THE MEANING OF ME SHALL ALWAYS BE
JOINED BY THE GREAT AND SPIRITUALLY
THE QUAINTNESS AND AGES IT HAVE TOOK
TO REWRITE THE PAGES OF SAM COOK
I GRAVELY TAKE CHAPTERS AND LIVE THEM TOO
FROM EVERYTHING IN ME THE SOULFUL THE BLUE
SHALL THE VINTAGE TIMES READ MISTY AND YET
THE LEGENDARY ME FOR I SHANT FORGET
WHILE THE PURITY MOVES INSPIE A HARSH FLOW
PNLY GIVING THE MEANING A PLAN TO GROW
AS HERITAGE IS GREAT AND SO FULL OF HOPE
AS THE GUIDANCE AND STRENGTH ALLOWS US COPE
WHY THE LAZY DAZE OF MISSING HEAVEN ALL GOODBYES
AS THE TRANQUIL BLESSINGS GLEAMS IN THEE EYES
WHILE THE PEACEFUL NATURE CONTINUES TO RISE
AS THE MEANING OF IT ALL TAKES FRONT STAGE
WHILE THE JOURNEY GROWS PAGE AFTER PAGE
WRITTING BY YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
MARCH 17 2005 IN AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
I SIMPLY ADORE BEING A POET
THE MEANING OF ME SHALL ALWAYS BE
JOINED BY THE GREAT AND SPIRITUALLY
THE QUAINTNESS AND AGES IT HAVE TOOK
TO REWRITE THE PAGES OF SAM COOK
I GRAVELY TAKE CHAPTERS AND LIVE THEM TOO
FROM EVERYTHING IN ME THE SOULFUL THE BLUE
SHALL THE VINTAGE TIMES READ MISTY AND YET
THE LEGENDARY ME FOR I SHANT FORGET
WHILE THE PURITY MOVES INSPIE A HARSH FLOW
PNLY GIVING THE MEANING A PLAN TO GROW
AS HERITAGE IS GREAT AND SO FULL OF HOPE
AS THE GUIDANCE AND STRENGTH ALLOWS US COPE
WHY THE LAZY DAZE OF MISSING HEAVEN ALL GOODBYES
AS THE TRANQUIL BLESSINGS GLEAMS IN THEE EYES
WHILE THE PEACEFUL NATURE CONTINUES TO RISE
AS THE MEANING OF IT ALL TAKES FRONT STAGE
WHILE THE JOURNEY GROWS PAGE AFTER PAGE
WRITTING BY YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
MARCH 17 2005 IN AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
I SIMPLY ADORE BEING A POET
We all live for that hand to hold
Don't we
Silly me
I dream of you tonight
Sending me love letters
Offering advice on how I could be better
Whispering me in the ear I love you
Writting me poetry
You write well
But here you are
Colder than stone
How do I know what is inside you
When you do not show it
You leave me alone
When your presence is worshipped
And I clinge to you
I can not let you go
I can imagine anything
But not, not to see you
So I dance in ice
With frozen angels.
Mothered inspiration birthed from the seed of my soul
send my mind in to a frenzy with racing thoughts hard to gather and control
Words roll off my tongue with provocative pronunciation
climaxed by the inflection of each insertion of punctuation
ejaculated thoughts wrestled into pleasure provoking position are gone over back and forth and back and forth until the work is at a its greatest peak and ready for submission
New sensations flourish as visual aspects of the write begin to grow
the girth and length of your creation are now taking shape and beginning to show
fingers gripping pens
Pens gliding over paper
Paper once plain white showing the stain from its ink filled raper
A master piece of your own perfection
each pen stoke bringing it closer to desire
pace is quickening now finished with sparks of blazing fire
Just another completed writting but written with such a hunger
It was meant to be innocent but may not be subtable for the younger
In the city's streets
Cars bought with loans-
Second-hand,third-hand models,
Number two cars
Soared in number.
Parkings sprawled into
The hearts of the roads.
E- rickshaw halt
Blocking the paths.
Women vegetable vendors
Occupy the footpaths.
Traffic police are busy
Qualling quarrels between
Auto rickshaw drivers
And woman vendors.
Police constable lurk
For bribes in the shadows.
The goverment and people
Go their ways often
Ignoring the rules.
A chaotic dance
For all to see.
This is the plight
Of my city.
(Depended on a local newspaper in writting this poem)
I tore the filthy pages of my past,
And threw them in the stream
As memories to oblivion
I tried to cast.
But they floated back to shore,
For life's tale needs them forevermore.
Though stained,
Each page plays it's essential part,
In writting the story of my life.
I have written over 9,000 poems and am in the Top 10.
Obviously, I enjoy writting poetry. Was born in Portsmouth
Naval Hospital on June 26, 1941. Am the oldest of six
children. Was in the USAF Stationed at McConnell AFB,
Wichita, KS. Was a Labor Economist State of Kansas
October, 1970 to August 1976. Moved to Redmond, WA
and was a Unit Administrator for Washington Army
National Guard. Wife was a Certified NICU Nurse at
Evergreen Hospital and Medical Center and graduated
from Wesley School of Nursing, Wichita, KS. We both
retired and currently live in RiverSea Plantation,
Bolivia, NC. Moved here on May 8, 2006. Been here
longer than anyone else. Graduated from Wichita
State University. MA in Urban Affairs and BA in Sociology.
