Difficult to speak right at right moment
Words of mouth thrown once can't be taken back.
I try to be polite on each comment.
but sufficient promptness, I must not lack.
I talk pleasant putting proper effort.
Difficult to speak right at right moment
Verbal interaction is sure an art.
After conversation not to lament.
I try to be clear to words what I meant.
I talk to the point if to contradict.
Difficult to speak right at right moment.
Not being rude I talk, yet quite distinct.
Well known proverb 'what you say, say with smile'
Words of my mouth will remain permanent.
To impress listeners is my own style.
Difficult to speak right at right moment.
What if I got lost to my direction,
When someone entered,
I did not have your attention.
And now I was called to you again,
A sun that shines after the midnight rain.
My dear someone, a green forest, I must say,
I never hated you, my bitter heart I can’t obey.
Found myself guilty for setting you aside,
But my heart was yours from the start, I shall abide.
My sweet Prince whose eyes do smile,
It makes my day even just for a while.
You must see how I admire you from afar,
You must know I love you, just as you are.
I keep doing things I haven’t done before,
Just for you I’d do it twice, thrice, or more.
A hi for a day is my own style, my way,
A hello from you will keep my lovely day.
I know my clothes are a little crazy.
It’s not because I’m lazy.
I do care about my looks.
I just don’t read fashion magazines and books.
I prefer to make my own style.
Even if it’s a bit wild.
How do I explain?
How my style is not so plain.
A leopard sweatshirt.
I don’t like skirts.
I do enjoy pants with stripes.
A pair of shoes that have pictures of kites.
A scrunchy covered in colorful squares.
Socks that are unmatched pairs.
My style is ever changing.
I like the rearranging.
When the wind is strong,
Off comes my hat that I wear wrong.
Some people stare.
Some ask me to share,
Some fashion advice.
I don’t need to think twice.
I tell them to decide with their hearts.
I tell them to close their eyes as they fill their carts!
I believe that at first
I had a thirst for word
As a child I’d create my own style
And make up words to popular songs
Especially when I wanted to sing along
But did not have the vocabulary at age two
By age six I was full of poetic bliss
But only pounding keys on my toy piano
Shouting made up songs as I’d go
Then on a whim of destiny
I became a victim of rape
But I had no word for it
I truly didn’t know what to say
I didn’t understand at age six
That it was a teen and I was just a kid
I saw blood and thought the cool aide
I drank had simply leaked from me
The pain and shame was like a bad dream
But I did not despair for music was there
Then at age seven ironically
A family member, my father began molesting me
This time after years I did speak
To my sixth grade teacher who intervened
But before I could find a way to tell
I used poetry and journalism to excel
My writing was not really the best
But it saved me non the less
So for me music and poetry
Are at the core of my salvation my peace
Years of fears tears and therapy
I am healed and better for it all
Thanks to God and a teacher
Who inspired me to talk.
10/21/2033
The serene sunset at my back.
The realization, I reached the top,
And, in completion, that was that.
The acceptance of my life as it is.
No bloody need to prove I was best.
Such divine completion, sans explanation.
The sun had gone, first star winked at me.
Soft, warm, winds rustled my wild hair
Of this poetic heroine, high on a hill!
Panagiota Romios
Poem 3
“In My Own Style”
An Evening with Poet friends
9/13/2023
Really, sharing fully is nothing new to me.
Just want all to dive in without a bit of hesitation.
Splashing like shiny, rainbowed fish and express
The rays-of our shiny, unique individuality.
I only wish, a few of us were in a room together.
You’d read us your divine, poetic creations.
Teas, lemon, coffees, and hors dourves….
No strangers, just caring, close poet friends.
You are invited to bring, fresh, baked sensations.
I will provide plaid throws, as the Autumn winds blow.
So bring your delicacies and unique poetry..
A poetry evening, where all shall be honored!
Declared winners and stunning sensations.
While the warmth of joyful, appreciation burns!
Panagiota Romios
Romios Poem#2
“In My Own Style”
The Thankful Attorney
9/2/2023
“Grateful I went to university,” he whispered.
So joyful was he for his sparkling new office..
He smiled, just recalling nights as a waiter!
He’d walk home, in snow deep winters.
A man of dreams, far from a complainer.
Gratefulness sang songs in his blood.
God gave him the strong gift of ambition.
To serve his fellow man, he was indeed.fated.
That night, in his office ,he stunned the stars.
Bursting with pure joy,he had do sing.
“Amazing Grace, how good thou art!”
His life, as an Attorney. off to a munificent start!
Romios
Poem 2
“In My Own Style”
As fresh and as fragrant, colored hyacinths,
That intoxicates one with heavenly scent.
So may my true,original form of artful poetry,
Bloom and blossom, escaping cells of the past.
To spring into action at each sunrised day!
Not wondering where my poetic desire be.
For truly, as a new child grows free….
And this style takes on its own shape.
I, no longer resist, creating my own fate!
********
Greek Legend has it that Hyacinthus, a young
man from Greece, was beloved by Apollo.
He was teaching him how to throw the discus.
Accidentally, it hit him in the head and killed him.
Instantly!!
Out of his head, the ground soaked with his own
blood, grew the flower,named in his honor of his
Name…. Hyacinthos.
The petals were marked with “Alas”, for sorrow.!
