Leaf got cried,
On moving apart.
The pain wandered
Inside a Lil heart.
The living trend,
Lasting for long
Blowed the wind
Asking the will along!
To separate heartily
Relations on a bid!
Aparting soul merrily!
Getting a silent rid!
The determine lasts
One the only will,
Before moments pass,
Earlier to be shrinked!
Asking for a heart
Emotions let filled!
One with fond arts
Living love still!
English versifier Ray Stebbings
to poetry the tetractys did bring
A complete thought in just one phrase
with 20 syllables to amaze
Beat poet Allen Ginsberg
versifier to both seen&heard
The embodiment of all things anarchic
a performance art so hypnotic
Cambridgeshire's John Suckling
poetry's versifier king
Also part of his baggage
he invented a board or cribbage
The only soup, which blends the flavors from every nook of the world.
I too am an ingredient and I feel proud.
Not a pro, still today I count my writes.
I thankyou all for this wonderful platform:)
To my surprise,
No family member ever admires,
What I write and how I describe.
Neither I am an English student.
Nor am I a professional versifier.
Nah! I don’t even know the genre and type.
It is just Poetry Soup, which strives to hone,
My every thought, expression and song!
Every time I open to see how many views, how many likes.
I feel glad when my mentors cherish and recognise!
Yes, they are always by my side!
It’s not for fun that I write,
Poetry teaches me how to appreciate and empathise.
Let’s me share my laughs and hide my cries!
Helps to express during lows and highs!
Feel and sense the unseen,
Gather courage to express and mean,
From vocabulary to character, poetry adds a beautiful sheen.
Quotes…Stories….Blog…..Poetry; choose as per your forte!
A beautiful fragrant bouquet.
An ambiance which positively motivates.
Poetry soup deserves encomiums and accolades.
Drivetrain of a Poem
During lapsed conscious hours, I have often
wondered and received mutable counsel
in varied tongues– at times uninvited.
This time it was virtual dream.
I sensed caress of a presence
while my pen was stringing strewn patches of
similes, metaphors, rhythm and rhyme.
“I am watching you from a vantage point
and your skull is no barrier.”
He went on: “I see the marauding
lines on the ridges of your mind,
It seems you are a struggling versifier.
Creation is neither forethought nor a whim.
It hails from the sky and gains access
through the pores of skull.
Mind gets hacked and moves to a different zone.
Chatter picks up in the synapses
seeking untapped cerebral sectors.
Trivial transmitters are kept at bay.
Brain hoes banal growth: new thinking sprouts.
Frontal inhibitions are banished.
All gates fling open.
No more sentries! No checkpoints!
No fly zone for the critic's megaphone!
Unleashed limbic flow of emotions is
nourished by a Gamma spike in the brain.
There! You pirouette with the lines
and feel the Aha moment.
The sounds of words can shake the skies
or cut an ego down to size,
when knowing sages have their say
of fitting words to seize the day,
conveying wisdom from the wise.
An avid versifier tries
through orphic craft to harmonize
with sense and lyric overlay
the sounds of words.
From inner cosmos may arise
the wordless visions word defies
that seek to find a worded way
with synesthetic interplay,
and thus in poem crystallize
the sounds of words.
~ Harley White
I'm not in the military
Nor do I fight mystic fairy's
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I a... bard
literary words
Love sonnets, songs served
I want to hear the words... ballad-monger, troubadour
My love for you all the words;
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I a bard
Sometimes I'm a rhymester, rhymer, sonneteer, lyricist
Versifier verse-maker, heart fixer or just a poet
let me romantically write for thee
bards a poet, reciting epic love and warring conviction be
Associated with a particular oral tradition
Could I envision
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I ...a bard
Lyrist elegist, I love those love songs dear
Just a swan
Rhymist maker metrics within a song
I find it hard
Being called idyllist Parnassian poeticule
When in myself I'm found if odd, Alleluia
I am a bard?
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I ...a bard
6/26/19
Inspired by comments and words from Pandita Sanchez
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Versifier - A communion.
