Best Visionarywords Poems
To make a word mean something new,
With some uniqueness -
O what genius!
These words are washed of all their color
Black and white, lo, gray
With boredom.
So what’s left to write about,
When words mean nothing more today
Than they did one thousand yesterdays,
Where lyrics sung like gentle sparrows
Lifted on a feathered wing
To heights I dare not envy -
O such jealousy I carry!
What utterance can be invented
That will strike a brand new language in me?
Woe, to have just one new word
To write across the clearest sky…
Mark, until it breaks through mundane clouds,
I call upon a devil’s darn to sew my lips -
Until righteous words rain down from heaven
Where I shall taste sweet nectar of fresh letters
Falling into gorgeous arrangements
On crisp white sheets.
My Inspiration, My Only Beloved, My Most Dearest WIFE
Fellow POETS' Masterpiece Laureates of Poetry LENORE ELLEN : Laureate
Each Stanza THEY WRITE Poetic Knowledge With POETIC LOVE
Bringing Memories Yesteryear POETS Living in Our HEARTS
From the Future, to the Past They INSPIRE all of Our POEMS Fellow POETS' words of Life
EMOTIONS of LOVE FEELINGS ; I DON'T KNOW Penned For History
UNCONDITIONAL ANSWERS : Created With Feathered QUILLED Pen
Education and Learning FOR ALL the Future POETS Write SALUTATIONS TO THEM
POETRY IS Life Rhyme : withstands all TIME Write with HEART AND SOUL
Inspired By and Dedicated To Laura Mckenzie Author Notes ; Read Top to Botom Left to
Right. Read each Horizonal line Left to Right Example line one all three Senryu
My Inspiration, My Only Beloved, My Most Dearest WIFE Also Read Capital Words in the 3
Horizontal Senryu Example : WIFE POETS' LENORE ELLEN ; THEY WRITE POETIC LOVE
As I walk down my chosen path.
I enjoy life, I eat, I dance, and I laugh.
With a little time and patience.
I hope and pray for God's guidance.
I know that I have truly been blessed.
My trials and tribulations in life I know they are my test.
Always having little thoughts of hope
I constantly keep a little change in slope.
No matter how hard it is, you must believe in all you do
Just work hard at it and soon you'll make it through.
As a bird soar in the sky,
You've got to let your dreams fly high,
For you are special in God's eyes and can make it through your days
That’s why we have to pray.
Every day I maintain a positive attitude
To spend sometime in solitude
I only speak words of affirmation
Daily I pray for everyone in this nation.
With hope in my heart and dreams in my eyes.
Through God’s love and his words I aim to become noble and wise.
Inscribe it all down
Just read it do not make a sound
Leave nothing behind
Poetry is the world of creative minds
Some words quite short-lived
Support and respect is what you need to give
Poets are possessed of senses
That allowed them to perceive
Read it with a thoughtful mind and you will receive
For tomorrow is never yesterday
Far beyond what words can say
Or any eyes could see
Keep reading just do not believe me
We have perception and knowledge
That is what makes us skilled and polished
Like water the words flow
Very gifted as a prophet as well;
Friend to Gods and heroes,
With so many tales to tell?
I do not depend on man’s well-being or material prosperity
It is like trying to cure the outward symptoms and neglect the main cause of the malady
Poetry is generally viewed as the look of human joys and sorrows
I will always put pen to paper whether it is today or tomorrow
Poetry has reached a higher level of consciousness and inspiration
There is no other explanation
It renovates a satisfying experience and delights
That is why I love to write
Question - - -
Is the Internet eroding our attention span?
Carr wrote an essay; who’d he think would read it
Over 500 words, I’d have to concede it
Intrigued me at first; caught my attention
He’d use that many words simply to mention
That the hard-wired brain of the typical man
Typically has the attention span
Of three minutes or less when watching a scene
Or three paragraphs read, you know what I mean
He used too many words to get it across
Our reading ability has come at a loss
We’ve come to a point where we think it divine
To channel-surf TV while searching on line
We get snippets of this and snippets of that
And that my dear friends is where our brains are at
And even this poem, though it is shorter than most
We all can agree is a little verbose
And to tell you the truth, Carr’s lengthy essay
Was too long to read through on this busy day
I read a few lines in a section or two
Then stopped to write this, his perception is true
He lost my attention with so many words
My recommendation – cut it down by two thirds
Or better yet – make this an attraction
Draw a funny cartoon with your thoughts in the caption!
Mdailey Placed 7th in the contest
Nicholas G. Carr (born 1959) is an American writer who has published books and
articles on technology, business, and culture. His rather lengthy essay on what the
internet is doing to our brains in the Atlantic Monthly has been debated hither and
yon across the blogging community.
