Poetic Justice
Poets write of what they think, feel
Recount what they experience, see
Their words pray for a world to heal
Of themselves they give abundantly
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Naughty Words!
Often words are but tiny turds of humor and of wit,
Flotsam in a poets mind…“Oh my, what junk, what shit! ”
Alas, it’s true at times words can form a perfect line,
“How wonderful, how clever” the words are so sublime
When all is said 'n done, its truth that’s clear 'n real,
By writing what we see 'n hear...especially what we feel
Write on poets!
There be no rules that we must heed or follow
Drink in the gifts of words sweet chums...
But don’t forget to swallow!
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Beat Generation Reborn
“On the Road”, “Naked Lunch”, “Howl”
Kerouac, Ginsberg, Burroughs
In a hostile society they went afoul
Yet a nation's psyche they did furrow
Their words against oppression still live
Tyranny rampant then, still so today
A new wave of poets offer alternative
They strive to teach 'n show the way
It’s said;
“The more things change,
The more they stay the same”
True words that may sound strange
To a few who try to shift blame
Beat the drum of freedom Bards
Be fearless, move in a swift motion
Know that World needs Vanguards
Across all lands 'n ocean to ocean
I pray you not falter 'n stumble
Maintain balance and your goals
Ever thoughtful, peaceful, humble
Till redeemed all wayward souls
Write on!
Lay not down your eager pens
Oh, mighty legion of brave poets
Of fine women 'n robust men
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Be a poet!
the world needs more poets
not famous ones
just thoughtful ones
inspiration alive
to help us thrive
now here's how to milk
that poetic fecund cow:
pray if you choose
it's a savvy option
where you can't likely lose
Spirit just might -
quicken your light
but it's ok if pray you don't
if God isn't your thing -
poetry is about what
only you can bring
and then - think
of what matters most
since you're both guest and host:
friends?
insects?
sex?
anything is fair
in Poetry's wild hair
write what you feel
spill a few words or more
for mental relief
be bold and brief
be your editor in chief
no one is watching
except perhaps
curious angels
say it your own way
let the words fly
as if your thoughts
touched God's blue sky
poem by Harlan Simantel
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Good Poets and Bad Poets
Some poets get awards and think they are good poets.
Some poets never get awards and think they are bad poets.
Some poets think they are good poets only in their own mind
Some poets think they are bad poets in somebody's else mind.
Some poets think they are good poets in somebody else mind.
Some poets think others think they are good poets but they don't in their hearts.
Some poets think they are good poets in their hearts but not in anyone else's mind.
All are insecure, except those who get security from the opinions of others and that, alas, doesn't last and isn't real.
Some poets have left the entire scene and live only in their mind.
Some poets take criticism and don't mind.
Some poets avoid criticism and do mind.
Some poets write poetry to get love.
Some poets love to write poetry.
Some poets are ahead of their time, in their mind
Some poets spend a lifetime feeling like failures in their mind
Some poets live only after they die.
Some poets have much to say but can't articulate
Some poets retreat, believing others don't understand
So which one of these am I?
