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Poetry
In poetry the words impart
where muse has touched a poet’s heart.
Not only those who speak in verse
but all who share in poet’s curse.
It matters not if words don’t rhyme
as long as each and every line
has words that flow with perfect ease
and rhythm that our ears will please.
The stories that these words must tell
should capture souls within their spell.
Outpourings from a poet’s pen
help guide the paths of mortal men.
For words passed on by poet’s muse
are strands of knowledge that they choose
to share with all who care to read
the wisdom of their planted seed.
A poet’s words, when thus enthused,
become the vessel that is used
to place within the minds of men
the words of those who guide his pen.
Words meant to fall like gentle rain,
or storms that rage within man’s brain.
In poetry these words impart
where muse has touched a poet’s heart.
Ivor G Davies
Why do we do what we do?
Writing words day after day
Unsure if anyone will read them
If they will get the message we tried to say
A million words with many meanings
Thrown together in our language
How will we know the right ones?
They ones which say what we want to say
Just one word, one syllable, one letter
Out of the place where it should be
The meaning could be lost
We struggle through endless hours
Wondering and writing
Cutting and pasting words and lines
Then in a miraculous moment
It happens
The words are right
The syllables are right
Each and every letter is right
After all the pain and stress
Our child is born
We post in on-line
Publish it in a book
We send our child out into the world
And no one reads it
The night is dark, and stars are peeking
I wish for wings that I could fly
And take a magic carpet ride
To places deep where phrases hide
So rich with wisdom, and insights known
Above the moon, where stars are keeping
The secret words to write a poem
Instead, my muse is here at home
No need for magic, no need to roam
If closing eyes and knowing this
The wonder of poetic bliss
Are beneath my feet, beneath my stare
A poem resides most anywhere
The voice inside my head must share
My life, my friends, my family
Within my reach, are memories
Where lies a wealth, a poem or verse
To touch a few with heartfelt words
My poem unfolds like a tiny rose
It starts new life, so tightly closed
But given life, it opens wide
And takes me on a carpet ride
Where magic words no longer hide
Above the moon, beyond the stars
I pray my poem will warm a heart....
Words have started terrible strife that has torn the world apart.
Words have healed and comforted many a despondent heart.
Pleasing words are better spoken and received by old and young,
Rather than abrasive words of venom, spewed by acidic tongue!
Words of hope are always welcomed by friends who are down,
Easing their burdens and erasing that worrisome frown.
A daily hug and words of love to those of family dear,
Will return a hundredfold the words you'd love to hear!
When loss of friends is keenly felt and words are hard to find,
With dear ones maybe 'tis best just to sit with hands entwined.
For a job well done, 'tis good to hear meaningful words of praise,
Encouraging words, not just a trite and empty phrase.
'Twould be well for young ones to hear the words the Master taught,
To arm them for their earthly trek with many temptations fraught.
Mere poets will ne'er attain the homage afforded David's Psalms.
His words flow like honey, as soothing as an air of Brahms!
Plans will surely go awry should words be misconstrued.
Consternation and confusion will reign, 'tis easy to conclude.
'Tis well to remember that words spoken cannot be retrieved.
