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Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


Details | Verse | |

My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. 
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. 
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. 
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.







Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Classicism | |

nostalgia

After working day long, was relaxing mind and soul
With a beautiful song.it  took away all the  troubles
Out of me.
As I was gazing around,my eyes caught the  glimpse
Of a bright colored book.
 Ah!! After a long hiatus,I saw the book.
it filled me up with nostalgia.
          It was my diary ,a vault of my wonderful memories
          Of good and bad.
Opened the book ,saw all the poems
Written  when I was young.
        Sweet music  was being played in the heart,
Read all those poems .
There was one unfinished poem looking 
         Sadly at me,saying ,give me a beautiful ending.
Ran my fingers over the pages,
Which was my savior from unrest .
                   This busy life made me forget the treasure
Trove of poems and passion.
       The poem got me time travel and 
I watched and enjoyed those bygone moments.
A poem about feelings which are unsaid
But still hold so strong in the heart.
              The poem got its beautiful end,
               it taught me that feelings are to be expressed
and they still linger in the heart,the 
person goes away from us.
           Its not that feelings are dead and
           Heart had dried up,they blossom like
            A flower every time whenever the 
Cross our minds and make us
Relish  those wonderful moments.
Tears rolled down my cheeks 
Of content and happiness.


Details | Personification | |

Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”


Details | Quatern | |

ESSENCE AND THE ARTIST'S HEART

Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...
She'd left her mark on many hearts,
With soft spoken words she controlled...
Refined beauty ne'er to depart...

He looked upon this beautiful face,
Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...
He thought that time had slowed its pace
She heard his thoughts and took control...

Dressed in lace she had caught his gaze
The initiative would be hers...
Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...
This left his head spinning for days.

Have her he must, this beautiful thing
Possibilities un-foretold....
Essence was caught in his paintings
Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Clerihew | |

My only good poetry

While preparing 1001 soups
For the last night of this year
        I wrote a poem,
My only good poetry, ready to win the 1st Prize;
But I dropped it in…Soup.


Details | Free verse | |

Rivers That Flow

Hands anastomose, 
bifurcating the rivers that flow.


Details | Epic | |

Southern Belles

When it comes to making friends from the South, it's like everybody's welcomed in their
communities. But when it comes to being with a bunch of attractive Southern belles, that's
so awesome. she's got plenty of style and a lot of beauty to have blossomed. A Southern
belle is as attractive and beautiful as any other woman in America, especially that of a
white-Caucasian girl from the West coast or the Midwest or any other girl possible. What's so great about these
Southern belles is that of her soft skin and her beautiful smile. And if this Southern
belle was a blonde or a brunette, I'd tell her how awesome she looks and I'd declare my
love for her. These Southern belles have made the south very interesting and it makes a
guy wanting to go down there to have been with her. Of course these belles are religious
and whatnot, but that doesn't stop us guys from telling them how beautiful they look,
trying to impress these girls from the South. And when dating a beautiful Southern belle,
it's like going to a Sadie Hawkins dance in either Birmingham, Alabama, Biloxi,
Mississippi, Savannah, Georgia, or Cameron, North Carolina. Everybody's going to get a lot
of Southern hospitality in these parts of America and the city guys and the country girls
will be having one heck of a good time. It seems that the young women from the South
really have a thing for us city guys and stuff. And for when I begin to date a Caucasian
Southern girl, it will be like love at first sight. Not only do most guys each have a
thing for a bunch of attractive Southern girls, I also have a thing for Southern girls,
especially the ones from Alabama, Louisiana, Missouri, and Tennessee. Now I know why I love all beautiful,
attractive Southern girls; they're beautiful and pretty, especially that of a bleach
blonde belle. And if this relationship works out with a Southern belle, that would be
great for us city guys.


Details | Questionku | |

People-verses

People-verses
If written by God,
Why lost rhyme, measure?