I paint pictures like Davinci-Close your eyes and see the visual picture
I speak from the soul like 'Pac- can you see my visual scriptures
like Picasso- I paint pictures too
it's life in the words I speak- it's life in my literature
I put detail in my art like Pollock do
and some may read this- and think of it as being taboo
yet through my words you can picture my soul like Gordon Parks
I speak from my pen like Alex Haley speak from the heart
i'm like Vango and Monet- difference is- some will follow the G.E.N.E.R.A.L.'s Sonnet
if you want to find me- then through my words you should start
from my soul- to your heart-through my words- you bind it
from my words-the power- like Maya Angelou's you find it
if I overstand- then maybe you understand- my words have no cost
my words are art-I tell you-I teach you- like i'm Ross
my words are as a mural-Wyland- my soul is the sea
travel with me through word in my soul- you may get lost
yet you visualize-you'll see apart of me
'Pac-Alex Haley-Langston Hughes-Maya Angelou-Shakspeare-is art to me
my words is art-and no!-i'm not budging
like Micheal Angelo's painting "The Last Judgement"
-G.E.N.E.R.A.L.
Saw the prints so there I track
Standing here on the edge of the crack
An alarming abyss and no turning back
Peeking around in deep dark places
There to find small little traces
Of successes in life and all the disgraces
There laid before me in my hand
Not even a mere speck of sand
Among the scheme of things so grand
Soaring so high up and away
Clearer there the light of day
Watching in wonder the superlative display
Climbing up on wings to take a ride
Naked and leaving behind all aside
With no reason at all or desire to hide
No words invented could ever convey
The visions there that come my way
As I sit and ponder my thoughts today
Some are good and some are bad
Then of those that make me sad
And of course so very happy and glad
If wanting to sing while walking along
Don't track in the dark places for much too long
And never try to create your own words to the song
Bad things can happen along the while
But upon my face I want to wear a smile
As I travel along that last crooked mile
There's many speeches made upon the battlefield of life
And much advice both wise and otherwise
There's words to spur us on to overcome all sorts of strife
Some honest truths and some just hopeful lies.
The pep talk to build up the team so they go out and win;
The mantras found in simple battle cries;
The politics of power delivered with an extra spin;
The prophets' words reduced to sermon size;
The burning words of hatred that can send a man to kill
To light the fire that must be quenched with blood;
The prophecies long written that the blind seek to fulfil;
The word that lifts the fallen from the mud.
The lovers speak in whispers in the darkness of the night
And plight to each their troth in sickly verse
And the righteous lift up their voice to praise God, good and right
And hide the fact that they do something worse.
But if there is humanity and sanity to keep
The world needs stupid poems about sheep.
Through my eyes
I see a world laid before me.
A world of color
where many is looked at
but less is seen.
My “eyes” would see the world,
but the world would see only “me”.
I wonder what the world would see
if they looked in my eyes instead…
Would it be the same image they see in “me”?
I maybe in pain,
but I may cast a smile
to the world outside.
They will see only my laughter,
but not the fire of agony
burning in my eyes.
I may have committed crime,
and maybe helpless though I regret it.
I may play an act of innocence
trying to believe it never happened,
in the effort of starting a new life.
But, the guilt in my eyes
would give the final verdict
which the world would not know
unless they seek the truth in my eyes.
I may sympathies.
But, my words may express
very little to be heard.
But, the world will not see
the kindness in my eyes.
Since, the words spoken by the eyes
are meant to be felt,
not to be heard.
They; the world may look at my eyes
But, may fail to look into my eyes.
Amongst them all
you and I may have passed by a many times,
but, the moment our eyes meet –
what is it that I see?
Not a world of color
like I have been looking at before..
But, if not for color, how can I see?
Now I come to realize
that what I see is a world beyond my sight;
a world of thought and imagination.
What is it I see in your eyes?
Trust? love? hatred? sympathy? or depression?
You may wonder the same.
But, this moment of eye contact
would unknowingly provide the answer,
taking us away from this world
to the deepest depth of the world of thought
behind our eyes.
But, with one blink
we shall come down to earth again-
We have not spoken a word,
but have communicated a silent message
of a million words.
As the eyes express suppressed words
which are longed to be spoken.
After this moment
I shall look back and walk away,
taking with me the memory
of the look in your eyes.
I know not whether we shall meet again.
But, we share a moment that will last till the end;
a journey to a world beyond our sight…
- Kushalee Jayawickreme -
as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon
da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet
attached cord
was my mighty sword
words of disgrace
embedded in my taste
drug of ill fath
served on my plate
you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries
I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud
now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo
as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too
Tribute To The Unborn
Entery For
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All
Music Man
He says he’s the entertainer, so confident, so secure
When you gaze into his deep blue eyes you sense something more
As he walks through the crowd they all know his name
But he’s not looking for the glory and the fame
He has an old soul that was so easy to recognize
But he plays in a world so full of plastic and lies
He’s above the game they play, he’s so sincere
He’s got a wild spirit with no fear
He loves the fire but his heart is warm and true
And his piercing blue eyes look right through you
He’s the music in me
He’s the rhythm and melody
His words help me see the beauty in me
He’s Hollywood, if I could
But I never would
He’s Palm Beach, just a little out of reach
He’s words to a song
This can’t be wrong
He’s my Music Man
He’s a song that has never been sung
He’s an old soul with a spirit young
He’s a shooting star
A flaming guitar
He’s everyone you wish you could be
He’s living and dying to be free
He’s the Music Man
He’s the Music in me
I lay here and my thoughts are of this woman I dream.
