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TAKING ROOT
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A field of snow before the first footprint.
My hand hovers, a hesitant bird
above the frozen ground.
What seeds to scatter here?
What thaw to coax from the barren space?
A word takes root.
Another follows, tentative, green shoots
pushing through the icy crust.
It unfurls, tentative,
a fragile bloom pushing through concrete,
nourished by doubt and desire.
The pen, a conduit,
trembling at first, then finding its rhythm,
a dance between intention and impulse.
The page surrenders,
accepting the ink's embrace,
the birth of something new,
A poem emerges, breathing,
where only emptiness resided before.
Pen, ink and paper join forces,
Opening up a wonderful story.
Everyone will enjoy reading,
My dancing words are now a poem.
making others feel worthless does not increase the value of ourselves
"LISTEN to the Wind as it sparks your imagination giving life to the words you write." By Poet
LISTEN to the wind as it softy blows,
so soft it can barely be felt as I write.
As I find gentle words for my pen to write with,
words filled with love and peace for my reader.
LISTEN to the wind as it blows the leaves,
colorful fall leaves dance across the ground.
Now let my words dance in pretty fall colors,
dance across the written page for you to enjoy.
LISTEN to the wind as it blows in a storm,
winds are picking up with mighty power.
Powerful words can blow in both good and bad,
exciting my many readers saying, wow!
LISTEN to the wind as it blows in words,
windchimes will now start to sing to you and me.
Singing chimes and words can bring love to the air,
for a heavenly choir to sing out loud.
LISTEN to the wind as it sparks my writing,
and imagination giving life to my words,
making my readers celebrate what they have read.
Global and genuine
Personality wise kind
Words and sentences their introduction and identification
Exploration throughout
Through the journey of their minds into reader’s hearts
Where the adventure starts
Destination bound from origin
Every Poet with their individual detail
Showcasing like a Museum
Their portal of wit and style
Emotions unleashed
What all minds crave
Testimony
Before into the after
Sentences lead and words follow
Up the alpha scale
Without fail
Pausing only for a moment
Days into hours
Seconds into minutes
Poets arrived
Determined to stay
Destiny all the way
Calm and assured
Poet’s words to never go astray
Reader’s always welcome
S-ociety
O-f
U-nlisted
P-oets
There's not to many left
But we have been around
Got our share of those N A's
And feeling Kinda down
So we looked to one another
Then we looked down at the list
Some were disappointed
Still others were just P***ed
So I now just propose
That we make another list
for all those Veteran poets
The ones they seem to miss
Chorus
The Society Of Unlisted Poets
Is what we'll call this site
You can count on S.O.U.P.
To do what you knows right
Instrumental
Why are all the same poets
Just seem to shift around
No new top ten writers
Are never ever found
So we looked to one another
Then we looked down at the list
Some were disappointed
Still others were just P***ed
So I now just propose
That we make another list
for all those Veteran poets
The ones they seem to miss
Chorus
The Society Of Unlisted Poets
Is what we'll call this site
You can count on S.O.U.P.
To do what you knows right
Poetry is in the air
in a toenail clip
in an icy slip
in the first gray hair
poetry is in the air
one need only to write
with a little, extra care
extra flare -- in the air,
oxygen to make word-spark
of both light and dark --
everywhere -- poetry!
Bleeding feet beneath the graceful dance.
Years of practice.
Knife blade through onion skin by Chef,
scarred knuckles for twenty years.
Swan's neck curves like a question.
Beneath churning continuously under water.
Brush moves across white paper in creating a marvel painting.
Decades in each stroke.
Earth spins 927,000 miles daily in creating golden light.
No applause.
Crumpled drafts seventeen times by writer.
The final line breathes.
These silent pages, barren, white,
as still as any snow-filled night,
will come to life when dawn begins to breathe.
Then words, in fresh emotion caught,
like wind-blown leaves from limbs of thought,
drift down to paint the emptiness beneath.
In vivid colors, crisp and clean,
they whirl across the frozen scene
and circle in a poem like a wreath.
If it is written, so be it,
but who'll admit
to writing what was writ
when the fan is hit?
And, if, having inscribed,
the finger does proceed,
whose digit was it
when the words were decreed?
Yet, carved in stone,
or etched on glass,
who'll confess to pouring such concrete
when it comes to pass?
THE ARTIST’S WAY*
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*You can write into the air.
You can speak upon a page.
A painting can be a novel.
A story can paint the perfect picture.
Dance can express deep emotion.
Emotions can stir deep movements with a chance observer.
We dream in deep metaphors and visual puns.
We weave them into stories that speak to our very souls.
Artists tell those stories with or without words.
That is the artist’s way.
*Note: Poem originally written for Pen Women Magazine, a publication for the members of the National League of American Pen Women (NLAPW) 9/27/23. (nlapw.org/2023/09/27/featured-poem-the-artists-way).
*Some words abstracted from descriptionari.com
That is right August 18,
Today Is National "Bad" Poetry Day.
To all the writers,
here is your chance.
Write something "Great,"
for the world to read.
How about,
National "Great" Poetry Day???
Remember a rhyme is to rhyme,
not kind of rhyme.
A Limerick is to be a five line funny,
not sad or depressing.
A true writer,
writes from their loving and creative heart.
AI writes,
but has no heart to write from.
Many have told me,
less words are more.
So I am stopping here,
so you can add to my list.
Have fun day writing away....
When it came to iambic pentameter
Alexander Pope was no dumb amateur.
In his strict use of it he achieved a skill
often with a monotonous overkill –
a danger every poet should not commit
unless he likes his thoughts in a straitjacket,
and the flow so turgid and mechanical
the line will cease to sound natural –
more strident, unmellifluous and harsh
like a stomping, goose-stepping march.
Now here’s a fast and easy suggestion
to unclog a line’s bumpy congestion
which Pope and other poets used to great
effect when they deemed it appropriate :
they added an extra syllable or stress
which opened it and gave it smoothness.
These little extras acted like a breach
and made the line read like spoken speech.
It may not work even with a first try
and take it from me, it’s not a lie.
In fact, you may require a new line or couplet
to be rewritten with a little extra sweat.
But, hey, think back to when you started writing
how many drafts required no editing?
They say your words are forged in flame,
in halls where angels speak your name;
From vaults of time, from storm and night,
you cull the shadows, summon light.
You walk through fire and make it sing,
you crown the humble, make a king;
Your word bends law, yet keeps its grace,
a prophet’s truth in mortal place.
The sea will part, the skies will clear,
when such a voice the world can hear;
And still, when all the trumpets fade,
and all the crowns are put away
You speak as if to one old friend,
whose hand you’ll hold until the end.
A human writer needs,
to think and many times rewrite their work.
We put our heart,
creativity and imagination into each piece we write.
AI has stolen,
the creativity and imagination from writers.
The human writer is the true creator,
creator from their human heart.
AI is the great copier,
because they have No heart to write with.
I write for the reader,
I am a human poet all the way.