Write Power Poems

The power of words


You gaze into the mirror,
 the words written on a page 
and the many others 
your eyes upon have lain. 
You see...

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In the quiet of my mind, words dance and twirl 
A fragile ballet of mere notions unfurled 
I sit and ponder, pen in place just...

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Once upon a time, in a land of make-believe,
there lived a magical calendar if you choose to believe.
It hung on the wall, sparkling with a...

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Once upon a time in a land of old,
was a magical calendar, amazing to behold.
It sat on a shelf, mysterious and rare, 
with the power...

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MusEcology
is like musicology
except music theory
is about how to write
outside
resiliently capturing what is felt
and heard resonantly flowing first
inside

Using a shared
polycultural (P) notation
Language System.

While MusEcology
mind sings
and body...

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Do it for love 
Poetry is my life 
It heals the unseen wounds
Takes away my depression
Gives me my value in expression
Makes my day beautiful
I love...

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Revelation 3:12 
I will write on him, the name of my God, the New Jerusalem,
which is coming down out of  heaven; from my God,...

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(This is all just my opinion,
what I glean from the internet,
Mainstream News, and my imagination – 
do your own research.  If there is any
truth...

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I smell like pencils in September.
After they’ve been brought to that…to the machine hanging on the closet wall where our coats, our boots, our bags,...

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My eyes tell a story 
Do you wanna know?
The tempest and the temptations
Are alive but wasn't enough to trounce me

I'm wild and loyal
Resilient and practical
Church-mindedly...

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My pen is the savior of my soul,
It's the place where my thoughts unroll.
I write to keep my mind at bay,
To give my emotions a...

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"Why do you write verses?" I'm asked.
Well, it's the verses that carry all the blessings 
and the burden of my thoughts, 
Lonely contemplations...
 ruminations, conversations...
Poignant...

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There was a young man named Anton,
who lived back in the seventies,
he wasn’t the type to fit in,
felt outcast from society.

Never got along with others,
and...

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When the long-retired English teacher sees a wildflower growing on its own
she lingers there a while 
as the memory of a student visits and brings...

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Words as Art: The Power of Prose Poetry

In the quiet of the night, when the moon is high and the stars are bright, I sit...

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