Month: October 2023

Two-Factor Authentication; Poetry’s Escape!

The Release!

Listen, poetry has a sound, some lyrical, some so magical; it enchants mind, heart, soul. Poetry has a voice, has a message, has meaning, it has sway. Don’t say no way, I’ve heard it with my own heart, it would never play my soul. Behold, it’s at the door, rat-tat-tat, at the threshold becomes your heartbeat, lup-dup. At the tip of your soul, it becomes bold, to let words take hold, with stories to be told. Listen intently, poetry speaks, to let the soul breathe. Every profound release, provokes emotion, invokes devotion, evokes revelation. Don’t suppress it, don’t second guess it, let it be… free. Love’s eclectic vibe, let it ooze, let it choose, you as its poetic muse. Open the heart, unshackle the soul, penned words released, facilitates poetry’s escape!

Love’s Fount!

There’s an endless fount, the water so refreshing, overflow spills. The nuance stills, the love fills, my peace the overwhelming chills. My bones come alive, sounds of music thrills. Words never at a loss, like an inked quill, fount within my soul cascades. Breathless, speechless, my heart pours within the reign. In the depth of my soul, the silent river runs deep, deeper than words could show. The stillness grows, my heart utters no peep. Deep in love my soul sleep, in sweet dreams my hopes keep. Every day, breathtaking another dawn, the fount welling up within me. Poetry in motion, makes my heart swell, my breath reveal the tell; my love can’t unring the bell. My fount, it is well, in my soul!

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Wednesday Proverb; Somebody!

Everyone, has a story written on the heart, how love’s journey became the breadth. No one narrates the soliloquy, the Who, the What, the Where, the When, the Why; you get to be somebody. Don’t, let your heart buy into the notion, in order to become somebody; your tale has to be worthwhile. In a mirror, reflections reveal truth; identity is context, not the pretext. What someone believes, can deceive, if your heart receives, what they conceive. Money doesn’t proclaim, status in of itself doesn’t make, you into somebody. Those will enhance, what the heart’s posture makes known, your humanity. Knowing Who, and Why, more profound than accepting someone else’s perception. Like the rushing wind, no one has the power to alter, a predestined encounter. I don’t have to look in the dictionary, to know the definition of somebody. If you have eyes, have a brain, have breath in your lungs, if you have a heartbeat, have blood coursing through your veins, by definition; you have meaning, somebody. Love within like this, never has to prove anything, to be something, other than the best version of yourself. In being visible, Who is revealed, you. What, somebody. When, every day. Where, here and now. Appearances can’t define worth, ever divulge your quintessence, explain the proverbial Why; does somebody become, when intrinsically and inevitably you are, Somebody!

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The Poetry Within!

Let poetry speak, let it have meaning, beyond the narrative. Let it inspire, let it move, let it provoke. In its creativity, with its positivity, it will captivate. Thus, poetry is. It doesn’t need your mojo, not swayed by the back and forth, within your mind. No, no, poetry doesn’t need swagger, for words to matter. When pen and paper collaborate, poetic hues extrapolate, spoken word elaborate, elevated prose levitate. Poetry’s quintessence, leaves no room for debate. A poet’s heart, has only one intent, inked words in a rhythmical flow. The soul’s poetic muse, the heart’s most profound soliloquy, verses in reverse. The most telling poems, leaves you something to ponder, over and over. Poetry paints a story, love abstracts the meaning. When time and space collide, composition become. Though like moves, love what leaves an impression. Heart and soul synchronically inclined, poetry rhythmically refined. Words are never silenced, when love speaks. Within the poetry, breadth becomes… more than words!

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