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The empty page waits,
unblinking, unshaken,
a void that does not care
whether I fill it
or let it swallow me whole.
Hesitation lingers,
a whisper curling at the edges,
soft at first, then sharper—
What if it’s already been said?
What if it’s not enough?
What if my voice dissolves
before it even reaches the air?
Originality is a tightrope,
a step into nothing,
where the only certainty
is the trembling of my own weight.
The ground below is blank—
or maybe it never existed at all.
But in that emptiness,
something shifts—
a flicker, a pulse,
not of light,
but of something older, deeper,
something waiting beneath the silence,
pressing against the skin of the page.
Ink stirs in my veins.
The silence is not empty.
It is breath before music,
a pause before the storm,
a moment when the world is holding itself still,
waiting to see if I will dare to speak.
So, I breathe.
I let the ink spill,
not as proof, not as a conquest,
but as an offering.
Knowing that every voice
is a note in the song
we were always meant to sing.
And if my voice vanishes,
if it is swallowed by the echoes—
At least I let it exist.
Written: December 5th, 2023
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Inspiration bursts forth akin to a volcano
with kinetic rainbows and gooey agony
frothy vortices or bubbling in infernos
an existence on the verge of decay
reaching the pinnacle of bliss
In that moment, originality bursts forth.
A creative vision of shadowed areas
amid a thousand beveled mirrors
portraying vibrancy and iridescence
in tandem, or utterly not
conversing common items into marvels
perched atop majestic mountains.
The highly focused artist's mind
perfectionism never fades
up until the medium is fulfilled
often veiled eccentricities
displaying pushes witnesses to impanel
an opposing viewpoint to hate and love.
Gratitude for vivid dreams
revealing hidden spaces to inspire and empower
emerged from cramped corridors
of crumbling walls and fading edges
within the Edenic roses of teal.
A Stitch in Time
My jeans are beautiful; patterned with grace.
They are signed by the stars, in every place.
The drawings embroidered for one and all to see,
Are entered in a craft contest, but is there only me?
Each stitch is placed-exactly so,
The colours fantastic, some seem to glow.
The contest was for originality,
With craft-work so beautiful I prayed it was me.
Twenty years they had taken from being a girl,
I embroidered every French knot split-stitch and curl.
With plain stitches and chain stitches, each exactly the right size,
I entered them hoping I would win the big prize.
I picked up the phone it was the judging day
“Hello you have won” is what they did say.
Your jeans are fantastic we want to keep and display
The work you have put in for this contest today.
My jeans took pride of place on the wall in the room.
My heat beat so loudly; I thought I would swoon.
My twenty years of sewing to keep myself sane,
Through surgery and physio, to help with the pain.
They had won me an accolade I’ll never forget,
My jeans hung and photographed, and it was just for a bet.
To embrace something with full acceptance
for the beauty or the worth that it conveys
is an adventure that offers more excitement;
would this occur if there were no influence?
I've adapted to new ideas and made them my own
to ignite inspiration and do excellent, timeless works;
today there is a predominant need to expose a thought...
when overused words sound bland and are wind-blown.
If new writers have been influenced by famous works,
they must make a greater effort to make theirs unique;
greatness is achieved by worthiness, not by cleverness,
so adjust to any conceivable idea and make it your own
with an originality that stands out and earns admiration.
In this society with evolving literature, science and inventions...
one must adapt to changes quickly to avoid some harsh critique;
be that artist who conjures up real plots to win the readers' hearts.
Written on /29/2016
Admire the art of the masters
Or a hand carving in alabaster
One can only gaze in awe
The genius that must befall
Why fuchsia rather than red
Or bronze as opposed to lead
Their choice however unique
Originality is what they seek
Read a Pulitzer Prize winning novel
Certainly one wouldn't grovel
Held captivated by it's precision
The writer's words were his decision
Why elucidate instead of light
Or redolent rather than bright
The choice however unique
Impressed more readers to think
Listen to your favorite song
You might even sing along
The structure of words and notes
Causes one's thoughts to float
Ask why didn't the tune go this way
Or change lyrics to read that way
Their choice however unique
Is what caused their song to peak
Now read a poem written by another
Open your mind to discover
Why question their means of expression
It has obviously left an impression
How each expresses their thoughts
For the better or for naught
Their choice however unique
Is the difference that they seek
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
"One with Spice"
Flow write a scene to be seen essence
grow in a dream in fields of gold and SOL
Flows... Spice write flight though Knight's
bright light and be. Write Sees. You.