Panagiota Romios.
Romios Poem I
“In My Own Style”
Pen then, I beg thee,of meatloaf.
Perchance.....or butterflies wings?
Meaning or depth, has little honoring!!
Be a fool and pen of things of today?
The poet-butterflies, all fly swiftly way.
To write of-gremlins at the supermarket?
Life has no meaning, don’t you get it?
It’s supposed to be all a big laugh for misfits!
No, I don’t get it and I never will.
Just want a bowl of granola and humility
To taste it’s grand sweetness under the Oak tree.
In my big sun hat, taking a summer slumber
. 6/19/2021
(This is my own style of poetry)
Poetry by Pangie
Remembering that day you were totally gone!
Your etched coffee mug with your name, lonely, on the bright plaid
kitchen table.
And your loving presence vanished like the fog.
Deeply sad, was I, indeed, was that whole morose day..
Who knew the man of of my life was headed my way?
Not me, drowning in tears and forlorn loneliness...
How does life work out? It does. Is it angelic presence?
I feel that very exact same way today. But know now the seasons
of the heart has its ways.
And today's heaviness will be gone and vanish.
Replaced by a glorious, melodious song.
Through this morning mist, dream helpers already at work on the spirit
of my dreams.
So, I let it go, drifting in dreams in serene poetic repose.
Neither form nor impressive vocabulary creates my poetry.
I am happiest exposing the genuine me, not to please thee.
Still in search of my own style, the genuine sounds and depth of my soul..
Why, of course! My heart will carry me for miles.
10/17/2020
Opus# 1
'Good Morning, Heartche.' Song made famous by the late, great,
Billie Holiday.
They say I got my own style.
I say it's because I been crawling for miles.
Life's ups and downs has made me so versatile.
I'm trying to stay sharp using my mistakes like a file.
I know the way that I write is not really ideal.
So I just write what I want and however I feel.
And with nothing to lose everything I write is for real.
If there's anything left you can just send me a bill.
I'm broke but l know how to bend.
And I've learned that trust is earned so I only kept one friend.
I write every poemsic on my phone so I don't have a pen.
I have no room for drama so when it comes my way I mark it return to sender and send.
I write rhymes that flow like a river.
Carrying my words that I want to deliver.
Guess you can say Lil Gary's a giver.
Filtering life's hard times just like a damn liver.
I hope I'll be around for a while.
And I hope everyday I can share my big smile.
Waiting on the day a publisher will get my number and dial.
And say damn Lil Gary we sure love your crazy real ass funny new style...
Nobody knows the place I'm in
Or all the dark days there's been.
God please help me
And forgive my sins,
I need help cuz I can't keep this in.
For some time I've been on my own,
Struggling so I'll tell you about it in my poem.
I can't admit I've been crying,
Smoking and feel like dying.
Trying to find my peace
I don't know who I am or what my purpose is, Or why my brain resurfaced this.
I need to go for a while and handle my life, In my own style.
I have extreme fear of abandonment
And I'm trying to hide it
I gotta go I'm crumbling even though I'm running I'm stumbling.
Everyone has become a stranger,
But I have to go so I don't blame them.
I know someday I'll be ok,
I'll be fine what else can I say.
Still Looking for better days.
I'm a poet and they're saying I got my own style,
I'm wild and vile in how I lay out the tile, no denial.
singers like Elvis Pressley, there was only one,
only one Michael Jackson, a one not some.
so do it your own way and impress thee,
don't stress if you're not how the rest be.
there's only one Eminem and 2Pac,
the rest just couldn't do that.
I'm a singular impact,
singing like a dingbat.
now on a roll, a male Marilyn Monroe,
head to toe, I'm like no one you know,
rolling rhyme rules and I'm holding the flow.
I'm Nick Trim they took the mickey,
I seemed dim they made me seem silly,
but look at me now..... look at my big willy,
a witty wise guy born and raised in Bath City.
8/25/17
From here to over yonder
Come hell or high water
Before, during and after the dog days of summer
Standing out like no other
Showing my true colors
No one I need to convince
I drink like a fish
Not a myth
Eversince
It's
Been hit
And miss
Holy s***
Good intent
Was always meant
So please excuse my french
Too many
Showing envy
Involved in a feeding frenzy
Going for broke
Won't
Be looked at as a joke
With my own style
Going to go the extra mile
In order to make it more worthwhile
A lot of people high on the hog
It's rather odd
Just like the concept of god
I'd treat you like a princess if I were your man
For your love, I'd step in front of a van.
That sexy smile and those beautiful brown eyes
I'd be compelled, I could never tell you lies.
I couldn't be with someone as thin as a stick
Nothing against them, I just like my thighs thick.
Big and beautiful, I feel your heart of gold
I think you're a good mum, in case you ain't been told.
I don't find energy like yours very often, you are very rare
A beauty like yours will make me stop and stare.
God you're stunning, you make my heart smile
Please forgive my ways, I have my own style.
I'm like no one that you've ever met
I'll change your world, me you'll never forget.
I'm a chameleon, my ways I can change
I'm honestly nice, just a little strange.
You give me a reason and I'll show you a heart
Only if I gave up on us would make the drinking start.
I don't actually need it, I'm just bored in a fake reality
My only other down fall, would be my vanity.
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