Details | ABC | |

Treasure Trove

After working day long, was relaxing mind and soul With a beautiful song.

 gazing around,my eyes caught the  glimpse Of a bright colored book.

It was my diary ,a vault of wonderful memories Of good and bad.

 Sweet music  was being played in the heart,when i saw  one unfinished poem looking 

Sadly at me,saying ,give me a beautiful ending.
      
A poem,which is treasure trove  of unsaid feelings ,but still hold so strong in the heart.

 The poem got its beautiful end,and feelings still linger in the heart,even when the 
person goes away from us.

Its not that feelings are dead and Heart had dried up,they blossom like a flower

every time whenever they Cross our minds and make us relish  those wonderful moments.

Tears rolled down my cheeks Of content and happiness.



Details | Couplet | |

Flying With The Birds

If I were to believe in you, would you believe in me?
If everything that I promised you actually came to be

If I were a beautiful rainbow, a reflection in the sky
Formed by the rays of light as your tears you cried

Sweetheart I am just a simple man with a complex plight
My blessing is you’re here with me, as this quest I fight

Sweetheart you know I’m a warrior, though I live like a ghost
I fight and write living my plight, inside the belly of the host

From shore to shore, a forever war, that will never end
Just today I got the word the host has taken another friend

Another soul another goal of course another wasted life
God I am a lucky man to have become one with my wife

Pains insane it shreds my brain and tears my heart into
I’m left here asking myself, “Was there anything I could do”

I have to write a eulogy though I just don’t know what to say
Here is a soul, another hole, for someone who lost his way 

Sobriety is really great but at times it is truly rather hard
You watch them take another friend and plant him in the yard

Another smoke, another joke another party has reached its end
Here I sit in a spiritual pit feeling totally lost about my friend

I hope someday someone reads what I say, takes another course
Pass on doing that shot, love it or not, death upon the black tar horse

So I shall write my Eulogy falling to pieces about my friend
Who made fun of the man I turned out to be, until the very end

But that’s ok it was just his way, right up until the day he died
The one true light shinning bright, lives inside of you and I

So will all of you join with me let your spirits pen my words
About a beautiful soul, who found his goal, flying with the birds


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Very few people in this life that I love enough to let make fun
of the changes I made in my life. Addiction (The Host) took 6
friends in 2007, 5 in 2008 and this is the first in 2009. He didn't
overdose he was shot a couple of days ago in Chico, Ca during
a home invasion robbery over his heroin debt. I used to always
pay his debts when it reached this point with bags of Meth. This
time I couldn't go there for him and now he is dead. This is my
life, my gift and my curse. God Bless you all, mj


Details | Romanticism | |

Loving A Bleach Blonde White Girl

Loving a bleach blonde white girl will be the best thing that has ever happened to me. My love for a white girl will always be stronger than ever. It seems that I've got real feelings for this girl. The fact that day in and day out, for the rest of my life, the only thing I want to tell this white girl is that I really love her. Looking into the eyes of this beautiful, attractive white girl is like looking at a pair of priceless gems or expensive diamonds worth $385,000. And when I look at her face, it's like looking at a beautiful angel right in the eyes. When it comes to loving a bleach blonde white girl, I want to be her black knight and shining armor. And when it comes to falling so seriously in love with a white girl, I must protect her from real danger, especially that of a bunch of womanizing jerks. Not only do I not want this beautiful white girl to go through any more drama in her life, I don't want to break her heart, either. Right now, I see this white girl as my best friend, my would-be, possible girlfriend, my future wife, and the mother of my children. If this beautiful white girl had a nicer, gentler black guy like me in her life, I promise not to ever cheat on her with any other girl, even if she's as attractive as this girl is. I don't want her beauty to go to waste. And if me and this white girl were to be together and stay as a loving couple for the rest of our lives, that would be great for the both of us.


Details | Free verse | |

Golden Wings

Pure hearts unite
to metamorphose wings
and completely dance golden.


