Words tingle when held in my hand.
Alphabet playing makes me high.
The why I do not understand
but feel with words, I might touch sky.
Fisted letters sharpen my sight.
Words tingle when held in my hand.
I feel dark’s layers, streams in light,
and know simple living is grand.
Poetry forms give depth to bland.
Freedom ink can pen much wisdom.
Words tingle when held in my hand.
Imagery runs through my system.
Prose, free verse and rhyme words align
when heartfelt words touchingly land
an emotive wrapped, zinging line.
Words tingle when held in my hand.
"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand." — Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
"I wanted you to see what real courage is,
instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand."
Courage is not always displayed by using your fist
Nor a weapon, as you will come to understand
It is said that true courage is being willing
to take the path that you believe in,
to be true to yourself and lead a life that's fulfilling
when all others take the easy way to follow the crowd.
Violence often denotes cowardice
Always stand up for the underdog by speaking out loud.
There's no debate. Don’t retaliate
If she makes you so mad, uses all the patience you had,
Dear son - Walk the other way!
If she hits you first , so your anger will burst,
If she blocks you, so you can’t leave, please believe,
My manly son – walk the other way !!!
Sometimes it takes more courage to do nothing and walk away.
There within it takes real courage than with a weapon in hand to stay.
Foolish man
Stay silent
For knowledge listens
And wisdom peers
With a loud cry, a strike of lightening and the fierceness of the wind.
It comes to bring balance.
It comes to bring peace.
It does not waver; it shows no favor.
For Justice, sees beyond what we can see.
Justice is here and it will stay until closure comes and peace is what remains.
And with a loud cry, Justice strikes and blows through the unjust with a fierceness that can only be calmed when balance is restored.
Justice is here and Justice will stay.
Sticks and stones may break the bones
But words can break the soul
Words stick to the mind like super glue
Replay over and over
Jumping over hurdles to get over
Imprinting the narrative
Creating self limiting blue prints
For we are our own beliefs
Sticks and stones will always be thrown
But words leave wholes the will never heal
They steal the places in the head
Where the mind is mislead
Casting aside logic
Like using black magic
Spell bound to the words that was said
Cutting deep deep inside the head
Sticks and stones may break the bones
But words can break the soul
Simple slip of the tongue
Cut throat to cut deep
Irrational words to speak
Casting aside your true beliefs
Becareful with the word's you speak
It can cause someone's soul to get buried deep
Simply by the words we choose to speak
"To be or not to be?"
Everyone must say that you see.
Now, that I've said it, too,
I bid goodbye to you.
You
have always been
a character
an appearance
reflecting
an inexplicable
You~~
Music can be without words, express yourself and not have to say it
The words are unspoken, never penned on a page.
They linger, ghostly shadows in the chambers of
my mind, elusive dreams dancing just beyond the
fingertips. Time unfurls like a silken ribbon,
stretching endlessly as I reach for them, only
to grasp at the air. They float through the
corridors of my thoughts, shimmering whispers
that fade with each passing moment.
In the silence, I chase echoes, like threads,
a tapestry of forgotten tales. Each thread is
a memory, tangled yet vibrant, a glimpse of
meaning forever just out of reach. The clock
ticks on, its hands relentless, as the final
curtain slowly descends upon my memories,
leaving behind only the faintest whispers.
What remains are the voices never heard, lost
in the depths of time, and those ethereal
words that escape my grasp—longing, dimly
remembered lost words, echoing into the void,
an eternal symphony of stories left untold.
The wailing of a long midnight
as burdened eyes carry much weight.
I leave you my tears from dismal light
without the will to bear or translate,
A rake piercing my threadbare sky.
The only thing I need to ask
is where's the balm of our goodbye
as somber air tries to unmask,
The wilted hours robbing time's grace
while frozen lips that have not kissed ;
the hope of summer's warm embrace
enduring my angst's prowl ...quite dismissed.
Somehow, new clouds roam to unfold
and whisper, 'some things you learn best
in calm and some in storm', gentle yet bold -
Strengthened by fate... upon stars' behest.
Pens do not merely stain papers,
They are swords to fight battles seldom won.
Poets don their armor of words and thoughts,
And cry bloody war to keep the ink from turning red.
We stand tall in the face of hunger,
Starving for morsels of change to fill our appetite.
Our muses know no discrimination,
As we weave tales that travel lands long forgotten.
We cry out in plea through silent letters,
And render life to those who have lost their will.
We are poets --
Thus we exist for all,
And all exist for us.
Doing
seems as moving
then~nothing is
moving~nothing
Doing~~
If
separation seems
and most would
say it does~but
the word "seems"
is nothing seeming
as separation~ a
wake-up call for
no one~~
Not
knowing is
a conventional term
for unease with a
desperate need
for a fix~
which seems to
veil a suggested
freedom to know
and not know~~
Poets mold ideas with heart and soul-
at first scattered, coming from the mind.
Poetry is born from deeper wells
where metaphor and nuance craft words
which the mind alone cannot foresee.
A trance-like hunt to gather their best flow
rising above in a rhythmic dance
there to splay a vision unforeseen
leaving every reader's heart fulfilled.
Lover on Carmague, separate from the rest
all gallop free
I wanted to gallop alone
to seek sanity in mist with my Heart Song :
“BEWARE ; FOR I AM FEARLESS, AND THEREFORE POWERFUL.”
on a Christmas Eve I birthed another
then melted into Sunrays
he stood alone on psalming plain, neighing
watching my dissolution
it was up to him to follow
a path of wild solitude
fearlessness and power
with black butterflies fluttering
around a filly’s white mane
from Sunrays he sucked Mother’s amber warmth
a Child of the Wilderness, tottering in a breeze his Healer’s Heart holding secrets of decades to come
Run my Fearless Powerful Filly Run !
~~~~~~~~~
[Quote by : Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Sponsor : Crystol Woods
6/11/25
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You know
it's not what you know
or who you know
it's what you know
about whom you know
and I know you know
'You know'
are the most
abused over-used
words today
you know
I'd be happy
if never again
I hear anyone say
'You know'
but wherever you go
there they are
on the lips
of all your friends
and you know
it never ends
they're on TV
and radio
I'm so tired
of listening to
'You know'
you know
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