Do I Belong?
I have coined subtle words,
Framed robust sentences
And idioms unique
In my private fantasy but
They miserably ditch me
At the fateful moment
When I wish to confide that
‘I belong.’
Carefully pronounced words fizzle out
Under the feather-weight
Of nocturnal dreams
Nourished in the womb
Of a barren Autumn.
Faint beams of a pestering hallucination
Giggle mischievously
When I don’t know
What is what?
I have rehearsed in vain
Ridiculous postures
And carefully designed dialogues
In the privacy of my greenroom,
For I cannot look eye to eye
When most wanted.
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Today... 'God my Maker
I was intricately woven upon His heavenly loom
As He carefully knit me together in my mothers womb
In that most secret of places when my conception took place
Ready at the time of my birth to enter the human race
Before the first moment of my earthly existence began
God had written in His book my inmost being and life plan
Each syllable penned and words in calligraphy composed
There sentences were handwritten and the paragraphs disclosed,
From the first chapter of my birth to the last one of my death
Each had been thoughtfully written before I'd taken a breath
I praise God that I am fearfully and wonderfully made
The handiwork of My Great Creator is in me displayed
Living letters turned into syllables and then became words.
These words began to form phrases and the sentences emerged.
Chapters made out of many paragraphs were arranged with care
each carefully written by the in the book of my life there.
For my life is now that book to be read by everyone
because it speaks of His Grace and the wonders Jesus has done.
For in His mercy before the world was made and time began
He had included Roy Allen in His great Salvation plan.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box)
Conjugating
I conjugate the verb to be:
miracle sentences;
non-existent one moment
then coming into Being
utterly unique the next;
perhaps never before
uttered
in all of existence
before this
moment,
on this page
at this time
from this mind.
Miracle this,
shared by all of us.
I conjugate the verb Coming into Being
from Potentialities of Being
trolling for words not yet extent
having some portion of Being
but not yet born
on Poet Pages.
I conjugate the verb Now Being Born
words coupling in sentences
flowing down
forming paragraphs
couplets, rhymes,
emotional hieroglyphics,
history,
Ideas
and glifs,
and then they
are on to Being Past.
In single verbs
we lash together
all Being;
that which is Now Born on pages,
that which was written yesterday
and those word-stories
we borrow
from future sentences
yet to be born
which live only in our dreams.
We conjure all this
from that Beautiful Nothingness
where Creativity lives
where unexpectedly
these Beings
come as daytime
and night-time sprites
into life
shine as diamond-faceted
moon-beams
changing who we are
as they transit.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Words between words
Words between words
~
I try and say most things subtle
To slip words between words
In the hope you will read and hear
Sometimes I speak with blunt honesty
Sometimes wish I just didn’t speak
Sketching in secret characters
Telling stories built on fantasy
When a subtle look reveals
The obvious biography
Those words between words
What I write, what I speak
I understand words more than people
Words always seem easy
We all have things we wish to say
Some are said, others kept
All that is written then spoken
Are words between words
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Choreographed
No matter what words are spoken,
This turmoil has been carefully arranged.
No matter what plans for peace are discussed,
The game of destruction is the same.
To get those to believe they are under attack...
There has to be a plan created,
To prove that with physical facts.
And they have already done that.
No matter what words are spoken,
This turmoil has been carefully arranged.
And carefully choreographed...
By those who are plotting
To control thought processes
'Delivered' to your brains!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Carefully
You are free to chose,
that’s why
carefully use every word.
Carefully measure every step,
if you don’t want to be swept.
Carefully do all you’ve conceived.
and…if you want to be believed
and… to achieve your aim
it’s not a shame
to start carefully a new song.
And it doesn’t matter if it is long.
If you carefully do all that
you will never regret.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Words, Words, Words
We seem to define words so as to use them,
Conquering the speech of another person;
Just to be a speaker is even better for a person
Than to read or write and practise scholarship.
We meet words carefully chosen by them and combine
To form sentences that will be recognised,
Thus the attached meaning is passed on;
Prosperity is the objective, success is marvellous.