Details | Couplet | |

My calling

I love to go searching for blank journal books
A beautiful cover and I’m instantly hooked

Like it’s calling to me, to fill it with ink
To unload on it all the thinks I can think

Do you like blue pens or black?
I like blue as a matter of fact

Seeing the strokes of a blue pen on white
Is like watching my poetry come alive

A sense of accomplishment zings through me
A sense of pride, exhilarating…

Because I know it is mine, and mine alone
Unique to me, not to be cloned

I may not ever be in the writer’s hall of fame
I doubt that anyone recognizes my name

But that beautiful book will become part of me
I can hear it now; it’s already calling…

Feed me
Your poetry


11/6/11


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

For The Sake of Poetry

That feeling you get,
When it rains & you 
wet,
that feeling you feel,
when you want to write
but you want to give up
cuz nothing  at all
is good enough not at 
all
to be put on that sheet 
of paper.

That feeling you get,
when no word in your 
poem,
Brings about a 
beautiful rhyme,
staying up late,
like you got late
for a date,
and its too late,
to go back and not be 
late,
so you stay up late,
like trying to fix a 
broken past,
it's impossible like you cant 
count dust
its impossible it's past
its gone it is past.

staying up late
for the sake of paper 
and pen,
for the sake of poetry,
just to write and feel it,
that sense of 
accomplishment,
that you are a poet too,
Like those great poets 
you read of.

Staying up late,
for the sake of Poetry.


Details | Questionku | |

Dying poem

Written at dawn,
The word became verse.
Can we dye as poem?


Details | Quatrain | |

Midnight Lullaby

“I just can’t sleep,” I wrote one night
“My poor heart just longs for you”
“Sleep, my dearest; I’ll hold you tight
And kiss you the whole night through.”

And though he was worlds away
I felt his presence so near
The comfort of his arms was mine
What more had I now to fear?

Those tiny lines my lullaby
They caressed me through the night
Though sleep did not touch my eyes
My heart was illumined with light

How comforting to surely know
That he could embrace my soul
And quiet down my beating heart
With words that made me whole

I read again each little line
And saw his love written there
All alone in that dark night 
I was cradled by his care

Midnight lullabies are sweet
They are angels from above
They are ever more the dear
For they are written in love

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Do you like my raven eyes

As I walked down the street 
this morning 
I tried to be polite and inconspicuous 
You stare into my eyes; 
My brown eyes speak louder than my 
Husky voice ever will 

What are you looking for? 
Do you liked what you see 
Pain, shame or a sense of connection 
Love, nowhere to be found 
It ruthless, it vanishes, it disappoint 
By now us all know the stories 
Of lost-love, 

It begin with a smile 
A kiss, a warm embrace, 
Then tear and fears 
Do you love the raven in my eyes 
Sorry stranger! 
I paid my tithes, 

However, 

I lost my loves 
Caw, caw, caw! 
Do you love the raven in my eyes


Details | Haiku | |

Butterfly Words Haiku Medley

The word butterflies
Flitting past the paper net 
Illusive to me

I open my heart
Showing them my thought flowers
Enticing them in

I catch every one
Feed them from my soul’s nectar
They fly now to you.

Open your heart wide
Give home to my butterflies
My love’s on their wings

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

THE POWER THAT I HAVE

THE POWER THAT I HAVE NO ONE CAN TAKE OR HAVE.

THE POWER THAT MY MIND HAS IS TO POWERFUL TO FIND OUT.

THE POWER THAT MY MOUTH HAS IT COULD HURT YOU OR IT COULD BLESS YOU IT DEPENDS ON HOW YOU STEP TO ME OR SAY SOMETHING TO ME.

THE POWER OF MY THINKING IS VERY DEEP AND VERY SOLD.

THE POWER OF HOW WRITE MY POEMS IT COME FROM MY MIND MY SPRIT MY SOUL AND HEART NOW YOU ADD ALL THAT UP AND SEE WHAT YOU CAN DISCOVER IN YOUR SELF.