The one that holds destiny's love in her hand.
The one my heart beats of nothing but hard thumps and blood pounding vain
I feel my muscles tritch.
She is all to which makes me happy.
Her smile, her bod, the way she looks at me with them eyes.
Enough to drive a man wildly insane.
It is there love is as two loves one another.
That of the peace and over whelming erge just to go crazy out one's mind.
It's there true love exsist in my heart as I hold her near.
Feeling that of her naked skin lye next to mine.
That of her sensurious curves I feel as my hands run wild.
That of the softness of her voice I hear even with eyes close she speaks no words.
Its just the impact she has left that I know she is there.
It was the words I love you in return I heard.
That to which touch so deeply my soul bleeds in tears.
It was there I knew love was as she shared her heart and passion in them
moments of intimatecy.
It was there I knew I had found my true love I long search for.
That of sweet kisses and a pure touch of a womans hand.
It was there I knew she care because them three words arent easy to say.
But there it lays!
I love you even through hard times with all my heart.
Because it's you that makes me feel free as my mind wonders in amaze.
Just that of having you struck me hard.
That it just took little while to grasp.
That everyday is non changing in my feelings for you.
Because everyday I feel like I love you even more.
To know you, would be to love you in the nights as the stars light the heavens.
But to be beside you, i would have found one to love like heaven.
I want to hold you tight, as I feel I can't get close enough to love you enough.
It is the heart to which we live to fulfill as we search for things which are real.
It is our soul to which the heart controls when we feel lonely and cold inside.
That of love on a hunt as we search for that of our soul mate for life.
It is there to which I want to love you.
Is from my soul as it longs for you.
It is there my heart cry's, as it feels you tugging by.
That in you, I have found no words to which explains the way you make me feel.
For no words could I say that would ever be so true, unless I said I Love You.
But it is them words to which hurts when there is no fulfillment.
But those words you make me feel as I thought of you this day.
But without them words we are lost in life.
For it is with them that we share love in life.
Regardless of being just a family member or friends for life.
It is love to which sets us free in life.
It is there my heart longs for you as I seek that of you here next to me.
As you have filled my world with something bright,
and that's knowing you and your love from inside.
That being lonely isn't always so bad.
Because there is always me loving you stored away.
I miss you much and wish you was here.
Not just to have sex but to love with a fierce.
With that of passion as everyday we would find happiness.
It is Christmas time, again
I am an errand running
Supermarket slave with
feet tapping, eyes downward
I can't find any scuffmarks
on the polished desert floor.
Check-out line impatience
eavesdropping on stupid
pointless conversations and
f#*ked up weather mawing
I long to strangle the cashier
who offers to help me out
to the car with my groceries
Secret sideways guilt
I smile and say "no thanks"
then I trudge out to the
empty desolate parking lot
Maybe I will feel okay
if I up my medication
just for the holiday
Soul sucking family dinner
too much eating and drinking
as thoughtless words careen
into a minefield of pain
The words are swallowed
by the ceaseless coughing
of my phlegmatic Auntie Depressant
Blinding headache highbeams
Sea to skyway driver
stuck shuttling relatives
home from the holiday
I scan the road ahead
and pretend I can't hear
their wicked whispers and
constant bickering
Nagging backseat demons
The car reeks of old lady perfume
as angry words stab into
the back of my brain
If I jerk my steering wheel
a little to the left
how different things would be.
Out of the depths of my soul comes my Lady
Across heart and mind to spread a light
Radiant as the slender moon as she
Floats the still black waters of the night
The universe comes into being
In the shadow of her presence
And seized by the vision I am seeing
I'm drawn by a longing so intense
Entranced I would fly to pull her to me
And could I hold or would I
Overwhelmed by her mystery
Tumble back down the dark sky
With all of heaven too far above me
Condemned to the earth beneath
Imprisoned in this small life I create
Bewildered by this bitterness and grief
And left in the deepening silence to wait
My soul locked and chained within
Without her my spirit unable to rise
Denied the grace of inspiration again
To see the world with merely human eyes
So far from the one that produced
Wholeness of vision beautiful divine
The heart of the unseen reduced
To words once made to live and shine
By love of light from which they sprang
Fashioned first by woman and as fine
As any woman's child who lived and sang
The songs his mother taught in lullabye
While still enfolded in the arms of her who brings
This joy from which I stand apart estranged and shy
To suffer love perhaps to learn to love all things
And recognize in the lowest and most mundane
Forms hidden behind her often closing door
Are echoed and mirrored in the most arcane
Authority that I have honored so much more
And charged with the burden of my own success
Required to learn what silence has written
Is more than any tongue can express
Or struggle to contain and fit in
The emptiness of words if stirred to verse
When all is her and her eclipsed I find
The eloquence of love can be a curse
So much greater than this little mind.