Poetry unlike the rest
Poetry I like best
Best as non-fiction
Best as one’s conviction
Conviction of the heart
Conviction comes apart
Apart from others views
Apart from your issues
Issues we must address
Issues woven to express
Express it in loose term then
Express even if you squirm friend
Friend I listen
Friend you glisten
Glisten with valor
Glisten with color
Color our world with screams
Color unfurled dreams
Dreams you make come alive
Dreams of a swan dive
Dive deep to your goal
Dive into your soul
Soul mates on paper birch
Soul search
Search within
Search for words to pen
Pen despite limits and critics
Pen as it permits not for cynics
Cynics blind to a poetic jewel
Cynics bitter and cruel
Cruel and hollow
Cruel spirited not to follow
Follow your words
Follow the songbirds
Songbirds protocol
Songbirds call
Call out the façade
Call upon God
God knows your floetry
God gifted your poetry
Poetry forever lives
Poetry gives and gives
Gives tremendously
Gives us plenty
Plenty will agree
Plenty will see tour de force
Tour de force with symmetry
Tour de force so passionate
Passionate
Symmetry
As a poet
you have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up that right.
Anything you say
can and will be used
in the court of public opinion.
You have the right to use
a computer keyboards.
If you cannot afford one,
a pen with a piece of paper
will be provided for you.
You have the right to speak like an Attorney,
to take your readers on a trip or a journey.
Giving them a feeling of anticipation.
Using words out of context or connotation,
or use long words like conversation.
You have the right to give feelings a voice,
to express yourself in every
kind and category of poetry,
or muster a musical group
like the one called Floetry.
You have the right, to recite, day or night
to speak out loud! in front of a crowd!
To make yourself heard!
With the freedom of the spoken word!
To stand and proclaim, to entertain,
Or choose the words to describe your pain!
You, have the right to complain.
Know that for you, no subject is taboo.
Only season your words with grace,
as you may have to eat them,
if they are thrown back in your face.
Late Night Prose
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Diary is speaking
Her late night wine
Cherry streams
Her ladened chimes
Laced in rhymes
Of passion dear
Muse befallen
Rapture smeared
Dazzled cheer
Her beating heart
Exploding wonder
Bleeding art
Sweeping sparks
Her journey within
Waters therein
Poetry! Poetry!
Floetry! Floetry!
A modest piece
A bounteous feast
Midnight love
Eternal driven
Inferno written
Her thoughts!
Her thoughts!
Her deepest thoughts!
Secrets lost!
Diary! Diary!
Typical diary!
But, I love it!!!
I love it!!!
*Late Night Prose*
I Am A Poet
A poet to me is a being that masters floetry
Fluently the words are like water truthfully
Admired by the inspired lifer now turned writer
Writing and typing life up, he is a fighter
Notice me as I openly share my experience
Notably, quotable poetry I’ll carefully engineer it
Come near it, I dare you to hear it, close and intimate
Like a kiss of endearment, soft with no blemish
Writing can be my deliverance or escape from my reality’s
Imprisonment battling sprits that have issues with personality
And writing actually is to me a piece of mind at peace
Released in a timely manner that matters the world to me
I Am A Poet
Written 12/7/15 @ 3:12 CST
I'm learning to pick and choose
what I endure, like what's it all for
relationships for example
you should always sample
what you're about buy
before you check out
is it sweet, is it pleasant
will it leave a bitter taste in my mouth
endurance is for those who
have the will to carry on
it's for those who know exactly
what they have and it's not worth
losing no matter if it times
things don't add up when
you do the math
I'm just swimming in my thoughts
a little poetry while listening to Floetry
still I can't allow myself to get distracted
from the task at hand
the more knowledge I gain
the more I learn that I've been lied to
the more militant I become
I have visions of my people
marching to the beat of one drum
so still endurance for the war I'm in
today's friends are tomorrow's enemies
so whatever battlefield you're on
whether it be love or
all out warfare
make your decision quickly
Here I am, late night. Waiting for the train after work as usual in my zone Floetry "Hey you" playing on the phone. This woman sits next to me and I can feel her eyeing me, I look over she turns away smiling ever so gently but it was her classy attire that had me swayed. Now I'm usually the nervous type but I play it cool but I'm shy right. I don't usually approach women cause I feel they really aren't worth my time and sometimes when they open their mouth I see in their lifetime they haven't really opened their mind. So I say you look familiar starting off with lies, she smiles says hi and starts telling me about her day, I say hi I'm Corey and I don't this every day and yeah you're beautiful but behind every smile is a story to tell, every woman's been something and if she says she isn't more than likely at this moment she's probably going threw hell. Anyway I don't beat around the bush so I'm like I would love to get to know you past your beauty and your scars and she says I'm sorry but I'm already spoken for. I say well, the conversation was nice and we both part ways, no regrets at all and that was probably the highlight of my day
Poetry is too savoury like music,
from Floetry the tapestry quite a mystery.
The rhyme of words sweet as wine,
to dine with syllables refreshing every time.
From childhood an infatuation seed sown,
now to love for writing it has grown.
I recollect the prior days and nights,
how long the journey has been.
