Dear Poetry,
You’ve been with me since I began feeling my emotions.
Threw you, I hear rhymical sounds of chimes and
a bewitching mix of sweetness of blue expanse and
fresh flowers within the wind’s play.
Threw you, I capture the exciting magic of color around me.
As I sit and watch the moving shadows of nature at dawn,
the changing shades of red, orange, pink, purple, and yellow
appear as dusk appears at my doorstep.
Or fall asleep to the cool, welcoming, darkened twilight and
iridescent moon against the clouds.
Life can sometimes be overwhelming, devouring, and
impossible to understand as it sets foot at my doorstep.
I take each step forward with love, faith, hope, and
wisdom, and you leave a peace within.
Through you, I can be honest about my human life experiences
that ties us together, those shared threads that connect us all.
Without you, I would be silent.
What Is A Poet 6
Language arts with imagery emotions
To slow things down
Free handed in your own words
An authentic letter
As the night closes in
The curtains are drawn to write un-noticed
The atmosphere becomes a bit curious
An isolated poet is suddenly at work
Unspoken lines begins to shift unapologetically
Cursive writings becomes almost obsolete
Empty spaces are engulfed
Puddles of rain, reflects painted clouds above
Write honestly through life experiences
As the pen carries the weight
Start writing, for it's never too late
Be unique and descriptive
Poets are misunderstood and peculiar
As heartfelt words echo
Thoughts are reminiscing as my coffee burns poetic aromas
It has been three score and 16 years.
Those life experiences have been mixed.
Through them all, God's Grace was there,
Always reminding me of His loving care.
I am blessed, and I am grateful.
My EYES are great with my friend, 'Glasses'.
My EARS are functioning very soundly.
My TASTE buds are delightful, and
I love TOUCHING and being touched.
I am blessed, and I am grateful.
Never do I take for granted the sweet SMELLING
Fragrance of clean country air befriending
My nostrils as I inhale and exhale. 'Little
Pain has been the story of my life.
I am blessed, and I am grateful.
Life experiences
Preparation long run
Sharing instances gained to others
Listen to what wisdom showed
Live and Learn principle
Pathways and Breakthroughs in struggles
Little things being hard knocks
Falls with get up
People say life is what it is and what it embraces
In young years, youth never think the process
There’s never no time
As one lives on, one learns on everlasting
Pitfalls of living
Testimonies to come
Wisdom is never lonesome
Giving out victorious virtues.
My book of my inner most heartfelt emotions from my soul,
Sit unseen inside a book I created with my hands, hours of editing, finally created out of love.
Now sits in a shelf, with nobody to seek but me, is this how much my deep life experiences are worth?
Only Jesus has seen, for it was only HIS Holy Spirit which guided my hands to type them onto the paper, my tears unshed puddled up behind my eyes…
Time will tell if I open it back up my SOUL, Jesus help me, as with my past life, I’m Just INVISIBLE………….
Unless it’s positive, all I get is “thanks for sharing thus one” I guess like the song, “It is well, it is well with my soul”
This existence, a marvel of the creative mind, is to find ourselves living in a world of possibilities. The dualism of yin and yang creates a vast arena for personal growth. The viable stage of real-life experiences colors our time here and in the depths of Shakespearean melodrama that make up the days of our lives, dictating the value of a life that ends in death. Other entities that we share the details of this existence with, the life, love, and the path best taken to reach that perfect place, not an easy affair to work through the trials that make it all worthwhile. To break on through to the other side, where the finish line and loved ones patiently await our triumphant return!
Why do someone kisses each other
Closes their eyes?
It's because the eyes not really see
It's the mind that really see
The good moments that register.
The mind is like a camera
Only those beautiful experiences
Are meant to be recorded and film.
When the time of dull and remembrance,
Someone able to recall and see those moments,
The past behind and ponder each unforgettable
Best encounter that you have in your life.
Whether love or life experiences is part of story.
Everyone has etches of making a history,
Whether simple, complex and riddle script,
This is life itself that we can never forget
For the rest of our life whether here or never.
