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So
Very
Talented
Full of knowledge
Poetic words show
Flowing lines explaining
History and even more
Including folklore images
Details of love, mysteries results
Her words teach and inspire my muse and me.
I don't know who put
these words in my mouth,
they are not mine; are they?
That face in the mirror;
isn't that me?
But, these words inside of me,
who do they belong to?
There is a ghost in here
and I think I am supposed
to be afraid of her.
Wow what words woven where wit was working!!
Well written words while I wondered what to write...weally wonderfully witty!
Two bees or
not two bees
that is the difference in
anaphylaxis
and life!
Really random rantings
Rouse right reasoning
Reread and rear
Reason in season.
es 2.6.2011
The Phrase
Words to live by
I eat my words daily
I like my words served with coffee
And Pie
My brain is blocked
The words have flown from me
Walls are built around my thoughts
So none can sneak away
Oh help me please
I beg of thee
Free my thoughts
So words can flow from me
Writing is how I cope
Words are all I know
I can not release the stress in me
Unless my words can be
Set free
Oh yes how I long for it
To stand in front of multitudes
And sing my words for you
How I long to see your face
And read the words just for you
A word-smith Oh how I long to be
If you could only help me or just let me be
But then again where would I be
If you would have left me be
And left it all up to me
I don’t touch it
I feel it in my heart
Stored like a feeling or a mental piece of art….
I see it in my mind
They stay there, even over time…..
My words are penned, with only a mental note
Swirling and dancing words that somehow fit together
They will stay in my heart
Forever
Forever
For the Did you see my poetry contest
Words,
I love to play with words.
to paint pictures
make music
to touch
to feel
to see
to speak
to rhyme
sometime
or simply hear the sound
of words all around
Oh I really hope you see
why words mean so much to me
Do they mean that much to you?
Do you love words too?
I really hope you do!
Cause whether or not you know it
without words -
you’d never be a poet!
So tender, as words hold me within a secret embrace
Each of us knowing what the other truly means
Though distant, we somehow see each others face
And the radiance, there within, that outwardly beams
Alive, we then feel, when our words convey art
They speak feelings so deep, to share them, a must
The feeling of comfort to each other, we impart
Through the generous nature and undying trust
Her ink has dried, her stories spun
On distant shores, her songs are sung
Her words still dance, around the flame
Of burning memories, that brought her fame
Tho weak and frail, at this late hour
Her words of strength, still hold their power
Each time her verse is read aloud
Her converts gather, now quite a crowd
Knowing well, her time will end
Content, her words, we all depend
© All Rights Reserved
02/25/11
7:53pm
How else can I cope?
Writing is my only hope…
And it when it all rhymes,
God… it’s sublime-
I feel complete;
The world hums in perfect unison,
And words dance upon the page,
Exalting my pain, my sorrow, my rage,
And I am free-
Can you hear me?
My only true audience, my spectators!
Glance upon these words and know,
Your condition is not alone;
Fake smiles and hollow words
Are my puppets too-
We put on quite a show.
Reflections
My words are a collection
tiny fragments of my life
grouped together
a reflection of my soul.
Like a child's gathered treasures
my reflections I hold dearly.
My impressions
the expressions of my heart.
Through the pen my words unspoken
striving for their liberation
can escape
the boundaries of my mind.
Then in joyous celebration
words released upon the paper
blossom into
the reflections of my life.
With my words let me break your heart
With my words tear your soul apart
With my words let me send you higher
With my words let me ignite your fire
Let my words be the patriot’s voice
Let my words be the weapon of choice
Let my words bring you to the brink
Let my words make you stop and think
With my words let me stop the rain
With my words let me ease your pain
With my words let new ideas form
With my words let me calm the storm
pull a thought
a single thread
what does it become
what do the words form
a simple poem
laid out straight and flat
or something deep
a puddle with no bottom
a web with a thousand tangles
a broken heart lays bare
a barefoot goddess speaks to the young
who will read them
learn the words on the page
do you mind my nonsense
do you mind the broken words
fragments of a whole
please notice and see
I just want to know
does it ever matter
As I read your works and comment too,
Believe me that my words are true.
I tell the new lambs in the fold,
Dr. Ram's words are better than gold.
He is the first to read your poem,
He does not steer you far from home.
So far I haven't seen him scold.
Dr. Ram's words are better than gold.
A highly educated man,
Adopt his wisdom if you can.
He uses lovely words and bold.
Dr. Ram's words are better than gold.
(For Joe's contest)
Your words have touched, so deep, within me
Reviving a part that lay dormant for some time
To where, my dear, through words I do now see
That the life I have, was always there as mine
Held captive, though, by a lack of rhyme
Emancipated, I am, to venture as a poet
As my captor, now has fled, I’m free to write
Write, I shall, just as I’ve always known it
My quill be filled with ink both day and night
I thank you my dear friend for my new insight
My mind is blank
I cannot think
My words just sink
and I'm left with nothing but a keyboard
Straining my brain
in the wrong lane
trying to stay sane
my mind is breaking and this I can't afford
Finally a notion
wheels are in motion
like the churning of an ocean
the words came and oh how they poured
Feeling so cheerful
pleasant not tearful
no longer fearful
my writings took off and they soared
by: Virginia Frayer
I pace the corners of my brain
Back and forth, forth and back
But the words never make their appearance
I scratch at the cracks of my cortex
Tearing everything away like a mad man
Demanding to get a peek at inspiration
But I only found cob-webs and dust
Impatiently I freak out
Shoving the words
But the words shove back
Letting me know
Who’s really in control here
I sit, defended by dear old writers block
Wondering if I’ll ever
Be the writer I intended to be.
Form:
i want words
there is
a feeling rolling
screaming
growing inside of me
i need words
emotion is
going crazy in me
and i desire the words
i need those words
to put down on paper
perserve this moment
but release this feeling
but the words are lost
trapped
and cant be found
i need those words
or this feeling will be trapped in me
the words
they are the key to my soul
the key is lost
and this pain cant be released
it weighs me down
suffocates me
i need words
I write about what people feel
Who have no words to say
I tell the story in simple words
To help them understand
What is the point of writing
If no one understands
The thoughts that come
Straight from the heart
To calm the soul of man
These words I put in simple form
Are not to boast or brag
But shine a light on a darkened day
Renewing the hope you have
I thank my lucky stars above
For the gift of words and rhyme
Truly this is the easier way
Even I can understand
In the battle of the poets
Closeted within their dens,
Words their only ammunition
Shooting from their ink filled pens,
Seeking phrase uniquely pretty
And an unused metaphor,
They have not the time to help me
Woo the one whom I adore.
Without muse or bard assistance
Am I equal to the game?
In trite words of deep devotion
Will the message be the same?
I can't say it grandiosely
As I beg you to be mine.
The old words will have to do then.
"Will you be my Valentine?"
The words I write are best defined
As tiny pieces of soul
Trapped within my troubled mind
An ache I can't console
The memories and the heartaches
Dripping through my pen
Tell the stories of my mistakes
And regret I feel within
They will tell you who I am today
And what I used to be
They'll tell you all I have to say
If you'll look carefully
The words I write are lifetime earned
Through joy, strife and pain
Memories of the things I've learned
Are now my paper's stain
J ust write a poem...that's what it said
U nderstanding not a word that has come into my head.
S o I just started to write some words to see
T hat they might just fit this category.
P roperly written in words that you'll read
O ver and over I hope to succeed.
E ven if I can't say something witty or trite
T hen again, let my words say that I've given it a fight.
R ight now I can't say that one word here even flows
Y es, fighting for words is all a poet does.