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If it wasnt for poetry

rising from deep down under
we feel bliss in our bones
gushing in our veins
divine magnetism 
renewing rapture 
of joy ineffable 
so we exult
song of our heart 
effervescence of soul
in a rhythm reverberating
mellifluous music of the spheres 
throbbing thus at our very core
entwining us with existence 
dissolving space and time
cajoling us to articulate
how ripples in the void
manifests within form
soul’s innate lustre
across all octaves
of agape love

If It Wasnt For Poetry

From the very depths of my inner being I cherish  poetry,
without the written verse I’d  be impoverished as a person,
literary projects spur me on to otherworldy epic peaks,
an open channel with furtherance from lexicons endowed,
golden opportunity for human pathos rich and fair,
stomach-wrenching pain, joyous peals of  laughter, mental stimulus,
visions I adhere to have a wider world impetus,
the comity of fellow authors and their honest feedback,
diplomatic goodwill hint at barren lapse within my canon,
and gracious honeyed Bon Mot of peer group kudos on occasions,
that  angst-ridden moment before a contest sponsor judgement,
bold gasp of relief at higher placement than expected,
or just as likely glum expression at the baleful NA,
in support a staunch muse Jay A Pallen shed her light,
loyal and demonstrative sister, whose sparkling eyes ooze warmth,
sagacious councillor supreme, bestowing love on this bard and their ardent stanza,
who brought to my attention bewitching vistas waiting to be captured,
influencer of my first ever piece  “Downward Plod,”
shortlisted for Creative Writing Ink poet challenge,
where this writer’s magic life-enhancing odyssey began

If it wasnt for poetry

Poetry can be a critical liaison when words are fashioned,
that do not please the beholder's eyes.

I'm a poet without a pen, weaving woes on a digital canvas.
Forgive my rhyme-less heart, I've sinned in murky metaphors, 
lost in my own sea of thoughts, with 3am rants and riddles, 
composed in sleepless synonyms from this insomniac mind.

But if it wasn't for poetry, would I have felt his love and deep compassion? 
For within his sonnets, I've found my poetic savior, 
cathartically soothing these inner demons. 

He is now my muse, my reason to rise and write, becoming the lyrical antidote,
prompting my fingers to type beyond just tainted thoughts,
showing me a reality that tastes sweeter than the fruitiest cocktail. 

If it wasn't for poetry, I wouldn't have known,
that there's more to this life than diamonds and gold. 

I'm now an accidental poet beautifying pain with colors stolen,
from sunsets and moonrise, across his faultless skies.

If it wasnt for Poetry

If it wasn't for Poetry 
Where would I be? 

I would still be here, but, 
Not who I am today! 

Poetry made a way for me to connect,
with the one inside that has so much to give.

Poetry is my voice when I need to scream or laugh.
When fury beats from the inside or love swoons into flight. 
The, me that I really am, the one I am created to be. 

If it wasn't for Poetry 
I wouldn't have a way to truly praise God, the one who created the words
for me to say about deep things or just things of the day. 

If there wasn't Poetry 
I would not have known 
I have a voice! 

If there wasn't Poetry 
I would be locked up, in a prison of words.
I need there to be Poetry.

IF IT WASNT FOR POETRY

IF IT WASN’T FOR POETRY

If it wasn’t for poetry, I’d be free
Not a reluctant slave to my muse
Yet with just one occasional verse
The universe suddenly is focussed
Words that singly lacked meaning
Can combine and multiply emotion
Such that it made one draw breath
Seeing a glimpse of something real
That would not otherwise be born
Nor inspire some unknown reader
Perhaps even unaware of the craft
With a link across time and space

If It Wasnt For Poetry

Sharing 
what we have in common or delineating our differences through the medium of wrought words communicates a compelling narrative -
Captivation of beauty, 
passion of love,
kindness of heart, 
joy of happiness,
tragedy of tears, 
hope of healing, 
wit of wisdom -
the grand gamut of human emotions wouldn’t be shared if not for the language and vocabulary of Poetry.

Would You Love Me If I Wasnt a Poet

Would you love me if I wasn't a poet
I ask you because I do need to know it
Something I never dared ask you before 
Do you find poetry something you abhor.

You tell me you love the poems I write
But get angry when I write through the night
That’s the time the muse is at its best
The words come easily when I’m at rest.

Sweetheart all I need is to hear you say
If I wasn’t a poet you’d be here to stay.

Darling I have told you time after time
If you wasn’t a poet you’d still be mine
But writing your poetry all night long
Can’t you see that lack of sleep is so wrong.

Truthfully your words mean the world to me
Who wouldn’t love to receive such poetry
I’ve kept each poem under lock and key
They’re my greatest treasures, honestly.

