There's no set list of motivational things I can name
because my inspirational impetus is never the same.
Often, I'm encouraged to pick up my pen and write
by celestial bodies glimmering upon me in the night.
What moves me to choose canvas and brush to paint
can be induced by flower, a child, there's no restraint
when it comes to what triggers my mind as inspirations.
It can be reading works of a Master Poet's compilations.
There are no bounds that hold back my impulses to act.
I'm easily prone to create from song lyrics. That's a fact.
I'm prodded to cook after coming across a good recipe,
maybe tweaking it with a bit of this or that to satisfy me.
I'm an artist at heart, finding inspiration in everything...
sunrise, butterflies, my senses honed by birds that sing.
I'm stirred by many touchstones that spur my imagination.
Remaining open-minded is a great source of stimulation.
I've been inspired by compliments and even disrespect.
They serve as catalysts, like an inspirational architect
that lead me to find new provocation; a spark to ignite
the fire of creativity within me to rise up and take flight.
Today is one of those days where I need to put my phone on airplane mode
I don't want to be disturbed until my pain goes
I just want to take a day off from the world and sit in the same clothes
This isn't an argument or beef I promise we will remain bros
I'm not lonely, but today I'd rather be alone
Unless Demi Lovato wants to realise I exist and hits my phone
Give me today to re-energize and spend one day without desire
Let me peacefully watch my favourite movies A Bronx Tale and Mrs Doubtfire
I'm good by myself today, there's no need for conversation
I want to sit back and watch my favourite Cristiano Ronaldo and Ronaldinho compilations
I plan to relax until I get mad at conceding a last minute goal on fifa
Maybe have a few cans of beer and order a pizza
Sorry world but I've had to switch today's plans off
Please don't attack me for it, I'll get so defensive you'd think I'm Sergio Ramos
Today is just one of these days where I don't care to be disturbed
This isn't an everyday thing, but every so often I will renew these words
What if I don't speak, hardly say a word?
Will you understand all of the quiet verbs?
Silence complete was the room scented with
A fragrance in the heated month of June
Can you hold a silent conversation?
I have plenty of patients and tranquil
Compilations with learned durations, few.
Do you hear whispers of a quiet love?
So tender such a lonely touch, quietly
Seeking a word quiet is patient and hears
The question: HOW CAN YOU BE SO QUIET?
The reply: just simply close your mouth.
Listen.... they never stop.
GOD IS QUIET TOO.
2/24/16
Made my own observations
While following through on obligations
Certain materials came into contact with the process of oxidation
As I always respected conservation
Unfortunatley the same could not be said for all occupations
And methods of operation
Realize this bit of ancient knowledge, many conversations
Got lost in translation, all across the basins and nations
You could make a never ending story of compilations
Life came with unlimited combinations
Of complications
But it was never enough to break my concentration
Spirit or willpower, as I stared up at the constellations
Above cities with high populations
I made my own modifications
Through many optimizations
I understood that many desired accomodations
And strictly believed in consecrations
I could never respect or help anyone interested in world domination
Or narcissism and self-nomination
Especially if they speak of others like an abomination
I'm so very far from religious, but I can tell you now with a certain degree of confidence
And a much higher consciousness
That will lead you to a path of eternal condemnation
By: Dalton Ogletree
Gentle Winds
It seemed that she was lost for words in a forest of memories
thoughts dangled from branches letters blew in the wind some
punctuation mingled with emotion seedlings of love hope and
understanding over-standing inner and outer winds of change
no need for epic compilations just one final first whisper said
… ‘Stanza’ the clown
12 July 2016
One Stanza – One Only – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
David Meade
It’s been over a month
And not a verse, or line
No limerick or witty fair
No Haiku or Hitachi or Kyoto flair
Left with no choice
No new material to feed
We must come up with those albums
Of compilations indeed
The top 20 hits of David Meade
David Meade’s best Love poems
Top Hits 2014 of David Meade
David Meade says Haiku to you
Top 10 Dancing poems by David Meade
Haiku Haiku its poems of Meade we do
For whom do you write, vainglorious poet?
Who are the disciples you seek?
Shall converts worship at the altar of your prose;
Devoutly reciting your works?
Is there passion alight in your breast;
The call of some unknown muse?
Or does your pen labor of its own accord,
Guided by some universal force?
What is the sermon?
What message do you proselytize to the masses?
Shall all bow, or bend knee;
Demonstrably awed by your articulate compilations?
Self-fashioned prophet!
Or perhaps it is godhood you seek.
Author of verbal constructs.
Creator.
For who can judge your writing?
Who can look down their nose?
Furrow their brow?
Scoff?
For what you have crafted stands.
In grandiloquence or simplicity.
Perfect.
Crafted just so, and gifted to the world.
Can a critic better evaluate its worth;
Can the detractor eclipse the creator?
Perhaps then, it is he
Who fancies godhood the more.
A Grand inquisitor!
Laying to rest the heresies of your writ.
Sound the trumpets!
Send forth the drums of war!
Who shall emerge the crusade?
Shaper of public opinion.
Master.
God?
Born in seconds yet gone in a flash,
Spent cherished with family or accruing vast cash,
Some fill with the glory of life,
Other remain as scars reminiscent of strife,
Some cling to those which left sooner,
Causing the soul to pick up gloom like a refined fine tuner,
Patience is required for those that we are waiting for,
Like waiting eagerly inside to burst out an open door,
Clarity to understand those dark few,
Feeds the soul like well-kept grass and morning dew,
Amnesia to forget the most painful lots,
Since only the hatefully corrupt try revenge plots,
Time to enjoy those that are precious to many or just some,
Which stick to our minds like shoes to old aged used gum,
Compassion when we need to understand others' troubles,
For misunderstandings reportedly only make the issues double,
Love to hold on that which makes up ourselves,
As the compilations of others' and ours moments stock our lives' shelves.
Some say I have a way with words when truly most words have their way with me
And yes, I adore them best without any tautology
Caressing my psyche causing me to purr
Evoking emotions I never knew could occur
Incredible compilations of syllables
Precisely thrown together creating the unthinkable
To surreptitiously eschew
Grammatical errors innately out of the blue
Assembling phonetic chemistry
With sudden cognizance and poetic symmetry
Incessantly pondering over euphemisms
Reprieving the malediction of diction cataclysms
Putting to rest the Z’s in any onomatopoeia
Arranging every article and particle of speech to accentuate the main idea
With exact execution of the ultimate locution in sight
I peruse, comprehend, and write with exquisite delight
Family is the worlds greatest treasure
For its priceless, precious and timeless
in all that it measures.
For it's a gem so rare,
it calls for questions of mystery
Making its mark in our hearts,
souls,
and in our history.
And yet,
stories are born into
our inner most glories.
cherished for years and years
adding chapters to new compilations
and inspirations
to our stories.
for it graces us with love,
strength,
value
and unity.
for it is the moving force
in our community.
Truth,
Trust,
and time is the diamonds key,
for it shines and lasts,
through all eternity.
Commonalities shared in true spirit
Congruent in every sense of the word,
Like souls drawn together;
Though the unenlightened deem them absurd.
Unfettered synaptic responses
Birthing emotional literary compilations,
Wholehearted unadulterated creative endeavors;
Soliciting the world’s adulation.
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