Jewel of Arrakis. Flower not brackish
in the fresh of the Spice, yes... it is nice.
Desert Rose in the nose vision flows
with sense in The Pen's essence yes.
Melange the aware bright orange in air
and sand in the hands aware of the song
Band beats in a tune sweet plants in sun
Dunes of the Gods Wind chimes.
Rhyme. New planets seen in the beam
of the mind bright Light's sight in the Spice
Dream.Writes from a Soul to be seen.
Fluorescence the color of Poetry.
In a sense...Sensitivity and specificity
Beat of the Binary, originality. Recall it
and flow with a Write to Spike it.
Flow.Spice.Write and so Be It.
Form:
Ill Advised
Giving advice to someone who may be suffering from an illness.
Being advised by somebody who is considerably ill.
A poor choice made as a direct result of an advisory made by an incompetent advisor.
A mere mistake made by this so called ill advised individual.
Super dope actions or action carried out by a wicked sick, dope super person.
A recommendation to do Ill will in a multitude of ways.
A commonly used phrase that is fairly cliche and consequently lacks charisma and originality.
As for me, I think that being ill advised is so sick that I would consider it as a super dope compliment.
I am all sorts of:
Ill Advised
5/28/17
Non-conforming impresses me
Humbleness is sexy (if you can't see)
Arrogance is not even worth my precious time
Too many people nowadays - are making true love a crime
Too many mundanes play games and lie
Too many men lead their lives with ill-placed pride
Where is the integrity and honesty? Where did those days go?
Where are the actions of people who SAY they wanna show?
Where is the teamwork? Where are the compromises?
Where are all the little things? Where are all the surprises?
Whatever happened to nice things that got said?
What happened to loving with your heart AND head?
I want rarity, originality, loyalty, integrity, and truth
I want to feel young with my partner and enjoy our youth
Whatever happened to communication nowadays?
Why must they lock good souls in this twisted maze?
“It Came in Our Dreams”
The Others
watch on,
somewhere above us.
we, ant like
form our battalions
soldier ants
with no substantial sting
repelling reptilian
brains in flight
striking our oily deals
sliding into our nightmares,
acrid smoke, bee-keeping our hives
we strike, in routine formations
they count
our worth.
our number
measured
in what always
walks alone
in our dreams.
they send
their messengers
to us, in our dreams,
while we
war
in our sleep,
in the depth
of our despair
in the flow,
of our dreams.
when we wake
we think,
that was so real -
what was that all about,
that was so real,
where are we -
are we really here?
they count
our worth
our number
measured
in what always
walks alone
in our dreams.
we
are more
vulnerable
than we believe.
we are seen
for what we truly are
human -
the fabric of us, flimsy -
easy
and dispensable.
for a while
we
think,
we are
all
there is -
unique,
in truth,
we ...
lack originality.
wars
of the unreal,
Nuremberg 1541
there have always been battles,
could this
have been real,
or just a dream
Tic-tac-toe
we think we
know
it all
battles come and go
what is drawing us
forward and up
out of our bodies,
from the too deep dream
we toss and turn
in our sleep, nightmares
easy regiments -
dispensable, flimsy
souls
without feet.
one war down
another
to go.
It came in our dreams
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Pallas Athena”/Bowie
https://youtu.be/yNV5_6vz208
Nuremberg, 1541
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celestial_phenomenon_over_Nuremberg
Celestial Phenomenon Over Nuremberg, April 14th, 1561
https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/celestial-phenomenon-over-nuremberg-april-14th-1561
Witness
https://movies2watch.is/watch-tv/watch-ufo-witness-hd-67147.4829014
President Reagan: Address to the United Nations, September 26, 1988 https://youtu.be/nYi5h5Gvdz8
Ronald Reagan, UN, September 21, 1987 / Threat
https://youtu.be/bfS7FrN5aNQ
LYRICS/”Pallas Athena”, Bowie
https://genius.com/David-bowie-pallas-athena-lyrics
Obsession
Obsession with "O's"
Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality -
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession
9-23-21
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: “O” Contest