IT NO OTHER POWER YOU CAN DISCOVER FROM ONE ELSE BUT YOUR SELF.

THE POWER THAT I HAVE IT IS IN ME.


Details | Free verse | |

A Cup of Tea

stepping out into the open air 
i feel a course of light running through my veins 
the sky, the sun, the grass 
some things never change 
and i pray they never will 

underneath this tree i built 
i gather from the shade 
a sense of belonging for what it's worth 
i could never taste the touch of your lips 
or the incessant nudge of a friend's reality 
but i can just as well sit here 
and become the earth again 

it's just me now 
and that's okay 

i take a trip up the countryside 
my jacket across my shoulder 
waving to any passers-by 
it's not as lonely when everyone knows you 
i find a diner off the side of the road 
and stop in for a drink 
i sit alone in the farthest corner 
and ask the waitress for a pen 
she obliges but she wants it back 
then asks me what i'd like 

just a cup of tea 

i pull a napkin closer in 
and write what i see/feel now 
the sun reflecting off the window 
and the glare in my glasses blinding me 
it's beautiful out there 
and it makes me wonder 
how much more beautiful it might be with you 

but it's just me now 
and a cup of tea 


Details | I do not know? | |

Writers BLOCK

Its sides are solid
               6 sides
    Hollow, but within
                         I sit
Tapping my pen
               6 sides 
crumbling this paper
            piece of paper 



                      Staring 
at me and
               6 sides 
     screaming blank
Lines begging to hold
                   words
      words 
              my words
                6 sides 
This is built 
              with
                6 sides 
trapping many 
     many writers trapped 
              within 
                6 sides 
   these solid sides 
Although hollow inside 
                    you sit

Damn 
        tapping this pen 
against these
                6 sides 
    Until
              They  
                        Fall
And 
          All 
                  These
                               Thoughts 
come
  pouring 
            in     and words 
                          form beautiful 
                        beautiful words
                  they  form 
                               into 
SOMETHING at last
               No
                 6 sides 
      trapping us 
                     inside  


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Teenage Love 19: 2010-present

When it comes to young love, it's a beautiful thing for young people from around the world. 
And when it comes to teen boys and teen girls falling in love with each other since the day they 
met, it's like fireworks popping in the sky. Their moms and dads are either happy about it or 
inapproving or whatever. It seems to everybody that most relationships among all teenagers 
might even last to either 72 hours or a lifetime. That's a really long time, but then, if these two 
young lovebirds want to stay together, even until their high school reunions, then that's fine. 
Sometimes love will make young men and/or young women do some silly things or whatever, 
but love doesn't; it's just an emotional feeling for teen boys and teen girls combined. Their 
parents (the moms and the dads) should also know what their lives were like when they were 
teenagers, especially since the day they fell in love with each other. Young love has 
revolutionized the year 2010 and it'll revolutionize the future of all of the would-be teen 
couples. This is starting to get very interesting. It looks like the junior/senior high school years 
will be with all of the wound-be-then teen love birds for the rest of their natural lives. All 
relationships among all young people will not just continue to increase every single day, but no 
matter what the circumstances of young relationships or whaterer, it'll seem that day in and 
day out, all of the young lovers (all teen boys and all teen girls) will always have love for each 
other, and their parents are very happy about it. And if young love continues to grow and grow 
by the time the year 2025 arrives, there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.


Details | Free verse | |

Oregon

can I report on a story
tell a tale of thy hills
relate to a beautiful river
help you imagine the green fields

This is Bob Blankinship reporting
to you live in the lush mountains 
of one of the most beautiful places in
the world , the beautiful state of
Oregon. I believe that poet Rick Parise
has capture the serene beauty of this 
breathe taking wonderland with
a simple but beautiful poem entitled
"Pure Life" This is how it goes,
_______________________________________________

onward through the hills of a pleasant dream
I push forward to reach the waters of a pulsing love
surrounded in great vastness air so crisp and visions alive
I knee at the waters edge to sip pure life...
_______________________________________________
Words cannot describe the beauty here in Oregon
If you want to experience this beauty for yourself , just jump in the car take a ride of your life , "pure life" that is !!
Bill Blankinship reporting , blessings to all , goodnight!