Maybe 'twould be best to curb the tongue, lest others be aggrieved!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I like to write poetry, for my mind it soothes
If my writing is read, hopefully i have reached out and introduced me
My writes are in rhyme with a dabble of others
Its an apprenticeship i am in, more learn-ed i become
I write at my desk on my laptop and PC
Browsing for information to add credence to my work
My writing follows no agenda its as free as my words
My portfolio of themes comes from inspiration of many
I may see a picture and words grace my eyes
If i read a poets poem, their words can induce an idea
So when you read my work, its from the recipe above
Its more than a hobby now, its something i love
My entry into Deborah Guzzi's " How DO You do it??? contest "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php
Twenty-nine words to write my story
Twenty-nine words is all I’ve got
Twenty-nine words is my limit
Twenty-nine words, then I'm through
Twenty-nine words to write my poem
I’ve got to get started
Twenty-nine words is not too many
Many words have parted already
Twenty-nine words to write my rhyme
Twenty-nine words to write my verse
Twenty-nine words I’ve got to get started
Twenty-nine words – I’m out of luck
1. Twenty-nine
2. Words
3. To
4. Write
5. My
6. Story
7. Is
8. All
9. I’ve
10. Got
11. Limit
12. Then
13. I
14. Through
15. Poem
16. Get
17. Started
18. Not
19. Too
20. Many
21. Have
22. Already
23. Parted
24. Verse
25. Rhyme
26. I’m
27. Out
28. Of
29. Luck
They dance around inside my head,
Seeking their perfect mate;
Hoping to be the end of lines
In the next poem that I create.
My wife thinks that, too many times,
I pair my words in rhyme;
What would she do, if she only knew
About the chaos in my mind?
I am told that my style is old;
Rhyming poems are out of date.
That may be but inside of me
Rhyming words still procreate.
It’s easy to write a line or two
If rhyme and meter are no concern,
But to rhyme your thoughts like I was taught,
A few more brain cells you must burn.
Besides, for me, what would I do
With all those words running around in pairs?
I must find them a verse, before I burst
And do some real damage way up there.
Simple words
from a complex mind.
Simple words that
seek to explain the
deepest thoughts
from the
deepest places
that could
ever be
explained
by these
simple words
in these
simple lines.
Simple words
from a complex mind.
Simple words that
seek to encompass
all of space and time
The places where
we've come from
The things that
we will find
These things that
simple words
can't even begin
to explain
or to define.
Simple words
from a complex mind.
Simple words that
seek to
explain
the depth
of human emotion
The nature
of true love
what true love
is all about
The workings
of one's
heart.
Simple words
from a complex mind.
Simple words that
are hard
to define
Simple words that
are hard
to find
Simple words that
are hard
to write
Simple words that
are always
on my mind.
Simple words.
Simple words from
a complex mind.
(January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
The words in my head are beautiful.
They are dancing cheek to cheek
with Southern legato or London staccato
with Chinese tunes and Xhosa clicks,
with native Dutch, straight from the heart.
The words in my head are reluctant
to stand in line. They like
to dance and play. They like
to echo inside the skull, infinite
Ping-Pong straight from the heart.
The words in my head come alive,
naked at the stroke of a key.
Ribbons of red and green show
who’s been good and who’s been bad.
Dots on the screen, straight from the heart.
The words in my head are ready
to face the world. I comb their hair
and clean their nose and wave goodbye
until they disappear around the bend.
One day they will be back, straight to the heart
Words come to me, from high above
I know not from where and when
They flow through me like a summer breeze
An invisible sort of Zen.
They are a cherished gift from high above
A flickering candle in the wind
To be seized on in that moment
Or to never be seen or heard from again
Words come to me
I know not from where
They come unheralded and unbidden.
I don't know why they have sought me out
Are they from Angels or are they from Demons?
Why do these words choose to seek me out?
Why do they come to me in this way?
Are they of their own mind and powers
Or is it "I" that have something to say?
Over the years, I have been so very blessed
By these many words that have appeared to me in this way
These words have been welcomed glimpses
Of the thoughts that pass through my mind each and every day.
And so I think and wonder
I sit quietly and pray
That these words will never leave me
That they will continue to come to me and stay.
I pray that my mind will always be
Open to think and to receive
Ideas and thoughts that only I can think
Words with which Poetry I can conceive.
Words with which I can string together something beautiful
As with Pearls and a needle and thread.
Words that I can use to build upon
Words that I can dream upon in my bed.
Beautiful thoughts of my emotions and ideals
Beautiful words to be remembered and said.
Beautiful words to be constructed into Poetry
Beautiful words to be read, shared and felt.
(December 26, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved