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TRADITION WITH PRECISION

TRADITION WITH PRECISION
A poem celebrating art and the artist… 
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ancient hands weave the threads of time
each brushstroke a heartbeat,  
each hue a memory etched in silence.  

brushes dip in pools of pigments,  
the clay shimmers like the first light,  
each stroke deliberate.  

every whisk echoes the practiced grace of learned

Getting a Grasp on Our Thoughts

When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?

We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.

Without

Thoughts Running Free 5

Most of us have heard the quote, 
“as a man thinketh so is he.”
Thoughts therefore are a part of creation.

We were created to have purpose in life.
Our thoughts effect what we become here on Earth.
As created, we are our authentic selves by the thoughts of the Creator.

To successfully meet the ultimate challenge in life,
we must

Thoughts Running Free 4

Thoughts unraveling like loose strings on a ball,
then rewound to make useable opinion.

Past and future lose all their intrigue,
in the clearness and fulfillment of a present moment.

The intensity and immediacy of a brilliant thought,
becomes calm in the presence of an epiphany.

One’s time is truly blessed,
when passion and purpose are in each moment.

Ask me a question

Thoughts Running Free 3

The essence of our existence is eternal
So dead or alive, we always survive
We continually come into a form
Or out of a form either physical or spiritual

We live continually existing for eternity
Either in a physical form or spiritual form
Our eternal form is spiritual
Our host in the physical world can die or be destroyed

Spirit from a state

Thoughts Running Free 2

a thought of beauty scared away by negative thought
is easily bought as if given free
only to put on hold the bold
a thought so beautiful an angels breathe 
could carry it across time
in a gentle rain shower

all living things could then feel its beauty
and be one with this beauty
which might strive to be alive
to share the

Thoughts Running Free 1

looking through mind’s eye
as if in a trance 
perhaps due to circumstance
or perchance the last dance

then again on the fly
without condescending
blending all elements in sight
I start to cry

wolf wolf the fear has arrived
disguised but still here
feel the fear

blowing in the winds of fate unknowing
death seeks to end the lie
just die bye bye die

then come again

Today Is National Bad Poetry Day

That is right August 18,
Today Is National "Bad" Poetry Day.
To all the writers,
here is your chance.
Write something "Great,"
for the world to read.
How about, 
National "Great" Poetry Day???

Remember a rhyme is to rhyme, 
not kind of rhyme. 
A Limerick is to be a five line funny,
not sad or depressing.

A true writer,
writes from their loving and creative heart.
AI writes,
but has no

The Bot as a Bard’s Boat

When ideas are locked in a cage,
The bot frees poetry of its rage,
Like analgesics on a fresh wound—
A turbulent sea where pains are drowned.

The goal’s not to write, but to refine,
To make rhythms, forms, and each word align;
Quick to shape poems to perfection,
Bringing finesse to art’s reflection.

But its pen drips with glib emotions,
It revels in

Creative Communication

We poets, writers, misfits of the world 
like artist or mystics or troubadours
use our gifts to give insight to others
we offer more pulling back the covers.

We did not fit in with most of our peers.
When young we were often taunted to tears.
We often were quiet in our own zone.
And most of the time you’d find

Creative Potato

Creativity comes and goes. 
That’s what she believes, she named Cho. 
Cho happens to be a potato. 
Creativity comes and goes because Cho just knows. 
When Cho the potato gets creative, 
She eases in with simple watercolor. 
Creativity starts to be invasive 
as her mind races for more, oh brother. 
Oils, dance, pottery, and art,

Definition of me

I AM A MOVING SPIRIT OF WELL-BEING DANCING IN THE MELODY OF MY OWN SONG.

Creative Writings

Creative Writings 
Self doubt declines. 
This is your season of change. 
Be open minded. 
Not pessimistic. 
Learn to grow. 
Sometimes pencil to error. 
Keep on writing. 
Keep on brainstorming. 
Through creative writings. 
Creative thinking. 
Black ink flows through blank spaces. 
Rhythms to azure rhymes. 
Poetry am I. 
Publish your own remarkable life.

ADHD - Don't trip up over something that's behind you

It must’ve been a season,
not your full story.
But every season builds our endurance,
another step towards the glory.
It has helped you realise, 
you need time to heal.
Sometimes we do really need to sit,
just sit and feel.
Pick up the pain, don’t focus on the lost time.
Its all a part of the plan, 
you’re going to be just

Where Does the Time Go

seconds slip through fingers like fine sand,
Minutes melt away in morning light.
Hours stretch and bend at day's demand,
Then vanish with the coming night.

Where does the time go when we look away?
When laughter fills a room, when tears fall free?
It pools in moments we cannot delay,
Then rushes forward, boundless as the sea.

It hides in coffee cups and halfway smiles,
In bedtime stories, stretching past their end.
It's lost in daydreams spanning countless miles,
And found in conversations with a friend.

Where does the time go? Perhaps it never leaves—
Just changes form like water, air, and light.
Becoming memory that gently weaves
The tapestry we carry through the night.

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