Each word breathes the breath of every soul
each word breathes
the breath of every human soul
takes the shades of every thought
for the meticulous wordsmith to sow
a clever wordsmith catches and weighs
each for propriety like a chef that examines
every ingredient to draw out the best of his trout
to apply those pigments of feelings and emotions
onto his theme that would sweep through the sea of thoughts
his canvas shows how each word has come in their best
to give credence and shine to his party for the evolution of thoughts
each word leaves with full vigour knowing that each
has done his best and learnt something about each other
and the knowledge that soon they will be having another rendevouz
in another sea where another wordsmith would try matchmaking them into another of his illuminated breath, and where they will again
take up another shade of their original personality
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
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Side drawings of a monk
He transcribes every word
with every stripe and line
like it belongs
and deep in the dark night
he writes on
and unseeing his eye falls
over walls
where the shades draw long lines
and his thoughts
takes their own direction
and for long moments
he looks at his own life
to know where
to trim things in place
or iron them out.
Somewhere in his soul
he longs for another place
away from the chilling dungeons
that the cloister locks in
and suddenly he wants out.
In his thoughts he sees a young woman
remembering from his childhood days
and her eyes radiates blue like the sky
and his heart bounces while a smile
folds softly around the corners of her mouth.
When his eyes catches the paper again
his thoughts says damn
but there’s no word
coming over his lips
and a big blot mark
next to the neat rows
of his writing
where he praises the virgin.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Breathe In…breathe Out
God Breathes Life in…
You know this from first spanking
Involuntary breathing;
Regulated by a knowing body
Disrupted by emotions
Halted by trauma
Stopped by death
“Breath contains Light”
Learn to be a conscious breather;
Take in breath with awareness
Take in positive ions contained in Wind
Breathe out negative thoughts
Breathe out negative feelings
Breathe in
Breathe out
Let breath carry your prayers
Let breath voice thanksgiving
Let each breath praise God…
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Word
Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.
Who Am I
Who am I
if I'm nothing in your eyes
who am I
Am I pain in disguise
am I a wordsmith
filled with lies
or contradictions
Who am I
if not wise
who am I
if only thought to be a dream?
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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The Word That Wouldn’t Fit (Fun Poem 25)
A writer’s life is full of woe,
you find a word you like,
then you write something,
and try to fit that word in,
but when you look again.
That word you thought of
it just won’t fit in,
no matter how hard you try it,
that word just will not go.
In a fit of frustration,
you stick it here and there.
Just like jigsaw puzzle
where the pieces will not fit,
so this word will not go anywhere.
In the end you say, “OH heck! ”
Then you put the word
to the back of your mind.
Maybe another day
in another poem,
that word just might fit.
Having said all that,
I’m not betting on it.
poem by David Harris
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To Know The Word of the Spirit Original 01 16 2011
TO KNOW THE WORD
OF THE SPIRIT:
Original 01 16 2011
To know the word as motive
Know that God speaks the nous
Between his will and knowledge
Prerogatives of vision and reason
To know the word as verbal
Know that God speaks transcendent
Nous -to know the word as noun
Know God speaks the tone of you
To know the word as poem read
To know the word as pronoun
Know that god does not speak
Of you god speaks to you
To know the word as adverb
Know that God does not speak
About you God speaks through you
To know the word as adjective
Know that God speaks by you
To know the word as preposition
Know God speaks from the heart
To know the word as poem write
To know the word is off the table
Know that God knows who sops
And all that was [was] forgiven
To know word as free verse
To know the word as parable
Know that God speaks nous
To know that God has spoken
Know pain and pleasure in spirit.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permissions.