I guess I am all of these and none of these
and no matter what my description
I intend to keep doing what I do:
Write. Right
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Pray
I pray for your safety my love
Pray your dreams be fulfilled
Pray for help from God above
Pray a shattered world rebuild
Pray with me, that all are fed
Pray our Lord God will listen
Pray we see what lay ahead
Pray our mortal souls be risen
Pray for all who now do suffer
Pray for respite from their pain
Pray empathy provides a buffer
Pray for those few gone insane
Believe sincere prayers always work
Believe prayer lights where Satan lurks
(Dedicated to my Beloved)
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Time Will Heal
I know you want to get into my mind
But Im not gonna let you in
Until Ive had the time to begin to know you better
I know you want to get into my heart
But Im not gonna let you in
Til youve given me the time to heal a wound still bleeding
If you want a love thatll last
Youre moving much to fast
You gotta take your time, take it day by day
Time will heal me
Time will heal me
And babe take your time
Time will heal
I know you want to get into my mind
To wash away the hurt and sorrow
To let me know thaht you are the answer to my question
The problem is that love is often blind
It fools you into thinking youre happy
Then suddenly the mask falls away and leaves you weeping
If you are the promised land
Ive yet to understand
And while theres room for doubt we take it
Day by day
Time will heal me
Time will heal me
Babe heal me
And babe take your time
With you near me
Time will heal me
Time will heal me
I cant say the words you want to hear
But maybe given time
Time will heal
The pain I feel inside
Time will heal
The hurting and the pride
Time will heal
Ill open up my heart to you
Time will heal
Ill find the words to say to you
Time will heal
The world will see the change in me
Time will heal
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I Write Poems For Poets
I WRITE POEMS FOR POETS
I write poems for poets
Our situation as poets-
The longings the feelings
We so need to express-
The love of language-
The hunger for recognition-
The frequent rejection-
The kind word of a reader that moves-
Poems for poets
We as we each are
All so different-
And we as we share
Words and worlds
We hope to have read.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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(V – 2010) The Poet’s Nature
Reflecting Nature’s various hues
Poets write colourfully.
Echoing Nature’s innate songs
Poets write musically.
Learning from Nature’s righteous laws
Poets write more sensibly.
Drawing from Nature’s spotless love
Poets write more humanely.
Living with Nature’s poetic life
Poets write living poetry.
Versatilty
I think that I can claim to be
a poet who is versatile.
I try to write my poetry
in varied form and varied style.
I emulate and imitate
styles of great poets of the past.
To show that I appreciate
poets that time has over cast.
Although long dead their words live on.
A source of inspiration to
poets today.Though they’re long gone
and I give credit where its due.
Although some things I write are new
I cannot trace their origin.
I trust my muse as poets do.
She prods me until I begin.
She tells me there is no such thing
as writers block there cannot be.
A poor excuse for not writing
I’m not allowed to be lazy
That’s something she won’t tolerate
and drags me from my bed to write.
Though I protest the hour is late.
She is insistent that I write.
If she should choose to stay away
I’d seize the opportunity
to simple have a lazy day
Without my conscience pricking me.
11-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Guerrilla Poet
Some may hate words I dare write
For revealing what’s seen and felt
There’s no guilt, nor do I feel contrite
But gimme hell for words misspelt
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Writing To
Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
Writing every emotion..
With such a white background.
It makes no sound
Even as the keys I pound.
Let my words have bite
Let from my words drip out meanings beyond meanings
Its something I try to be constantly be achieving.
Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
I want every heart and mind
Sucked in cause this is my world stage
No sense of the time.
Never to turn the page
Stuck in to a world oh so oh so fine
Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
Listen to her melody, as she sings.
Let chaos reign down from the skies
What will this day really bring?
Will the letter say good bye?
Will it mend everything?
Making everything better.
Destroying all the consequences
That exist in your world.
Welcome to the place I visit daily.
Inspirational maddness,
It attacks, attacks, and attacks.
With perfect sadness
I must let go once more.
And then the words hit the floor
Writing to feel
Writing to heal.
Writing to steal.
Becoming one with my soul.
Fighting for its one and only control.
Its mine, Its mine. Its mine.
In this reality it subsequently is not
A constant questioning of what?
Writing to feel
Writing to heal.
Writing to steal.
With every sound, taste, and light.
The worlds get get oh so oh so bright
Understand that which is not so forthright
This is my night, and day.
So come on join me, please this way.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Children Of The Street
Children of the streets
If I could put into words what I think and feel
It would be a never ending story, and I would not heal.
So I will write just what’s on my mind today.
For that won’t take too much away.
I’m thinking of all the children of the world
Who don’t have a roof above their head
Not even a soft tender bed.
Their beds are just papers thrown on the ground
They cry to themselves without making a sound.
The pain in their hearts no one can feel
They survive in the streets and learn how to steal.
Abandoned by the ones who brought them into this world
Is this the life for any boy or girl.
No food for them to eat, a candy bar is a treat.
No clean water for which to bathe
Now that is a crying shame.
These abandoned children, create abandoned children
for they know no other way.
