Long Expressiveness Poems
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I guess there's nothing more to say
yet it's plenty enough for us to do
things often complete there self that
way: now we can start fresh anew
no,no maybe a little more or less
can't complain I feel blessed
a modulation to restart
A kiss till then we meet again
The hope and expectation of seeing
you again
Lady: Lover: Freind
a kiss til I see you again
Simply quality time together
simply a romantic evening together
simply the way we do
simply a night just me and you
It's less complicated
a more meaningful time
it's doesn't lack anything
She let's me meet her needs
She defines her purpose
she sets obtainible goals
she asks when she lacks understanding
even when the passion comes and goes
A real reliable lady
my corner spouse
my wife
and lover freind
she and I got that kinda thang
that makes me proud to be her man
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Low Self-Esteem states of affairs differing impressions
religiously surround us/me? Uncovered at an inopportune time
range of possible options channeled to social pressures, sensing
to belong are we clones? Do you sense being on the same wavelengths?
swayed to authoring and bad decisions? Low Self-Esteem borrowed
from childhood tribulations and bad habits and decisions, t. Lorust
issues? job and health uneasiness, unhappy childhood, physical and
emotional issues compelled to Low Self-Esteem of the self void of self
expressiveness growth of self-abilities, and confidences of Low Self-Esteem.
SUBLIMITY
eerie
empty
&the bizarre
sublime
resemblance
now apparent
the
idiosyncratic
& experimental
& intense
expressiveness
anticipating
the hidden
poetic
possible
dwarfed
in the
abyss
a place
of mystery
swallowed
by an
oblivious
translates
the pleasures
of the joyous
surrounding
the sublime
so full
of
meaning
a
memento mori
of
stilled
life
a missing
link
hints at
reality
layered
in
our
yesterdays
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
I pause and witness words of beauty
Taking me up to the mountain top
A simple gift of serenity
I stand still looking over the drop
Held in the grasp of expressiveness
Taking me to the mountain top
I take to the air a silent witness
Lifted on phrases of pure delight
Held in the grasp of expressiveness
My mind is bathed in a pure blue light
Riding on delicate angel wings
Lifted on phrases of pure delight
Freedom is felt as my soul it sings
Who knows where I'll be taken to
Riding on delicate angel wings
So as I inhale sweet words from you
Who knows where I'll be taken to
I pause and witness words of beauty
A simple gift of serenity
Dedicated to my Poetry Soup Friends who continue to
lift me on their delicate angel wings.
"A Poet's Gift" you wrote three years ago -
the arc of your poetic heart to tell.
You spoke of deep emotions in the soul
invoking tears to well and hearts to swell.
You had a gift. You were a gift as well.
written 23 October 2022
// Connie Marcum Wong wrote the poem below which I have often come back to as a reminder why a poet writes. When my well runs dry, I return to these words and find my embers are stoked and a flame rekindled. Connie knew how to elevate the English language as an artist elevates a blank canvas into a work of art, and I admire her greatly for her gift. She had a gift, and in her friendship and encouragement she WAS a gift as well. Thank you, Connie. //
A Poet's Gift
A poet writes to share a secret depth
Of feelings within their soulful breast.
They write to grasp onto immortality,
To be remembered beyond their death.
A poet shares emotions inked upon the
Page that cannot verbally be conveyed.
They dwell in a world of dreams, of dark
And light, of imagination, of metaphors,
Where heartbreak heaves and love believes.
Poets dwell where nature inspires, and
Longing desires may elevate or decimate.
They feel compelled to write day or night
From their innate state of expressiveness.
Music, dance, and art entwined, are all a part
Of creating that sonnet, free verse or rhyme
Which may capture hearts in belabored sigh,
Cause tears to well, the heart to swell, joy to
Bloom, cause lovers to swoon in blissful reverie.
Poetry...the greatest gift a poet yearns to share
With sensitivity, with their open heart laid bare.
"A Poet's Gift" written 7-23-19 by Connie Marcum Wong
"Connie's Gift" submitted to:
Short Connie Tributes - How did Connie Marcum Wong Inspire You Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
IDIOSYNCRACY
a childlike
relish
playful&dramatic
hopes
remarkable&
revealing
deliberate
in tone
recalling a refuge
containing
matterings
of embellishments
as
expressiveness
is sealed
a
respectable
bright
&sparkling
reminder
a processs
so very crucial
evesdropping
on
posterity
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Sat I engaged and talking
You’d not listen, you are not listening
While I pondered, my voice quivering telling and mocking
While I voiced myself, expressiveness and flocking
Spit out those wet words
You refuse to hear
You’d not listen, you are not listening
While I voiced myself, expressiveness and flocking
Yet still I pondered, my voice quivering telling and mocking
I crave the suggestive, splendid singer
Singing in perfect pitch harmony
I was a viewpoint and you’re a prompt
Ah, distinctly I was debating you refused my heart
It was stimulating, deep into that darkness phrasing
Of passages that I’m raising
I felt compelled to sniff the harmonies
The vocals came glazing
I sing now joyously
Yet you still not listen to me
2/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
ART AS A GESTURE
a
zest
of
satisfaction
in
a
gusto
of
ultimate
certainty
deepens
with
intimacy
of
accidental
curiosity
inherent
perception
within
transposes
emotion
in
the
miracle
of
our
disparate
mind
unhindered
visible
audible
in
the
tangible
expressiveness
of
outgoing
energy
of
tactile
significance
consummated
&
uniquely
pervading
&
pervasive
internally
integrated
self concerned
in on-going
interplay
of
expression
incorporating
past
coherent
awareness
of
conceived
interactactions
berthed
in expressive
action
of
awakened
personal
pictorial
presentations
of
prior
experience
in
the
completely new
And moistened lips I softly kissed
Beguiling as the dusk's embrace,
That framed with such expressiveness
The perfect smile upon your face,
Which reached out so uncertainly
Although I glimpsed with mild surprise,
The tethered velvet fluttering
Of shadows living in your eyes.
Then we awakened to each other
As we held on to the dawn,
With a sense of life beginning
Such a sense of being born,
And we paddled in the shadows
As the moon washed them away;
Then we walked along together
Through our first together day.
Lyric Man's What's The Big Idea Contest
by nette onclaud
5/21/2015
Theme: The First Time
CULTURAL CANONS
sophisticated wit
expressiveness
& tricks of the eye
illusions
out of the blue
shadows in the sky
a paradox
this sense of irony
naivete
observed
made manifest
decorative &agreeable
influential
hierarchies
artistically distinct
mainstream
but
separately identified
in formative influence
inherent vagaries
of taste
subtle&telling
in
perspectives
.of pictorial space
&
receding
lines of audacity
in heavenly light
emergency
to revere
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived