Best Vocalize Poems

Village in the Valley left behind, and then it's a fine find
Mountain in the making...in the dark alleys of my mind

You're a flashlight
In the night
You...

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far from the madding roads and cars
this green and pleasant land of ours

conceals beyond its dry stone walls
secret streams and waterfalls

where stepping stones dyed green...

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Those well coheres conditions; and acts without restrictions
they're all without admissions; like disease without remission.
   Walking all alone; his intentions never known
 ...

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Voices filling my mind
vailed beneath languid lips,
voraciously needing
valerian release.
Vain are my attempts to
vocalize her desire.


05/05/2021...

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Before the days of censorship, 
         I longed to be heard, 
no one to keep my secrets...

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Another voice enters this information spectrum, omitting dictation unheard by anyone. Lost echoes repeating into thinned obscurity, forever unknown. But your words exist, some indefinitely;...

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Paula Swanson
7/24/2011


The
need for
challenges.
To push myself
I open up and let my mind take wing.
Words, that in life, I cannot vocalize.
I gift myself,
freedom I
found in 
ink.


For the...

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Written by
Paula Swanson  7/31/2011


A hand held out in supplicance, ignored,
wanting nothing more, than to feed a child.
The dry cough of an ancient river bed,
where...

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My secret cries are my pains I hide, hidden from the world to see. 
Hidden so intense my soul became debility of weakness. 
My heart...

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Before I die, a million tears will crystallize.
Solid as sodium chloride, holding my breath I visualize.
Going through my journey, I am thankful for the life...

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As I take my right hand and gently lay it across my chest, I begin to take a long deep breath. With my eyes shut...

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Germany, 1964

In barracks bare of beauty
I lay restlessly in bed. Around, a rife
of lifeless characters
from some Saturday charade
sullenly invite me to their ghastly parade.
I merely...

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Her words are minced, like sweetened meat in pies.
She must believe that all of us are thick.
Be warned; she’ll try to fill you up on...

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which is concerned
might convey
 the necessity 
and in it's 
urgency of it's need
to coney these
 thoughts
as concerns to
vocalize the
 need of proper
means of having
 words...

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this poem is my take on weary blues by langston hughes 
Langston hughes truly was a great poet and one of the best ever!

Bombilating a...

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