
" The Lord will guide you continually, and satisfy your needs in parched places,
and make your bones strong, and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water, whose waters never fail "
When was the last time you saw a crooked rainbow
or a broken glass spilling your much waited for drink out,
or the last time you couldn't take love so you had to let it go?
When was the last time you treated yourself to bitter drops of rain
as you walked through it..attempting to erase the pain?
What about the last time you cried out, "No Fair"
from some irreconcilable hurt and pain?
How many times has something given especially to you...
or you earned......and couldn't enjoy it...?
Emotions overwhelming you so, you didn't know what to do,
so you watched all your dreams.....
plunge to the floor
This is Poetry
....
and Poetry is this
.....a mixture of confession....
of wisdom and ignorance
admiration and detest-ment
prose and screaming
fear and adoration
wit and conceit
courage and cowardice
dreaming and being
feelings and killing
appealing and forgiving
Poetry is beauty...personified
Poetry is
...words.....
shaken and stirred
that take you right to the threshold
of everything you heard
and found out
it didn't have to be real
Was there ever a time
that you were left
.....just breathless......
the shatter of reality you couldn't stop
and no matter how much you lost
the other shoe never would drop
Poetry shows the code to what we all know
We gonna keep on winning, and losing
choosing, and being not chosen
We will be free to be hasty,
or take our time.
free to disagree,
or take up a cause
or to decide....
to do anything at all.
When we to cry one second,
and laugh in the next
When we are free to release the tension,
and emotions
and mention our likes and dislikes
and close the space between love and hate
and wrong and right..on the first date
....
so it is
.....when we are free....
to give all we are worth a voice
or share nothing at all
......
that is when we're saying something
That.....is when I am saying
what Poetry is to me
jakuper(3/15/12)
and make your bones strong, and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water, whose waters never fail "
When was the last time you saw a crooked rainbow
or a broken glass spilling your much waited for drink out,
or the last time you couldn't take love so you had to let it go?
When was the last time you treated yourself to bitter drops of rain
as you walked through it..attempting to erase the pain?
What about the last time you cried out, "No Fair"
from some irreconcilable hurt and pain?
How many times has something given especially to you...
or you earned......and couldn't enjoy it...?
Emotions overwhelming you so, you didn't know what to do,
so you watched all your dreams.....
plunge to the floor
This is Poetry
....
and Poetry is this
.....a mixture of confession....
of wisdom and ignorance
admiration and detest-ment
prose and screaming
fear and adoration
wit and conceit
courage and cowardice
dreaming and being
feelings and killing
appealing and forgiving
Poetry is beauty...personified
Poetry is
...words.....
shaken and stirred
that take you right to the threshold
of everything you heard
and found out
it didn't have to be real
Was there ever a time
that you were left
.....just breathless......
the shatter of reality you couldn't stop
and no matter how much you lost
the other shoe never would drop
Poetry shows the code to what we all know
We gonna keep on winning, and losing
choosing, and being not chosen
We will be free to be hasty,
or take our time.
free to disagree,
or take up a cause
or to decide....
to do anything at all.
When we to cry one second,
and laugh in the next
When we are free to release the tension,
and emotions
and mention our likes and dislikes
and close the space between love and hate
and wrong and right..on the first date
....
so it is
.....when we are free....
to give all we are worth a voice
or share nothing at all
......
that is when we're saying something
That.....is when I am saying
what Poetry is to me
jakuper(3/15/12)

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ReplyDeleteI guess there is a debate about the philosophical usefulness of a definition of what art is ....all I know is that when I see what I like,I like to call it "art"....Your imagination,and creativity is very appealing to me......Well done......
ReplyDeleteputting emotions.on paper,,getting a reaction from us,,,that is your talent xx
ReplyDeleteDon't ask my why but all that came to mind at the conclusion of your write was
ReplyDelete" yea girlfriend, throw it all out there"
loved the feel... thanks
thank you Tom....:)
ReplyDeleteCaroline...I love love love writing...I just am picking up a virus. I hope it's over...thanks for feeling this write, and for your words....
ReplyDeletethat's what I was doing, wolfie...trying to find the reason behind the muse to write, because it comes from inside first. thanks for your words...they help me back to my feet....really :)
ReplyDeletePoetry is...wine poured out of broken vessels.
ReplyDeleteI like....nice
ReplyDeleteThis is...Poetry! Bravo, Sis!
ReplyDeleteindeed, lady....fine wine...
ReplyDeletethank you femmie...
ReplyDeletethank you bro...miss you....!
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