Scholars are thinking men, relaxed by books,
They do not only speak, but look at the messages
From the written word, learning godly works,
Escaping blunders, escaping our mockery.
We are with fine words, words capture us,
Your vocabulary depends on your cleverness and intelligence,
So concoct the perfect sentences,
Invent the same language that we speak.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You know, I said I have this problem that I need to more carefully read Akron's text because it's too much, too much fantasy, and so I am busy with other stuff - it's funny, it's nice to hear that someone is studying that carefully and now I know a little bit more about that.
quote by H.R. Giger
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And What About Us Who Write Poems Every Minute Of The Day?
what words can we take pride in
these poems like our daily breaths
ordinary words we utter in ordinary
conversations we have
come breakfast come snack time
come lunch come dinner
the talks we have on the park
in the marketplaces of our ordinary days
unplanned, unscreened, unedited
ordinary words to ordinary occasions
an embarrassment, can these words be?
unscheming and devoid of meaning
the lines of the common places?
the dialogues of the fool and the unwise?
you do not have to mind
this is my journal, a record of nothing
but ramblings of my mind and there you are
carefully reading putting meaning where there was
really none
this poem of day to day, unwavering
trying to be but nothing, a mode of nothing but just
plain thinking
do you too have this kind of breathing?
tell me why you breathe, then?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About Me
This is your one and only chance to really get to know me well
And automatically take me more seriously
I know I tried to deny what theyre saying about me
And I guess that its all true, though I never wanted it to
To work against me this way, they openly condemn me
Its just the way that things go, so I hereby declare
Listen to me carefully, theres something you should know about me
I dont care about other people
I doesnt necessarily mean that I am an asshole
Though to describe my personality, were getting awfully close
I cover up the truth, the words that I seek are used to find excuses
For the pain that I cause, for the cause of my own good
Listen to me carefully, theres something you should know about me
I dont care about other people
Dont fear what youre about to hear, cold words as they pass my lips
Im not who I wanna be, I am on an ego trip
Really not who I wanna be, I am on, on an ego trip
song performed by by Undeclinable Ambuscade
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Revolve
I want to crawl inside your womb,
I want to watch the rose on your cheeks bloom.
I want to be the face in the moon,
And watch the stars spin around your room.
All your carefully worded letters,
And your carefully spoken words.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
Who understands who reaches out with both hands.
And even while your fading Im just shivering and waiting.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
I want to drink deep from your well,
I want to be the heart for which you fell.
I want to be a shooting star,
Across the heavens to be where you are.
All your carefully worded letters,
And your carefully spoken words.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
Who understands who reaches out with both hands.
And even while your fading Im just shivering and waiting.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
I want to crawl inside your womb,
I want to watch the rose on your cheeks bloom.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
Who understands who reaches out with both hands.
And even while your fading Im just shivering and waiting.
Who understands who reaches out with both hands.
And even while your fading Im just shivering and waiting.
I will continue to evolve,
I will continue to revolve around your sun.
cause you are the only one!...
Time missing out.
Youre missing out.
Im missing out.
Were missing out.
You are the only one...
Time missing out.
Youre missing out.
Im missing out.
Were missing out.
You are the only one...
song performed by by Nine Days
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Woes Versus Rues II
One on one, against and with each other
What's a bottle of alcohol?
"Brothers are bound to each other…"
I listened carefully, the smoke lifting
"Because they are bound by blood, "
I listened carefully, remembering everything
"tethered by compulsory empathy."
I listened carefully, the whiskey sweating
"I do not want that..."
I listened carefully, the sweat soldering down
"I want to be your comrade."
I listened carefully, the echoes rupturing painfully
I have never asked:
"What is a comrade? "
poem by Norman Santos
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Stories and dreams
Stories and dreams
~
Still writing stories and dreams
Into poetry the essence of life
Waiting to become written
Into a real memory
If every poem tells a tale
It becomes a step away from reality
A hope held, the fantasy
And all of it is beautiful
Even in the deepest tragedy
Sewn through verse to be spoken
In words carefully chose
Picked like flowers gently
Into the vase upon the page
Replacing dying laments
Picked so long ago
That even dreams forget
And so it goes on without end
Writing into the night
Stories and dreams all waiting
To become a real memory
poem by Matthew Holloway
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But is it
Right down within the depths of me
there lies a vein of poetry
Wherein I find when I have leisure
words which are my greatest treasure.
