Whatever happened to ‘Rap?’
I think they’re about to play ‘Taps’
Hey there, come gather 'round,
I’ve got a story, n it's got a sound,
my page here, is where the magic's at,
so grab a seat, let’s have a chat!
With Pivotal Poetry, you can follow along,
my rhythms echo, it’s where you belong,
escape with me, let the magic unwind,
in the realm of words, expand your mind.
Pivotal Poetry, it's my voice, it's my art,
feel the rhythm, it’s a soulful start,
dancing through the stanzas, painting with my heart,
each line a brushstroke, creating my art.
In the quiet of the night, or the bright sunshine,
every word I craft is a moment divine,
sharing my thoughts, in this lyrical space,
join the journey, let’s embrace the grace.
To know me better, just listen or read,
in each twist and turn, find the stories you need,
with every cup of coffee, I find my delight,
brewing inspiration, fueling up my night.
A blend of emotions, the perfect brew,
in this poetic cafe, there's space for you too.
So grab that cup, let’s toast to the day,
with Pivotal Poetry, let’s dance, let’s play!
Wrap Your Arms Around The Earth
Destruction around the world.
Mother nature at work.
Storms on the rise.
Buildings on fire.
Wiped off the map.
Submerged and trapped.
Need a heavenly blessing.
World crisis at the brink.
A hard life after the flood.
Bridges collapse, going under.
Survive After the storm.
Many homes are gone.
Wrap your arms around the earth.
With so many impacted areas.
Reach out for those in need.
Water subsiding.
All overwhelming.
Another hurricane.
Just heartbreaking.
Nothing will be the same.
Wrap Your Arms Around The Earth
Destruction around the world.
Mother nature at work.
Storms on the rise.
Buildings on fire.
Wiped off the map.
Submerged and trapped.
Need a heavenly blessing.
World crisis at the brink.
A hard life after the flood.
Bridges collapse, going under.
Survive After the storm.
Many homes are gone.
Wrap your arms around the earth.
With so many impacted areas.
Reach out for those in need.
Water subsiding.
All overwhelming.
Another hurricane.
Just heartbreaking.
Nothing will be the same.
Wrap me in your silk like a dream, a moment worth keeping beneath closed eyes,
Perhaps I'll be wounded or thawed by the warmth that tenderly seeps within,
The frenzy of the shawl’s thread weaves my thoughts, like a circle of fate,
For warmth or for death—a choice binding my soul to freedom's gate.
I must capture the triumph of warmth, a crown of shawl that holds me tight,
Better to be a beacon of light, beyond the flight of life that soars high,
But shall I not be absent when the call is heard, or will you fade into twilight?
Will I find you in the late dusks, a shadow of night’s devotion bright?
Perhaps a void of love in the night, an abyss that knows no bounds,
I will never cease to watch and pause, frozen by the mysteries profound,
Always remaining with its breeze, a thrill that never fades away,
Between life’s shadows and the flickering light in the distance, ever astray.
Child on Santa's lap
Decorations high
Band playing carols
Girls wrap many gifts
Mall is so crowded
Christmas Spirit
People joyous
Excitement wow,
My legs are tired
Silent Night
A child's laugh
Loud Singing
Turkey
Muffins
Cake
Contest Entry: A Grounding Technique
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Dated: 2024/12/11
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In life…things will not always go the way we’d like…
In the midst of our joy…sad moment will be found.
May we be blessed when those moments arise
to have someone to wrap our arms around.
Nothing excites or amazes me now,
I've either done it, seen it
Or heard about how.
I can read it, need it and heed it in 2 hours
But there's nothing out there that really inspires,
Not like way back when, as I'd brood at the thought
Of backpacking in Asia or
something of the sort
No. Now, though I'm thankful I'm alive and breathing,
Such a pity that humanity oft leaves me seething
Is Proximate to Intoxicant ~ as Protestant is to Contestant
I fear I am going to be buried
with emotions I’m suffocating in;
Wrapped up I pop those bubbles;
Filling the air many size bubbles,
poke a hole I’m no longer buried;
A blanket that I can breathe in;
Through the hole light comes in
illuminating the moody bubbles;
Optimism floats sour is buried;
With a smile I lie buried in bubbles.
Lisa and I wrap and rap for Christmas.
Can you imagine the two of us doing that?
We’ve got Christmas playlists going
Christmas scented candles glowing,
and milky hot-chocolate flowing.
“Stir the marshmallows with the candy canes,”
Lisa says, like that’s something she has to explain.
We’re humming, singing and laughing,
and dancing because we’re happy.
We’re dashing to finish our wrapping,
we can’t have our suitemates catching
us executing the plans we’re hatching
to surprise them with gifts, enchanting.
The paper’s exotic, delicate and glittery
bought at Boyars Gifts, in New York City.
Why do the scissors keep getting lost?
Getting low on scotch-tape - we’ve used a lot.
We’ll be putting them, sneakily, under the tree
where they’ll add glamor and tease to our festivities.
I love the lights of the season - I love giving gifts.
For me, playing Santa is as good as it gets.
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let me see that!
two cheetahs looked together into one cell phone
neither of them appear pleased
Selfie take twenty-two one announces
it is so difficult working with persnickety cheetahs
says the assistant director
It’s a wrap says the director, worried now because
one bares his teeth
and the other one begins a chase
hoped for
white down
but it's
saran wrap
settling dust
soak staining
weathered wood
laquering streets
warming bars
and hearts
gray wool
hugging the earth
softly
snuggling me
on this
see-your-breath
morning
I come in different shades,
Like the ones in a rainbow cake.
I taste in different shapes,
I was mixed like a milkshake.
I was blended with coconut milk
As soft as silk.
Try me,
You'll never forget me.
Or else
I'll wrap you myself!
We used to laugh, we used to cry.
We used to sweat, we used to dry.
We come and go, with "ho" or "hi"
Under the sky, we used to try.
Talk low and high, with "yo" or sigh.
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