The sacrifice, adore, psalms - divine,
Inner devotion is emotion, commotions of thought,
Truth - from estranged proverbs, severe afflictions of the sacred heart,
Verity is fact, the axiom domain,
The path - flames of sentiment,
A sacred grail, of poured emotions.
The Diva flows.
This is Poetry Diva show.
Give them what you got.
Share a piece of your mind.
The hits this Diva writes are for you to like.
The poems this Diva crooned are to groove only you.
Her voice is smooth to put you in a intimate move.
She is the versifier that will set your heart afire.
The Diva emanates.
This Poetry Diva will surge.
Share a piece of your mind.
Give them the last word.
This Diva, as a rhymester, does not have to rehearse.
She is so bard that all will hang onto every verse.
Her voice is to croon you into night.
She is poetry emergence insight in life.
Surface
Come Out
Into the light
Poetry Diva Tonight!
This is I mesmerizing.
A transgression that has materialized from
out of the darkness into your lives.
My voice is to drone you and fill you with desire
just a political heartbeat to your mind.
Poetry Diva
Poetry Diva
I am Poetry Diva [and]
This is Poetry Diva’s night!
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Penned April 25, 2014!
Any Poetess knows her writing style.
She knows her swagger.
Her arrogance is in her words.
She struts even when she is not being vulgar.
She is a Poetry Diva.
Visionary
A Dreamer
True Reformer
Excellent
Diva of Poetry
Her mind is preoccupied to her theme.
She is topical in her poetry scheme.
She mesmerizes her vocabulary.
She is a Foreign Indian's Fairy.
A Poetry Diva's libretti conjure.
Unique
First-class
Idyllic Rhymester
A Wordsmith of Poetry
Bard – A Diva
Many times, she deciphers.
More than often, she’ll depict.
It would be her expression she lives within.
She is refined.
Within veracity, a Poetry Diva speaks her mind.
Versifier
Set your soul afire
Awaken your spirit into night
Lyricist
Diva Poetess
Ill-mannered she is not.
She does not write half-cocked.
She can be so male gaited.
Golden is her unique way.
A Poetry Diva is a platformer.
Wonderful
Magnificent
Ideal Utopian
Such a romantic lover,
Poetry Diva is enamored!
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Penned April 24, 2014!
For Kelly Deschler Contest Poems About Poetry
2nd Place
POETRY DIVA COMPLETE!
A Diva flows.
Austere and tall
Strong and powerful
Not a versifier to deny
True to form with her rhyme!
A Diva flows.
Austere and tall, when I walk...
Strong and powerful, when I talk...
Not a versifier to deny!
I am true to form with my rhyme.
____________________________________________________________|
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: any poem # 20
POETRY DIVA
A Diva flows.
Austere and tall, when I walk...
Strong and powerful, when I talk...
Not a versifier to deny!
I am true to form with my rhyme.
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Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
Contest Name Rhyme Battle: Round FIVE!
PETUNIA IN AN ONION PATCH
You’re always talking incessantly about beauty
Or whinging about life’s sadness and duty!
Just cant stand you people called poets
I’d sooner listen to my horse chomping oats
And your so-called rhyme schemes are a joke
As if the writer was just out of coke -
A bit like Coleridge writing Kubla Khan -
Now there was a high-flying man!
Your poems oughta stay on the off-ramp wall
And never grace the written page at all
But now and again a real versifier comes along
Not simply capable of penning words for a song;
She has wisdom and laughter in each line
And the taste of her rhyme is fine wine,
One moment raising my spirit in cheers
Then swaying my soul, and pouring out tears.
Her subtle profusion of tenderness coy
And her child-like wild soul’s unending joy,
Are my inspiration to go on and write
Another admiring poetic effort tonight.
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Written for and entered in
Vienna Bombardieri’s Contest Let me have it then kiss my petunia
Versifier
cut from Johnson’s
gospel to uncover
humanity’s peepshow into
one another’s psyche
hungry for composition
from the anagram of
thought out of which
few valorous strains survive
conversion to golden flickers
through conduits of lead
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
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