Words with which I can fashion verse
some silken smooth and some perverse
Each one is chosen carefully
then put together artfully.
I find them raw and unrefined
then with the power of my mind.
I create intricate designs
of words that some idea defines.
A poet is an artisan
who follows carefully a plan
that’s handed down from days of yore.
Which many men have used before.
To create formal poetry
to demonstrate their artistry.
Perchance I sometimes get it right
in verses which I choose to write.
I can imagine nothing worse
for those of us who write in verse
Than poetry which does not scan
and lacks all structure, has no plan.
Just words which incoherently
are juxtaposed haphazardly
. Which critics now suppose to be
the future form of poetry.
22-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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No Neutral Words
You laugh at your jokes and revel at your humor
And carefully or carelessly your jestings spewing
And to the hurt of some or the applause of many
And indeed, they may seem all well and good
But take note that there are no neutral words,
Neither are there any throwaway phrases
Every word, either carefully constructed,
Or inadvertently uttered, bear the markings
Of your core being, vestiges of your soul
The state of your heart in her unfeigned reality
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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Carefully
I tread carefully,
ot wanted to get hurt.
I walk gracefully,
Scard of falling again.
Everything has to have caution,
From cloudgazing,
to watching the stars above.
But especially use caution
when dealing with love.
I've been hurt to many times to tell,
Crying into my pillow,
wishing them well.I'vebeen hur to many time to tell.
SO tread carefully,
Or you shall get hurt.
Don't touch the fire,
For you could get burnt.
And if there's one thing i learned....
Don't go looking for love..
It will look for you,
Just wait a while and
you will see that's true.
I tread carefully.
Scared.. of gettting hurt.
The reason why I've been keeping private for the longest time ever here, I've always wanted to protect my wife's privacy. I don't like - I didn't want to put her picture all over the news. I just wanted to keep her private.
quote by Michael Schiavo
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Explorations: II
It's my private theatre
The black and white
Screen moves
With you and I
As the only actors
I, the only viewer
Match the screen
Move at its pace
The film rolls
And in stoic silence
I stare as your lips
Move in carefully
Measured movements
The movie of silent era
Shot in the age of sound
Has all your dialogues
On my lips in their varied
Shades, tone and meanings
Intact!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Dancing Words for Friend Mark Slaughter
There’s more to writing poetry,
than choosing your words carefully.
Selecting words you know will rhyme.
You must consider too the time
the beat your words will be dancing to
In just the way you want them too
.The rhythm furnished by the meter
helps your words to flow much sweeter.
The basic rules you have to learn
so you can teach them in your turn
To other poets who are new
and do not know as much as you.
The feedback which you will receive
will satisfy you I believe.
3-Mar-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Forbidden Fantasies
.
Dreams of desire: Forbidden things,
we wanted to, but never did.
Desires we carefully hid,
Carnal, lustful, hopeless yearnings.
Forbidden fruits beyond our reach.
We could achieve in dreaming state.
Each dream a lesson sought to teach.
Our super egos in full spate.
Warnings against unbridled lust.
Egos obey they don’t rebel.
Our Ids reply why should we trust
the stupid stories which you tell.
Our Ids perforce must be restrained.
Nobody is allowed to do
exactly as they wanted to.
They are by legal rules constrained.
Dreams of desire as yet are free
to be indulged in privately.
Not to be taken seriously,
we know they’re only fantasy.
3-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Since You've Been Gone
I learned this; it goes on
This irresistable desire
Why was love denied to me
Beauty stood on my path
But though nurtured carefully
She walked away
And I brood in moods most foul
I wanted her thoughts, her dreams
But you cannot have
That which cannot be given
I wanted to know her secrets
But you cannot know
That which cannot be known
I wanted her to come away
And take my hand
But now I am alone
And my world is more full of weepin'
Than you can understand
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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