Would I love you if you wasn’t a poet
Yes I would, come here and I’ll show it.

At Least I Wasnt Hungry

When we sat down at the table
I didn’t have a hunch
It would be thirty-four dollars
To have a bite of lunch

My wife had eggs and bacon,
And I had chips with pork
For thirty-four dollars
I should have snagged a fork

I guess I’m getting old
Inflation’s getting real
I guess I really miss my
Seven dollar meals

It Wasnt Me

I’ll go on a limb
And say it was him

Oh no you don’t 
I swear you won’t 

With a grain of salt 
Should I accept fault 

But it wasn’t me
Just leave me be

You’re both to blame
Feel some shame

Why Wasnt I Enough

i’m kind and i’m caring and i do my best to make sure that i put you first but when you went away my days were full of rain because i knew i wasn’t enough oh god why was i not good enough when i saw you with her i wanted to say hello but it just wasn’t enough oh god i’m not good enough so i’ll do better next time please just give me a next time so that i can be good enough

Forgiveness Wasnt Forgetting

Forgiveness wasn’t Forgetting
Written: by Miracle Man
12-2-2019

At seventeen I saw something,
that I’ve always regretted seeing.
Causing me to leave home early,
some wondering why I was fleeing.

 Both parties have long since passed,
to whom this concerns.
But at times I see this picture,
that in my mind still churns.

This happening long ago,
I avowed I was forgiving.
But sixty-five years later,
I find this picture, I’m reliving.

To this thought altering act,
I’ve been a periodic slave.
Since I’m the only living witness,
it goes with me to my grave.

Were they sorry for their deed,
or that they were caught.
One sought God’s forgiveness,
for the pain that was wrought.

Though this was something,
perhaps both parties had regret.
Now I question my forgiveness,
when I’m unable to forget?

I Wish It Wasnt Over

Our love was like a lucid dream
I thought I was hallucinating, hooked on LSD
her looks were so intimidating
hearing the word "yes" seemed unlikely
her skin was warm like summer
love blinded me and I became much dumber

It Was Said It Wasnt Anything

It was said that it wasnt anything 
but with your help it became many things 
for words are what build  
and make action's 
It was said that it wasn't anything 
but daily because of consistency 
for someone it became their 
inner  inspiration to  believe 
beyond site of what was seen 
When I see what you have laid 
and I see you daily at what you 
do I know that stability it is 
you  , your word's when they 
said it wasnt anything the 
blessing was in what  you 
continued to do

While I Wasnt Watching

While I wasn’t watching
A child was taught to hate
While I wasn’t watching
The hungry were told to wait
While I wasn’t watching
The future was betrayed
I finally looked and saw that a generation had lost its faith

While I wasn't watching
Another species died
While I wasn't watching
Another mother cried
While I wasn't watching
Another politician lied
I finally turned to look away and seek a place to hide

While I wasn’t watching
We settled into complacency
While I wasn’t watching
Dreams wandered aimlessly
While I wasn’t watching
The mirror waited patiently
I looked, but it was hard to see a path out of our apathy

While I wasn’t watching
The unknown became the enemy
While I wasn’t watching
Truth was sacrificed silently
While I wasn’t watching
I lost track of the good in me
I looked up, and saw that we have a shared destiny

Now that I’m watching
I must acknowledge the things I see
Now that I’m watching
What I was missing saddens me
Now that I’m watching
Can I help avoid another tragedy?
I see a chance to atone for my sins, and help restore sanity

I Know Somebody Hurt You - But It Wasnt Me

Well and I can tell just by looking into your eyes
your heart has been broken many times but if
you could just make yourself believe in love again
I could prove to you my love knows no end, I could
be forever yours and you could be forever mine...
I KNOW SOMEBODY HURT YOU BUT IT
WASN'T ME no, so come here and let me hold you
let me love your pain away baby don't be 
scared to put your trust in me, I know exactly
what you need...a little TLC, a little sympathy
a little romance honey, don’t give up on love so
easy, I KNOW SOMEBODY HURT YOU BUT
IT SURE WASN'T ME...
So put the past behind you now and you'll
be glad you did when you discover I can be
your best friend and your dream lover if you could
only surrender, surrender to me somehow
surrender to me now 'cuz...
I KNOW SOMEBODY HURT YOU BUT IT
WASN'T ME no, so come here and let me hold you
let me love your pain away baby don't be 
scared to put your trust in me, I know exactly
what you need...a little TLC, a little sympathy
a little romance honey, don’t give up on love so
easy, I KNOW SOMEBODY HURT YOU BUT
IT WASN'T ME, IT SURE WASN'T ME!

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