343
A tragic event 24 years ago.
A picture can say 1,000 words.
In memory of those we lost.
Time has passed, we have not forgotten.
How could this happen?
Survive and move on.
343 and the brave.
In honor till this day.
A hijack in the sky.
Two planes crash in sight.
This will change our lives forever.
So many worked in the Twin Towers.
I just wanted to say thank you.
For our firefighters that day at our Nation Capital.
New York is home for many.
Stand with us while the terrorist bleeds.
Stand strong into tomorrow.
Honor them in a memorial. (2006)
Never forget that morning.
Unite this country in new beginnings.
Raise up our colors.
Red, white and blue for our brothers.
343
A tragic event 23 years ago.
A picture can say 1,000 words.
In memory of those we lost.
Time has passed, we have not forgotten.
How could this happen?
Survive and move on.
343 and the brave.
In honor till this day.
A hijack in the sky.
Two planes crash in sight.
This will change our lives forever.
So many worked in the Twin Towers.
I just wanted to say thank you.
For our firefighters that day at our Nation Capital.
New York is home for many.
Stand with us while the terrorist bleeds.
Stand strong into tomorrow.
Honor them in a memorial. (2006)
Never forget that morning.
Unite this country in new beginnings.
Raise up our colors.
Red, white and blue for our brothers.
Who is throwing at fans
is it the spinning fans
Or like beliebers
What if it’s a picture of 1000 words
What’s slack and why are you cutting it
the. hang re they get better
Do contortionist really try to help
I sat on a globe didn’t feel any happier
Are pots racist to kettles
What if you are on one of the other eight clouds
Who are these people hitting books, roads, bottles and sacks
All those years hitting nails on the side
The li r nes
………..e
………..a
………..d
I’m selling broken puppets no strings attached
Got chased by some geese it was wild
you say I am a poet
I tell you I am nothing
you say I craft words
I tell you I build nothing
you look confused
imagine how I feel
that with a mere smile
the raise of an eyebrow
you push the words
right onto me
that's right
don't you see now
I am your paper
you are 1000 words
waiting to be written
100 feelings
waiting to be had
I lay myself bare to you
an empty page
just awaiting the
spill of your ink.
©SamHarty
They say a picture Is worth a 1000 words?
A picture is multiple complex ideas that can be conveyed by single still images,
However, a picture does not capture someone's inner essence or uncover ones hidden encryptions, it has limits.
Like I cannot smell your scent through a still image, or see that glint, that sparkle in your eyes,
It doesn't talk to me like you did, or laugh with me like you did, or even at me like you did, many times,
I can't hear your voice through a picture, it's just pixelated colour of memories, good, old, past, times,
But it doesn't capture a true uninstructed smile you'd give a real smile from ear to ear from time to time,
It doesn't capture the little unprovoked annoyingly annoying things you'd do little things that just made you, you
A picture may well be worth 1000 wonderouse words but I'd trade every single one to see you the whole of you.
Even if it was for just one last time, and I'd snap a selfie still because if I can't have you a picture will just have to do.
A language more dense than water
Your irregular verbs forever dance
and verb negations are plus hard
my oi from ai pronunciation is oil skewed
A bill of learning strolling
into self doubt
sdtx not pronounced
but there are exceptions
your silent H is like an angry chore
the juxtaposition of possession alarms
Your false friends laugh high five
but I'm told we still have a 1000 words
borrowed from French
altogether a curates egg I'm afraid
The picture worth 1000 words
is priced only one way
Its value screaming
—until eyes close
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
The picture worth 1000 words
is priced only one way
Its value screaming
—until eyes close
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Sweet as honey from the hive
Warm as the hearth on cold winters night
Bright as the sun of a new day
Cheerful as the song of a bird in flight
Strong as the blade of a swordsman posed to strike
Steady as the north star at night
Soft as a kitten's coat
Beautiful as the northern light
Gentle as a babbling brook
Playful as a puppy at her best
Pure as the new fallen snow
Peaceful as a babe at mother's breast
It can comfort when your in pain
It can make you happy when you are gray
It can tell the tale of 1000 words
It can be the perfect end to a long stressful day
It could be noticed in media networks
either on television or newspapers,
how some writers document issues
with scores of errors or buthered grammar.
A literature in a hurry, a scripted discourse,
it’s what many demonstrate clearly
both in written and oral communication;
a powerful medium with a sense of liberation.
A ubiquitous voice, everywhere in this land,
its tapestry gets stronger in its own groove;
like those commentators or byliners,
able to articulate their own opinions.
But certain things in different settings
how those people speak with humor
at times make blunders wafting across
the growing audience and readers.
They say a picture is worth 1,000 words,
that exemplifies a reality in action;
as an instruction from the Lord
this Hebrew word from Zechariah’s book -
Dabru emet : speak the truth.
My friend
The brine that stains my will
Searching
For your warmth to end my chill
And then I find
Through reminders
Indifference is worse than hate
A picture couldn’t say enough
1,000 words too late
Why
Do I continue to remain?
The high
Has evolved into pain
A source I loved
My skies above
Are obscured by your face
Your eyes twinkle like the stars
Deny me a taste
Everything so silent
In a league of her own so vibrant
She sits across from me
An angel in human form for me
Her glasses enhance my soul to see
She looks straight through to the truth.........
Trying to keep it clean but my eyes read dirty
Lookin purposely at a lady so worthy
Down time i down play the scene to get the mood right
Just to make her smile so i know that she liked
Times up she stands and walks away
Stops turns and looks in silence
But....1000 words were said
The stoke of the keys
on my skin,
the rush of 1,000 words
coming from deep within.
Not many minds are
creative like this,
not many people
write work that they
could kiss.
Poetry works in
so many ways,
but only some people
can see it,
usually, it's stuck
in a haze.
The world hides poets
in closets or disguise,
because most people can't
understand the words,
unless they see it
from a poet's eyes.
Most poems are beautiful,
every thought so real,
reading your own work,
it's just so amazing
how you feel.
Poetry is my passion,
and forever it will always be,
it's such a burning desire
that I want the whole
world to see.
ill surrender to fate...
because i cant fight for the both of us;
and i wont fight if you dont have enough love to be here.
im guessing all those times that 'i love you'
reached the tip of our tounges
but never made its way out
was gods way of saying "no, this wasnt meant to be."
but, i did not doubt my love for you...
i just was not able to receive the same love in return...
and that hurt like hell, no touch of heaven in sight.
your last words to me were that...
you have always wanted to be in two places at once.
you walked away not knowing
your place on the face of this heart
and my heart.
now, i hate myself for having cared too much
and i want to hate you for not caring enough.
if somebody could please open these eyes to the truth...
because they have been blinded by your deceptions.
even if it seems to me that nobody in this world
could successfully change my new perceptions.
love is love, but without a definition to me anymore.
i am who i be, but without you.
whats this heart for ?
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