May we be blessed as we build the fire that lights our life….
to surround ourselves with people here about…
Who are there to fan the flames…
not put that fire out.
everyone has pearls and gems of insight,
learn to delve beyond the surface ~
but know that nature also imparts
wisdom your soul deserves to hear
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
As the world turns
adjustments are made.
Spinning around as life enviably moves up and then down -
Heard without much sound.
Unless one listens closely to the noises which are created from all which surrounds.
UP and DOWN.
pink paragon
renders no features;
a buoyant olive
shouldered above florid wings.
golden halo, open ring.
nature’s schmooze, profound.
deeply saturated midnight
in the labyrinth of the deep.
peacock blush of fancied feathers.
the heart beats
a magnanimous red,
emphatically so,
with corona seeds
like rays of the sun.
Max’s angel in surround sensation
would overwhelm the flesh.
the scent of peak, kaleidoscopic climax, meridian elocution -
an euphoric Eden.
Butterfly
Passing by
It's colors catch my eye
Sitting silently watching all,
Around the corner comes fall
Looking around there is so much to see
Leaning against this tree
Watching nature play
Such a beautiful day
Leaves are changing
The colors rearranging
Birds chirping all around
Such a harmonious symphony is natures sound
This is where my peace is found
Sitting against this fallen tree
Loving all I see
Watching the setting sun
Saying the day is done
Such colors caressing my eyes
Looking up at the darkening skies
My soul cries
What a beautiful night
The moon so bright
Whatever is good is God.
Whomever chooses to be bad is just evil
So let the foul pollute himself.
Whomever continues to lie let them lie
bad liars must have good memories:
Today, my avocation is what help me
Its help deal with the madness, that surround me:
It only takes the one, two, three to set off my anxiety
“The thoughts you resist persist.” quote:
The positive energy I retain, I immediately give off
a hearty welcome, with a smile is just letting you all know
That I appreciated every one of you.
Whatever is good is God:
Whomever, chooses to be bad is just evil
My life is an open book, as I reveal it my poetry writing
Some folks do plastic surgery to better themselves
I improve my minds with my writing,
Words are my friends, so I surrounded myself with words
As my broken heart hurt me my writing improve like
A crying baby who was given a lollipop:
At times brain sax calm me,
Lying awake wouldn’t help the situation,
But the tick Tok tick sound of rain, might:
I choose my words carefully,
Because the manufacturers lie at times
All sizes don’t fit all.
When I die I will become a princess she told us.
My satin dress will be full of vivid flower prints.
They will be so lifelike, butterflies will surround me.
I will look fabulous, and my hair will be curly.
Will you be young again? Asked a child.
I am not certain of this, she replied.
Youth was never my strong suit, so probably not.
When she died she got exactly what she expected.
She wore a gorgeous satin dress, butterflies engulfed her.
She was thrilled to discover that life did not stop at the veil.
It continued on, exactly as she had planned in her mind’s eye.
Now she wished she had dreamed of something better for herself.
Shadows surround me in
my den of iniquity
Satanic sprites flit across walls
faint traces of smoke inhabit the halls
I draw forth my sword
Lunge at the air
Alas and alack ~
I've laid my Muse bare
Unicorn dreams surrounded his mind
He was a docile man, caring and kind.
Pixies and dervish were chased away.
This was a sweet soul, Mr. La Cray.
Pink angels were called to give him some grace
Saint Peter met him with an impulsive embrace
Rainbows appeared and someone played a harp.
He had a gentle soul and was empathetically sharp.
In Silk and Dreams, breakfast at Tiffany’s
nights of lavender lace, mornings with dew
a highlighted garden of mysteries
waterfall wishes, windblown thoughts of you
In a playground of desire, succeeded
candle flickering a flame, whispers true
a familiar song- Just What I Needed
waterfall wishes, windblown thoughts of you
In a Shakespearean Sonnet, refrain
nights of lavender lace, mornings with dew
echos in flight, blossoms against the rain
waterfall wishes, windblown thoughts of you
In blushing shades and twilight symphonies
In Silk and Dreams, breakfast at Tiffany’s
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* Just a little Scribble *
(Because Love is in the Air)
Songs ~
Deep Blue Something - Breakfast At Tiffany's
The Cars - Just What I Needed (1978)
The piles of pills and magazines
Amid Kleenex boxes and paraffin’s.
Bring a crazy look to the house of the queens.
Queen of clutter retaining her piles
Queen of hoarding tries on different smiles
Queen of procrastination putting on miles.
Let’s clean this place up suggests the king.
He is truly the worst messer most have seen.
But hey none of them really like to clean.
So they got out books with maids inside.
Could they live with a stranger to abide?
None thought they could so they continued to hide.
Under bushel baskets of junk galore.
Slender paths unseen when you came in the door.
They lived in their squalor fifty years or more.
Messy queen of clutter was the first to go.
She left after Queen of Hoarding called her a ‘ho’.
Queen of procrastination out the door next.
King standing alone in clutter, truly perplexed.
The walls surround me
And my thoughts don’t let me be
For the one I love has gone
To leave me all alone
I struggle through these long days
And I cry whilst sadness stays
For when I made mistakes
The heartache now is more than I can take
When I go out alone and think of you without me
I hold my head up so my friends won’t see
Trying to hide my tears as over they spill
My heartache I feel is so real.
© Paul Warren Poetry
In the dark
Is where you will find yourself
If you do not shape up
And get some help
Avoid hanging around bad company
For they are the ones who bring you down
There is a cloudy scenery
You will fall right to the ground
You know they speak a lot
Yet no words leap from their tongues
So loud
You can't hear a sound
Darkness surrounding me
But I still see
Why is this happening to me?
Searching for clarity
To only find uncertainty
Is this too much for me?
I believe
There is no light
At the end of the tunnel
Only heartache and broken dreams
You'll see
What this all means to me
Trying to stay sane
When all is lost
Baby hold on
My world is gone
Surround yourself with people
Who lift you up and promote the positive
March on your path to greatness
For you only have one life to live
The time is now
Forge ahead and be a success
It is all in your mind
Continue to strive for excellence
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