Words

Poesy

 

 

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and this thing called poetry, 


plucked from a pocket 


of space and time.


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a blindly adorned subtlety


flowing from the wings 


of angels' thoughts unthought,


but with sultry desire.


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a rhythmic taste 


of word salad


that fumbles all 


too easily and too often


from the lips of poets that choke 


on the salty aftertaste of


frivolous candor,


with a raucous brouhaha


likened to a howl 


from the maw 


of a wild banshee.


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untamed and yet,


so wildly untainted


in the heat 


of  it's innocent discourse


that one can only 


breathe deeply,


the sensation of the moment,


and know how it feels to 


wear the cloak of truth.

 

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4:03 AM 8/11/2013 ©


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Considerate

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Nature / Folder 1

 

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I never meant 

to hide it from you,

this gift I have, this 

innate ability 

to 'bounce back',

and evolve.

 

 I never considered that 

you would think 

the more civilized,

natural way, 

of human expression

to be such a travesty.

 

I never considered

that you were that

weak to think of 

me as weak, too,

and I am now thinking,

I should have considered.

 

6:37 PM 8/10/2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It is the author's thought that expression of face to face,  human to human emotion, and validation of such, is a necessity for a person to become whole and healthy. it is holding on to the emotions that can be expressed without physical violence that do most of the damage in the world right now...and it is all invisible, and why it has become so lethal to life.

 

in essence...our emotions change with our thoughts, and so if we are always expressing through words, without heart to heart communication... we only ever see half of the picture...of anything. Because the combination of thought and emotion can transform everything. Verbalization is the biggest and longest lie that has every been told.

Silent Jay

How can I let you know

There's a reason I go

To such great lengths to impress you

Or to put on a show

 

If I could transition

Straight from my position

Of translucency

Without showing submission

 

Well, then I'd be less aloof

Maybe gather some proof

That we should stick together

Not unlike a shoe on a hoof

 

Perhaps I'd make you smile

One that lasts for awhile

Just trying to charm the pants off you

I'm not here to beguile

 

I swear that, girl

If you step into my world

You'll never need a vacation

Step back, watch it unfurl

 

But with my oration

I'm trying to put in summation

That my feelings for you are like

Colloquials in translation

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wrote this one for a poetry slam with a beat behind it. Once I found out no musical accompaniment was allowed, I had to scrap it.

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"WORDS"

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Menopause

"WORDS"

 

words are the muse

made by MAN to use

to describe and explain

every possible point of view

 

but words arent enough for me

gestures and sighs

whats seen through my eyes

 

FEELINGS

blind!

for I am a WOMAN!

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Don't Speak

And when his eyes took gaze upon me,
And his mouth opened to speak,
With baited breath,
My fingers softned to his lips
Whilst drawing near to whisper close,
That he might hear
My beating heart against his chest,
"Don't speak, my love, lest it be in jest,
But breathe the veil from my soul,
And in that, let love be professed."

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It has been said that verbalization is the longest and biggest lie that has ever been told. Sometimes, methinks it could be true

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Words from the Mind

Words from the Mind

 

Every time I sit down to write

Not a single word comes to mind

But in the middle of the night

Lying in bed, I come to find

Hundreds of words seeping into my head

Different words, but all have a connection

One after another, a continuous thread

But to these moments I feel affection

For where would I be and how would I feel

If words couldn’t express feelings and thoughts

For the end of a poem is sort of a seal

For my mind, to keep me from feeling lost

Writing a poem every night

Whether it had a meaning or not

Keeps my inner self feeling light

An inner peace I have always sought

Fuck you titles. I do what I want.

I fucking hate poetry.

You know that?

Something once simple now seems so tainted.

Just a bunch of hipsters living out of a thesouras.

Trying to figure out whatever rhymes with love and hate.

Fuck that.

Real words are deeper than that.

Mispeelled, misplaced.

Thinking faster than your fingers can write.

Not faked.

Not forced.

But felt.

 

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Doubting Tomas

What is "doubt"? A portal to another dimension,
A glimpse of possibility, a window to centrifugal vacuity,
Where the soul reaches for it's destined acuity,
Blood splattered over our eyes creates the blindfold
We cherish, but behind this excecation,
We unknowingly perish, as the sun's relentless light
Attempts at our illumination,
While the symbols of the story take full control
By man's elation of power and glory.
A single life like many others, churning passion in vastness
Of time and space, leaving untold grace in coveted remains,
A fugitive of justice, the pages turn and we read of nothing but pain,
But Tomas, the one who doubted, protector of the dark,
He calls to us in humbleness, revealing a lone and ugly spark
Of inspiration, intrepidation guides this auric feild,
How will we uncover and bring these truths to light,
And at the same time, sheild
Those whose journey, yet blessed with awareness
Fumble in the night, desperately grappling,
The fantasia's wispy seduction lures their innocence
Into a selfish plight.

Just a man like any other, a brother,
Fugitive of justice in his day,
Trying to get his message to us,
Light years away.

 

It says, "The Kingdom of God is inside you and all around you,
Not in a mansion of wood and stone.
Split a piece of wood and God is there,
Lift a stone and you will find God."

 

11:43 AM 4/21/2013 ©

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the gospels of Saint Thomas

 

http://www.guardiansofdarkness.com/GoD/god-kingdom.html

The Dear Poem

Hey Post Poems, how are you today?
I have this idea, and I'd love to do it,
But at sixty hours a week,
My back told me, "Oh, screw it!"
Wanna hear what it is?
Ok, here goes,
I woke up today, and found this on the tip of my nose,
As you see, we love to use words here a lot,
But so many words, it seems that I need, I forgot,
So I was thinking to open up a section of this site,
To write "Dear Letters" to words so we can write them right,
It could help to enhance one's expression of beauty,
Or even help some with a new language,
At dictionary visits of hundreds a day,
I bet that website's portals could use a bandage.

I am starting it off with a letter to "Vague",
He's been stalking since I was "Blunt"
I keep telling his sorry ass to get away,
Oh, you'd never believe this little runt!

 

 

Dear Vague,
    I have had it with you! You never give me the whole story, you're like half of a shoe. What good are you? You walk around like you're astute, but you're lazy, you never explain anything, and why I'm giving you the boot!

   Sincerely,
   Blunt

 

3:17 PM 4/17/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I woke up with it in my head. Had to clean it out of there before I begin my day.

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