will become known. My fountain pen is clad in deep dark rivers where firstly I was a bird. Long before my aching bones nestled into winged words,
In oceanic knowing I delved into viral pools. That night I had awoken to strange intrinsic images being woven into a pattern. A lucid dream told me a cross lined pattern where dim light shone. A cloak collected me...
I as an observer will place a stethoscope towards all skies . Sometimes bursting into budding roses. In these times passing when hearing will become listening. This eternal global rhythm will become known. My fountain pen is clad in deep dark rivers where firstly I was a bird. Long before my aching bones nestled into winged words,
In oceanic knowing I delved into viral pools. That night I had awoken to strange intrinsic images being woven into a pattern. A lucid dream told me a cross lined pattern where dim light shone. A cloak collected me...
#dreams
#PowerOfWords
#metaphor
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Oligarchy, it’s real it’s here

#PowerOfWords
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We all got a story to tell
Through this life we all have gone through somethings, that will affect us in ways that we have to learn, to understand how to navigate through the process of rebuilding our lives. For it's true that no one is sent to you by chance or accident 🤔 For sure we all have had our share of things, that weren't true about love and happiness only to find, out that it doesn't exist, but yet it does exist in the right one that we choose, to be with in honesty and truth and trust. Yet we sometimes we find ourselves involved, with someone who doesn't even have a glue of what love really, is truly...
#hope
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
#TimeHeals
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The Weight of Words
Words are a net cast into the sea,
dragging bright-scaled truths to light.
Yet the sea itself slips through,
its weightless immensity untamed,
like a dream forgotten upon waking.
A leaf, whole in its green perfection,
unbroken by wind or insect,
whispers of the storm-torn tree
it fell from—a quiet proof of ruin.
Here, even beauty bears the bruise of loss.
Each vowel carries a pulse,
a song strung from the open throat:
“A” sprawls in sunlight,
“O” mourns in its round, aching grief.
Consonants...
dragging bright-scaled truths to light.
Yet the sea itself slips through,
its weightless immensity untamed,
like a dream forgotten upon waking.
A leaf, whole in its green perfection,
unbroken by wind or insect,
whispers of the storm-torn tree
it fell from—a quiet proof of ruin.
Here, even beauty bears the bruise of loss.
Each vowel carries a pulse,
a song strung from the open throat:
“A” sprawls in sunlight,
“O” mourns in its round, aching grief.
Consonants...
#PowerOfWords
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MY FREE LINE'S LIFETIME, PRECARIOUS, HIGH WIRE ACT (somewhere unknown in time; Galveston Island, Texas)
skip fact
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Anti-anti Energy
Now
Take a look at the state of affairs today
Broken systems, criminal injustices, homicides, violence by the police/racist mobs,
Cultural strife and the madness by the media
The United States, one shining city on a hill in the middle of a very large plantation
Just burning, unlike Mississippi has ever seen before
So-called economists predict the waves of supply and demand, inflation, market failures, its successes
I don't have a Ph.D,
But I know exactly what the hell I'm talking about
Kenya and Uganda have strict anti-gay laws among...
Take a look at the state of affairs today
Broken systems, criminal injustices, homicides, violence by the police/racist mobs,
Cultural strife and the madness by the media
The United States, one shining city on a hill in the middle of a very large plantation
Just burning, unlike Mississippi has ever seen before
So-called economists predict the waves of supply and demand, inflation, market failures, its successes
I don't have a Ph.D,
But I know exactly what the hell I'm talking about
Kenya and Uganda have strict anti-gay laws among...
#PowerOfWords
#prose
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Finds solace
Who is unable to swing wide the door,
Finds solace by the window's perch,
The door to reality, firmly locked,
Encased within the shackles of sadness.
Every attempt to unlock it brings pain,
A searing ache of disappointment and parting,
Thus, I chose to take a leap of faith,
Through the window of letters, I soared. ...
Finds solace by the window's perch,
The door to reality, firmly locked,
Encased within the shackles of sadness.
Every attempt to unlock it brings pain,
A searing ache of disappointment and parting,
Thus, I chose to take a leap of faith,
Through the window of letters, I soared. ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
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My old poetry
In the depths of my old poetry,
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
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Bipolar Dysfunctional Tango
Please readers, copy paste and listen
while reading thanks 🙂 Echo: Jason Walker
https://youtube.com/watch?v=AT7UQhWYWek
Im damaged…
I threw my mental illness
out the window
I never truly believed
I was sick, ...
while reading thanks 🙂 Echo: Jason Walker
https://youtube.com/watch?v=AT7UQhWYWek
Im damaged…
I threw my mental illness
out the window
I never truly believed
I was sick, ...
#PowerOfWords
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SOME WORDS (7-8-2010, Palm Springs, California)
some words dewdrops
some words stone
some words blood
tears sweat
and bone
some words open
some words close
some words moonlight
some words sun
some words drizzle
drought or flood
some words body
some words mind
some words spirit
soul heart or tongue
some words spoken
some words thought ...
some words stone
some words blood
tears sweat
and bone
some words open
some words close
some words moonlight
some words sun
some words drizzle
drought or flood
some words body
some words mind
some words spirit
soul heart or tongue
some words spoken
some words thought ...
#mirror
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#SelfReflection
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OF DUSTED DREAMS UNDONE (4-24-2022, 21:30am, Palm Springs, California)
on waking every morning
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#reading
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Every vowel my favorite vowel (a phonetic exploration)
ʌ/:
Every nut is my favorite nut.
Every cut my favorite cut.
Every rut my favorite rut.
Every but(t) my favorite but(t).
Every strut my favorite strut.
And every glut my favorite glut.
/aː/
Every park is my favorite park.
Every dark my favorite dark.
Every heart my favorite heart.
Every snark my favorite snark.
Every lark my favorite lark.
And every bark my favorite bark.
/æ/:
Every bath is my favorite bath.
Every laugh my favorite laugh.
Every gaffe my favorite gaffe....
Every nut is my favorite nut.
Every cut my favorite cut.
Every rut my favorite rut.
Every but(t) my favorite but(t).
Every strut my favorite strut.
And every glut my favorite glut.
/aː/
Every park is my favorite park.
Every dark my favorite dark.
Every heart my favorite heart.
Every snark my favorite snark.
Every lark my favorite lark.
And every bark my favorite bark.
/æ/:
Every bath is my favorite bath.
Every laugh my favorite laugh.
Every gaffe my favorite gaffe....
#music
#PowerOfWords
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About the Power Of Words