Froge lives in swamp
In pond
In forest
He might be poisonous as well
Froge rhymes with Hodge
And that’s our point
Froge likes the insect
That's his dinner
Froge our friend
We main’t interfere here
Fromage does age
As ages soul comprehending
Enertal values
That we yet to figure
Differenciating
That wear is the term
That differs us from this
While sense and point ages
While remaining young
However and mature cheese and wine
Become with time
While life experiences teach us
Respect and trust we learn
The way that isn’t simple
But the complexity its Judgement
Not so hard
And Physical characteristics
Differ either
And where pertinent
There solutions do emerge
In way that is harmonic
In a sense
This term conveys
The real meaning
You lost this inning
Loaded Potato
I’m not talking about food
Just people in general
No accountability
No responsibilities
Actions that affect others around you
Poor choices
Always excuses
Putting the blame on someone else
Like a loaded potato
Two many toppings
Always lying
Always running away
Always arguing
They want their independence
With no life experiences
Always rebellious
I have no sympathy for them
They all need bootcamp
All disrespectful
What comes around goes around
Nobody owes you
Your like a loaded baked potato
So full of yourself
Always digging yourself in a whole
You’re just bloated with stubbornness
Around the world
There are happenings
Events and Disturbances
Right here at home, Poets are gearing up on their journey of life experiences through their writing
Mindset in so many ways
Passing the days gone by
Emotions surging
Cries into shouts
Needing ears to listen and understand
Words to express
Poets being their own Commentators
As words turn
The mind explores
As highways accelerate
Words become dramatic
Active and aware
60 Minutes Swirl
Christmas is full of all emotions
Mood blue and melancholy
Deep in a dark drawer
- Not so much jingle bells
The darkest time of the year,
woven into a web of expectations
Read the writing in the pristine sand
not impossible or invisible
- emotions are allowed
Spill pink ink with gold shimmer
when adversity overshadows you
Blue ... is a joker
Offer each other space
by releasing difficult feelings
Life experiences,
don't just have simple answers
Halfway to the answer -
humanity and love
Where earth and sky meet
... time for reflection
Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet (Born: 8th July 1954)
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TIME
Thought of all the seconds,
That went like a mist at dawn.
Tried to hold all the minutes for lifetime
But it flowed like water with no grapple
Waited for the hours of fortunes that I desiderate
As you are the sun that quenches every soul of an incarnate
But being in you can burn the spirits with fiery fire
Hastened to get rid of the all the days of stormy clouds
Disregarding the silver linings around them that one needs to count on
And learned that you are the equinox of every mortal
Hoped for the years to go right
never disappointed even when the right seems to be left
All the ups and downs you placed
All the love and hatred you showered
All the laughs and cries that I held
Trickled in the brink of the eye
Waiting for you at the edge of the door
where you passed like a breeze that never noticed
Awaiting all the moments to fill again
You're my inner child.
I'm your outer shell.
There's something that you need to know
And it will serve you well...
Your younger life experiences
Were unkind to you.
As ashamed as I am, I must admit
That I've been unkind too.
You are made of tough material.
You're determined. You are strong.
You defy my expectations.
You've often proved me wrong.
For the times you have screamed out to me
And I paid you no heed,
For the times you sought my smile and love
And I failed to fill your need,
I want to say I'm sorry.
You need to know I'm listening now.
This outer shell constrained you
Yet you battled on somehow!
Now we will communicate
And we will make amends.
We need to move on from the past,
My younger self and I as friends.
Dear inner child, your fears are felt.
Every emotion you face, I feel.
It's time to journey on as one.
It's time for us to heal.
12/17/2023
There are always new bridges
ahead and new friends to meet…
So if a poem gets few comments…
do not, do not retreat in defeat!
Keep those beautiful eyes on the glory
that lies ahead!
Place your quill on the paper and keep
writing, till it's time to go to be bed!
Your life experiences are the gems that
you and only you hold.
That will blossom before your spiritual
eyes into pieces of poetic gold!
Use pictures,use music, use God's
creattions to get that poet soul dreaming.
It's then, on the crests of graceful poetry
you'll be joyfully reeling.
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