And for their safety to the LORD I do pray
poem by Louis Rams
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Pavers Of Life
I must make a trip to London
and walk on the pavers of life.
I must feel the death of the poets
that endured the mental strife
of not enough time to ink the page,
for death came early during that age.
I must feel their messages in my mind
and experience the force of words
coursing through my body, my soul
and in my heart like a thousand birds.
For I feel the call to reconnect
and praise these poets with respect.
For poets live in the hearts of men
and paint pictures over and again
with eloquent phrases one by one
filling their pages until they're done.
I must make a trip to London
from whence my journey had begun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Our Search
If I am allowed I'll write and think
and write and think some more.
For I finally realize now
what I was put here for.
To express to all who will find my words
the love I feel for you.
For you are a creature of God dear reader
and if you only knew
the purpose for our being here
is to grow in understanding,
To give up fear and greediness
so you may start expanding
the love you have for others,
not just your mother, father
sisters and brothers
but for all who are a part of you.
I know it's hard for we've been taught
from when we were very small
that anyone who doesn't look like you
can't be trusted at all.
And they've been taught the same of you
so what in the world do we do?
Continue on the same old path
that creates our living hell?
Or change the destiny for ourselves
and for them as well.
As for me, I've made my peace
as I sit and write these words.
I pray that you can do the same
and soar just like the birds.
And when you tire come back down,
down upon the ground.
Make your peace with all you see
for then you will have found
LOVE.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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What do you want to know of me
I just
To see what you want to see
To feel what you want to feel
To write what you have been seen
To draw what you have been felt
Write, draw whatever you saw and feel of the world
And inner world
Your life experience
Sad and happiness
Sorrow and glad
Your heart
Talk itself
In a blue line
In the God Paradise
That ever you told me
Along years ago
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Pray
Dear lord you know that I don’t often pray
But I have so much to say.
I thank you for all that you have done for me
That you have set my heart free.
You give me a purpose in this life
And a desire to help others
Friends, family, sister, and brothers.
So continue to stand by me
And let the words run free.
For when I pray to god up above
He will shower me with all his love.
He will relieve my aches and pains
And my soul will never be the same.
Because of prayer I have achieved my goal
I can touch other souls
I can write what they see and feel
And their thoughts I do steal.
This is what happens when I pray
And I thank god every day.
poem by Louis Rams
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Poets
Poets write
and when the poem is done
they search for words
to write another one.
Poets write
and when the poem is through
they search for thoughts
to write another two.
Such is the life of a poet.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Poet Time Travelers
I thought of it all day and well into the night
That for you a poem I would write.
What words can you use to describe a person
You’ve never seen.
Then a realization came into my mind
I’ve been writing them for a very long time.
Every time we write about GOD and his begotten son
The words flow freely and never left undone.
So it matters not if it is sight unseen
We write about everything- it’s a poets dream.
Poets go into worlds never traveled before
Seeking all that GOD has made
And come back with knowledge that they’ve gained.
Into the realms of mystery, love, excitement and fear
So that with you these words they could share.
They see the realities of today
The dreams of yesterdays
The future of tomorrows
And the pains and sorrows.
They are the time travelers of the mind
Their eyes are open - they are not blind.
So when you read what they write
It’s because of this time travelers insight.
So to my time traveling co-poets, this I must say
I am proud to have traveled this road with you
Into the minds of man, and writing
The stories that they all understand.
poem by Louis Rams
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Heart and Soul
Poets are…
lyricists
For which the music…
Is not yet written
Words that wait
Uncertain fate
For songsmith’s
To be smitten
Poets write
The very heart
Songsmiths write
The soul
It takes the two
To both imbue
And make two parts
…a whole..
poem by David Whalen
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A Poet in His Own Time
Who am I to criticize others,
I'm a poet in my own time,
my own place and my own world.
I just write what I see feel,
and hear.
My poetry may be different,
I don't follow the path
of other poets, but that's
ok, let them write what
they must write in their
own way.
All poetry is beautiful,
some takes longer to
understand.
We're all in this together
we write the poetry that
fulfills our needs.
(4-11-07)