Allan Poe and Maya Angelou predecessors,
the baton of successors already to us passed.
Just how much the world can change,
simple composition of jotted words.
I can only get better and brighter,
most coveted pedestal still I herald.
A pen and paper requisite to write,
it feels too right like a kite in flight.
Many have graced the world stage,
adage after adage the high gauge we range.
Spring showers of pleasure and pain...
Each drop of rain is a different name
and the lands in my heart are in a constant drought.
My emotional needs know no out...
Survival instinct's eyes hypnotized in her hips,
As I'm lost within the sips
of her fingertips...
Her lips' whispers nourishes my essence.
Everyday is intense and tomorrow's suspense
consumes my common sense...
I vent without her...
within her... my memories of...
I love her more today than yesterday
and less than I will tomorrow...
The sorrow that follows the absence
of her scent is confusion...
Our love an illusion
yet I'm continually refusing to accept it.
I follow my urges to no destination.
The silhouette that I'm facing
brings elation to my existence that dies.
A familiar soul in the windows of her eyes...
Fate cries out to the destiny
I should go to. I know it
"Excuse me... do I know you?"
By: Soul's Floetry
It's her...
She's like the essence of variety.
Her ability to inspire me
taste like passion when she says "Hi" to me.
She'll never lie to me.
Cause she's truth.
She's love like a harsh lesson
and more precious than a subtle blessing.
Constantly testing my sanity like a harsh whisper...
And unlike fear... her sister
I kissed her and never knew lonliness
cause this...
was not an option
after adoption of her promise
She's my companion and like my heart
we were made to be together
She is forever and to sever us... is death.
Like breath without her there's no me left.
Life... my wife... my existence
I'm so deeply in love with you
Pain... I insist this
By: Soul's Floetry
Nector's scent intoxicates me.
Her Kisses bait me
to the succulent feast that awaits me.
In between the limbs of this peach tree
I see... A seed that pleads
for release of it's need.
Is it greed that moves my silent speech?
As I'm so giving hoping my words will reach
ears that hear not yet understand.
Intuition guides my hands...
And the peach plans
to share it's juice.
From the tip of the branch
to the roots its lets loose
violently shaking it's branches thin
from the whirlwind within
My appetite endless
No shortage of fruit to end this...
Bliss...
By: Soul's Floetry
I can't continuously catch this connection
coroscating so cordially as a cure...
Captivating my cranium contemporaneously
contaminating collation of common sense.
I can't think...
And our growing link
makes my heart sink
with your every wink!
Blink... Blink...
Are you reality?
I reach right past self-denial's ruse of
what's real with no rest reeking of regicide
fearing a relapse regarding regression.
Recklessly running rampart racing
to our heart's reunion.
Your soul saying "Speak sonnets of Sensuality".
So sexy yet sensibly sweet...
Seeking to be shown your sentiments.
You're the destination of heaven above.
And I... am in love!
By: Soul's Floetry
I caress you in my arms
and your beauty alarms me...
your soft skin disarms me
and your musical voice charms me...
I lose myself within you
everytime our lovemaking begins a new...
And I knew in that moment
that I had to vent my sentiments
I love you and my essence would plead too
that I drink you, I eat you, and I breath you
...I need you!...
By Soul's Floetry
its in me, the music in my blood my veins it flows continuously.
my heart speaks lyrically as my mind rejoice spiritually.
i live and die for this, music how can you not vibe to this.
let the beat rock, go on and on let the beat rock.
from the blues to r&b from reggae to hip hop the music don't stop.
poetry of the mind to floetry of the heart you can write this and flip flop.
but wait...
if music is your lyfe then don't miss treat it.
if music is your lyfe then put your hands up and gladly repeat this.
Music, this is my vow to you, to stand tall and only speak on whats true.
to represent and respect as my true love, other then the Almighty you are my first love.
us together side by side taken over the world let everybody b a witness.
As we watch the haters grow in number we give them our ass for kisses.
from jazz to rap from country to even pop the music don't stop.
floetry of the heart poetry of the mind you can write this and flip flop.
i live and die for this, music how dare you not vibe to this.
let the beat rock, as the flow continues on let the beat rock.
if music is your lyfe then then pick your mics up and gladly repeat this.
Music, this is my vow to you...
You came into my life and opened me up to
new things...
You opened up to me, giving me the gifts of
harmonies, stories and the beauty that this
all brings.
" Now look at me", i'm writing you into my
log of poetry..
While listening to the sweet sound's of my
Words, Jazz, and Floetry...You know what i
mean " D ".
I thought you may like that. For that is something
i needed to add and send.
For you came into my life with the glue to
heal and mend.
For God sent me my gift, when you became my
friend.
So don't look at this as being Mushy....
For i'm speaking from the heart, Not trying to be
too Rushed, Crazed, nor Pushy.
Just note...that you've become the shine to
my light.
Now, i can see the beauty you bought to
me.
Giving me a new direction, strength and
sight.
For you are the life line,...The string to my
kite,
On the day you came into my life...
The End!
O hear ye, Master Tapestry,
conjure ye simple Villanelle,
with thy motion and floetry,
for thy pending project poetry.
Copyright McCuen 2009
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