Details | Elegy | |

When I Die

When I Die
Let the angels sing
Let the sunshine turn into rain

When I Die
Don't shed a tear
I shall be in the 
heavens above

When I Die
Meet me there
Its the beautiful place
that you'll see called Heaven

When I Die 
Nothing will do me no harm
The bad days are gone by
No more weeping eyes
No more mistakes 
No more going through
the pain that ache me

When I Die
God has set my soul free
Now I am free
My life will never be the same
my soul had gotten weak, wasn't able to move

When I Die
Now I will be able to live the perfect life
I always wanted to live
Now here is the peace
for me where I lay my weaken body

When I Die
My eyes will be close 
But never forgetting who I was 
Where I came from
Never forgetting the loved ones 
Family, friends, and enemies
No matter who you were
I still loved you
Nver forgetting who you are

When I Die
As each day passes by
surely I'll miss you 
Maybe you'll miss me too
Don't always come teary eyed
Remember who you are
And the special things that God will have for you

When I Die
Now I will become a beautiful angel
Pray for you above
each and everyday

When I Die
I will be waiting on you
In that special place above
where its called Heaven

When I Die
When I Die


Details | Quatrain | |

Internal Beauty

Oh beautiful one
on the verge of the brink
on the rim of believing
you're oh what you think
Oh beautiful one
to declare delicate
all the virtue you have 
in integrity set
Oh beautiful one
don't be so eclipsed
by the shadow of words
that you hold on your hips
Oh beautiful one
you render and shine
with a thought which emerged
quite unique in design
Oh beautiful one
your wishes are true
on the verge of the brink
this reflection is you...


Details | Ballad | |

IN MY SHED

When colours of leaves turn
From green to red
They exist on a page
In a land I call my own
In my shed

I soared like an eagle
Above mountains and scree
Travelled on ships of wood
Saw many beautiful things
All of it...
Made by me

Trees and castles
Queens and Kings
Faeries too
I saw so many stars
Of every colour and and hue

Upon a page
I felt such angst
The heart bled
The words healed part of me
The rest.....
I let it be
In my shed

The shape of words,
and their meanings
What it does to me
On the pages of my mind
I am set free

In my shed
I can be
Anything
All is written
Nothing said...

A myriad stars
Inhabit my shed
The soft colours of Autumn
Come forth
From inside my head

I dreamt of so much
A beautiful thing too
To be nurtured 
Given flight
For, in my shed
I grew...
In the magic of words
From inside my head


Details | I do not know? | |

Beauty

Beauty is expressed in the rawest sense of the word
It’s what you see when other’s can’t see
So they call it absurd
Beautiful expresses the quantity
Full of beauty
While beauty expresses the quality
Many love my beautiful words
That slides off of my tongue frolic ally
Some are ignorant to beauty
But just because one’s a cutie with booty
Don’t mean they have beauty
Beauty is more internal than external
It’s abstractly visible
But along with beauty are
Guidelines and principles
To maintain the quantity and quality
Of such a praised appearance
But stress like mildew and ugly dirt
Try to run interference
Beauty is not just an abstract quality
It’s also a goal
Beauty exists in youth
But blossoms when we get old 
In beauty are many things
But no technicalities
Beauty is deeper than looks 
It also includes personalities
My poetry is beautiful in text and substance
One’s who are beautiful are usually modest
They are blind to themselves
But I am just being honest
When I say you are beautiful
So full of beauty
And that’s the beauty of it
…just being so beautiful!!!!!