poem by Lee B. Mack
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Seven Seas
The ocean of my heart has seven different seas
Not Pacific, not Atlantic, but the waters of soul
They are
Happiness
Justice
Honesty
Devotion
Relatability
Punctuality
and
Attractiveness
poem by Florence P. Wordsmith
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LVII: Used
There’s no word ‘used’ with loneliness
There’s no word ‘used’ with boredom
There’s no word ‘used’ with pain
There’s no word ‘used’ with rejection
There’s no word ‘used’ with ignorance
There’s no word ‘used’ with guilty
There’s no word ‘used’ with sacrifice
There’s no word ‘used’ with problem
There’s no word ‘used’ with slavery
There’s no word ‘used’ with piracy
There’s no word ‘used’ with power
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Death
does this word mean i can no longer sing
does this word mean i can no longer think
does this word mean we'll turn to no thing
does this word mean all the ships will sink
does it mean we'll leave it with no breath
does it mean the whole life we will forsake
does it mean no hope all there is a death
come on please give me a break
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A lucid dance
A lucid dance
~
The lucid dance of thought
leads me into the unknown
a flight of fancy and make belief
I play upon it in my silence
wanting, dreaming, forgetting
myself completely
I build another personality
only to shatter the illusion
by a word, a single word
I do not speak that word
I do not write it down
to witness it in the ink of the page
I hear it in my thoughts
whispered through closed lips
so only a thought hears it
amid the lucid dance
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Old Man Takes a Look at His Life
the old man sits there rockin'
on his old, creaky chair
a guitar in his hand
wishin' he were younger
poem by Florence P. Wordsmith
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Death
The journey of death, I think of dying as it were
a sleeping process which it brings our thoughts
the illusion of angel's, heaven, clouds and paradise,
we see ourselves in a utopia dream world,
that brings us peace and harmony. Death is a
sad word; a word that is continually present with
melancholy thoughts that haunts the mind. I always
dismiss it from my mind, but always comes back.
It's there always trying to torment me, maybe if death
wasn't so enigmatic and dreadful, our thoughts would
change. We wouldn't think about it at all. When I think
of the old age, is like thinking, death is near, it's the
nearest thing to old age. Death, death is like a cold
and lonely sigh, Death, it comes like thieves in the
night, it takes you and it wont give you a notice nor a
warning. A deep anguish takes over our feelings;
death is a sad word, An empty sensation and a huge
grief, that torture's the soul and mind. Death we can't
defeated, escape or make it null. A reminder each
day that time will eventually stop and become eternal.
Death the only sure thing we inherit from the second
we are born, death, death, I cannot comprehend the
purpose to all, we struggle in our journey in every way,
to at the end, become dust in the wind, and then after
time has past, not even a vestige of us.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Make Every Breath Count!
emancipate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
reconcilliate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
facilitate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
resuscitate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
make every breath count!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Feel It Again
December, why does it always rain
Why does it never snow
Tempers, pulling you round again
It only takes one word to bring you round
But nothing can last forever
It's getting better all the time now
I can feel it again
Falling, dropping like a stone
You wish you could fund your friends
Talking, hearing the same old news
It only takes one word to bring you round
Coz nothing can last forever
It's getting better all the time now
I can breath in again
Getting better everyday now
I can feel it again
Lift yourself into a better place
Time to heal a broken heart
It only takes one word to bring you round
But nothing can last forever
It's getting better all the time now
I can feel it again
Getiing better everyday now
I can breath in again
I can breath in again
song performed by by Feeder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cycle of Word
When one word drown, one word will raise
When one word vanished, one word will exist
When one word gone, one word will come
When one word finished, one word will show
When one word flies, nothing can take it back
When you talk, I wait like exiting child
The next word my ears will hear
But you keep silent, wandering in your own dream
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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You Are Asking Now For A Metaphor To Understand
i heard you when you said you find it hard to understand
my scribblings on the sand
words seem not to be related to the next word
illogical
not having a connection between their close distances
how can you connect a star to an ant
or an electric eel to a ladle
the sea to a cooking pot
something too far and something too near
the universe to a grain of sand
the wilted sunflower
to the screw of this motorcycle,
make the link, that is a challenge and you complain
i am just confusing you
there is no meaning to all these bickerings of thoughts and
anti-thoughts, you tell me
but let me ask you my friend,
how do you relate to God?
is He the same as You,
far and near
thoughts to anti-thoughts
matter to non-matter
flesh to spirit
you want a word always to correspond to an object
at first
there is no problem here but go beyond what the word
should be
or what a word must be to non-objects
you need the help somewhere
you are asking now for a metaphor
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chaotic Wonderment
The feelings I have for you
are so much more than love.
They're spiced with deep emotions,
enriched with the harmonies of well being
that transcend the sky above.
That four letter word is inadequate
to portray the emotions I possess.
The explosions of chaotic wonderment
in my heart, soul, and mind,
deserves much more than a word that can mean much less.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Joseph Campbell Knew
Joseph knew the power of myth
This champion of archaic allegory
Storyteller, Master Wordsmith
Of magical, mythological stories
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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D.c.l.s.
My world is devastated,
My world has crashed.
My mind surrenders
To my heart.
Forgetting what hurt,
I have been through.
What he has caused.
So my heart controls my word.
My word betray me
In all the chance they get.
My words are the enemy
That relate to my thoughts.
My thoughts are unusual
And give me away.
For all my thoughts lead
Back to him.
CRAP!
poem by Mariah Simpson
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