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Healing words both yours, mine ... are understood and mis-understood
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Poets: true artists or activists somehow know poetic license, justice, injustice
Categories:
wordsmiths, wisdom, word play, words,
Form: Monoku
The word smiths are the poets and the writers.
Sometimes they make your days even brighter.
All because they can make your daily loads seem lighter.
Yes the word smiths can either make you laugh, and smile.
They can even succeed in making you cry.
Causing salty tear drops to freely flow from your
sorrow laden eyes.
They can make your problems seem to almost magically
disappear. By seeing their own reflections in your mirror.
They know your suffering and your inner most pain.
Doing their very best to explain the game of life to others
such as you.
The word smiths seek to inform and enlighten you
according to their own particular views and mind sets.
Often they look at the whole wide wonderful world
we live in with "rose colored glasses." By seeking
enlightenment for the media's masses.
The word smiths of this blue planet earth we fondly
refer to as our home. Would be completely lost
without their fellow readers and writers.
Where else would they have to offer for inspiration?
Is it sad there is not freedom of the press in
every nation?
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 02, 2020
Categories:
wordsmiths, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Narrative
When I go out to speak,
I mean to be heard,
giving voice to the spoken word.
I am one of many,
one of the chosen few,
of a distinguished crew.
Poets who answered the call,
Wordsmiths, Storytellers
Versifiers, master mighty mouth
Manipulators and speakers of the truth.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Young and old alike.
Tonight, those of us
who are not wrapped too tight.
Can only hope to hold your attention,
With a world’s fair of the words.
Whenever we choose
to stand and vent.
It is a poetic expressions event.
We dim the lights
in someone’s living room.
Appear in the middle of a café
sometimes with a Dee Jay.
Making our stand accompanied by a band,
in the spotlight on stage.
Or in the middle of Bookstores,
Bars and Restaurants.
Standing on a soapbox
in New York’s Time Square.
That’s right I’ve been there.
Poets everywhere at some point
Stand on a rock and scream
at the world.
To say or to convey,
To spit or express
To give nothing less
Than their very best.
When we go out to speak,
We mean to be heard,
Giving voice to the spoken word.
Categories:
wordsmiths, character, dedication, poetry, spoken
Form: Free verse
Grandiose words above my head
If I’m in the mood for them I will look them up
If I am not, I will pass over this missive quickly.
Down to earth easy words appreciated.
Heartfelt words endear themselves to me, giving me joy.
Sad sorrowful words, reduce my heart to ashes.
Poets who understand words captivate and enthrall me.
Spin me on my head, and twirl me in the air.
I dance and prance to the right words.
I sing some, and laugh with others.
Word players and wordsmiths, delight me every day.
Words are volatile, brave, fun, and exciting.
Words entice me, and inspire me.
Words, glorious words.
I cannot fathom life without them.
Even telepathy uses words.
Categories:
wordsmiths, word play, words,
Form: Free verse
~Once upon a rhyme, many years ago~
a charm of wordsmiths gathered on an emerald mountain
took dreamy strolls on piney paths along its golden crown
dipped their wits and winsome in a pastel painted lake
while sun and shadow played a game of time charades.
The moon unchained a spray of applauding stars
from the muses hearts the gemstones gently flowed
like a rush of songs from a bevy of meadowlark
Shakespeare's ghost stirring just beyond the glow.
All the while the old poetess listened quietly
her novella etched in the eyes and beech bark hands
seeing things the green sprigs would never see
her cane tapping stardust into an empty hourglass...
The coals slipping silently into quiet blush
as sonnets wove seamlessly upon a quilted brush.
A ruby throated angel fanning poetic vows
sealing us to our muse in a jaded stand of boughs..
We bid farewell and made promises we'd never keep.
carving weighted hearts into the shag bark of memory.
Categories:
wordsmiths, friendship, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Whirly
Windy
Willing
Wordsmiths
W is for whimsical words
Wishful, witty, wildly, warm words.
Categories:
wordsmiths, write,
Form: Tyburn
Wordsmith
dour, drab embellished
don't recite read out loud
stop for a pause never stop writing
be difficult, obscure be clear express self
ignore other poets read many good poems
procrastinate, delay expedite, keep on track
wait till words come search for words till done
writing is a task, adopted writing is a pleasure, a calling
never be intiminated by editors believe in yourself and your abilities
write when you have opportunity write to a schedule in planned sessions
Categories:
wordsmiths, tree,
Form: Free verse
Words reside alone in time and space;
Only sentient minds their roots trace.
Etymologists bring accents, forms to the surface;
Lexicographers establish a chronological base.
In dark, library basements, archivists file in database;
In academic institutes, linguists their value appraise.
Calligraphers, Engravers with artistic touch glaze.
Phrases the syntactical bridge brace,
and cultured interlocutor platforms grace.
Idioms the colloquial strains do lace;
Sages their poignant advice encase.
Ethnographers stride where lingua francas interface.
Truisms sculpt a vernacular face;
Politicians their trite maxims raise.
Categories:
wordsmiths, art, career,
Form: Rhyme
God.
How I love writing
It teeters on frightening
Drawn in by the lightening
By one all encompassing word
Wrapped in verve
A wordsmiths perv
Categories:
wordsmiths, slam,
Form: Free verse