I want to write but what’s the point of writting music with no rhythm.
- blues
Lake of fire in hell , It will be residence of Evildoers
All demons swim rapidly,exhausted squawking for help
Keeping by God ,furiously but no tactic to
Escape from LAKE of fire,throbbing life in Fire forever
March 15/2023
Writting for contest sponsored by Constance la France
Theme chosen: LAKE
...Third
place
Win
in
the
Contest...
Dear me,
Surely this like any other letter I've written be forgotten and lost. But to you, you should know I truely put my heart into this letter. Because ya know I'm 18 so my writting is more developed compared to before.
I hope nothing but the best for us. Finding joy in the Air Force. The future is bright. There's gonna be ups and downs but we obviously can face them. They ain't nothing to compared to what we been through. We got through wrestling like bro we placed 5th at state while only learned to wrestle for like 3 months.
Currently I'm writhing this at college sitting with our friends Perez and Murillo. Sharkcat and Raman. Should be pretty self explanatory haha. But to think this is gonna be over. Spending time with them.But life goes on we go on our own paths. But our friendship is better than our other ones.
Well that's the end of this letter much love, hope, and excitement for us.
Sincerely yourself,
Malysia kue <3 9/20/21
Broadcasting to you live from my back garden
Tunes on volume up
Grass cut best it's looked in ages
Sun's been out all day temprature nearly hit 30
Sunset about to begin
With a half drunk cocktail in hand
And plenty more where they came from
Barbecue already on the go
Job done
Think it's going to be a late one
Smiley face
Happy place
Priceless
Just writting to let you know
Cheers
Wish you we're here
Thinking of you
I see a girl
Looking at me through mirror
Exploring her fragile heart
Writting a brewing story apart
She looks through the coffin
Of her long lost dreams
Between which her hope gleams
I see a girl
Looking at me through a poetry
Flowing like a light weighted breeze
Handling pains with comfort and ease
She walks through the midnight heavens
Looking for a brightening way
With silent words left to say
I see a girl
Looking at me through shadows
Of lost Hopes and past
Where only her strong strength last
Carrying her adornment carriage
She walks with her withered self
With a caring smile catering help
I see a girl
Looking just like me
Staring through the pages of my heart
Asking me to do all adventure I kept apart
She tells me to role model the path
Of all the adventures and amusing things of life
Which I always kept aside
I see a girl....
That must have taken Ball's to write
The answer to which is both
Yes and No
Otherwise i wouldn't have been able
to have shared it with you
And what's the point is if all I share is
fake and leads you up the garden path
deceiving you into believing i am great
If i can not honestly admit my faults and point out
where i went wrong would i not be stringing
you along
I can not see the point or value in writting
if my primary reason is to be liked
Behind a keyboard and with total anonymity i get
the fact that you can choose to be anyone you want
But speaking personally from the Heart
this is not my 1st date manifesto putting my
best foot forward
I would rather you come to know me
warts and all and not colour your decision
If i speak and tell you only truth
I never have to remember the lies i told
And for me that is enough
And that unfortunately includes both the ugly and bad stuff 2
I'm dropping a path, run past my eyeballs rolling
Catch my camera holding seconds and fight the moment
Lifes an ocean, fish in this sea are gonna be caught
Death loves us all loads, but he wants to be yours
My phonics reward me with lines that form sentances
Pure strength but might not rhyme when they're said
I stem from messages I've heard, and then became
People who leave you, and therefore can't be named
My arms are plagued with chances to carve them up
But the opertunity not to, didn't seem half as good
Most won't grasp the stuff, I just said, nuff said
But if there's those who do, is that a plus? ..yes
I must stress because stress is more than pressure
And I feel the weight, and this ain't sport or leisure
Of course I prefer to write nice things, happy thoughts
But if I'm doubting everything, what am I asking for?
I laugh that your probably not fathoming this rambling
Honestly, its not postponed, your canvas is cancelling
I am a king, amoung words, and writting abilities
Dumb jerks, none of the ideas you bring are ill as these
I'm spilling speach, flowing fourth with a tidal wave
A magic carpet of letters, and everyone rides the page ..
Come on, place bets and roll the dice, the gambler.
A near win is twice the size, the gambler.
They say what goes around comes around.
The wheel of fate rotates, rates rise, the gambler.
You feel tonight like lady luck is smiling
on you but it does not suffice the gambler.
You want it all! The gambling house, the dealer,
the weel of fortune and the dice. The gambler’s
schemes how to be a Master of the Gambling
for a long time ago entice you, gambler…
The Master of the Gambling shrugs his shoulders:
at last, he is as well a nice old gambler,
who just has cracked the way to end this poem.
Welcome to a fool’s paradise, the gambler.
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