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Mere Whisper

July 23rd, 2026

The faint sound

of a small wind,

felt more so than heard—

and no higher in decibels,

than a mere whisper—

a tiny breeze,

that is wresting between the trees,

as I sit below,

nestled in fallen leaves,

for in this moment,

I have all that I need,

as I’m staring up at the clouds,

as they roll slowly by—

that helped; feed the breeze,

as I close my eyes; and think about,

the temperature around me,

felt nicely from cooler degrees,

for what a spot this is,

residing right here—

as I could stay here forever,

vanish and then reappear,

time slowed but appreciated,

and fond relaxation initiated—

for this natural allure and area,

greeted me without hesitation,

and I’m quite thankful—

for what all has occurred,

and having the chance to dwell,

amongst the soft winds—

That gave off a mere whisper.

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For I Speak

July 22nd, 2026

For I speak

Abundance over any kind of lack

For I speak

Much love over all hate

For I speak

Light over darkness at all times

For I speak

Brightness even during the sunshine

For I speak

Faith over any and all fear

For I speak

Much belief over any doubt

For I speak

Much healing over me always

And before I speak

I think positive instead of negative

And I will speak

Into existence who I truly am

And always desired to be

For I speak

Life into me

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The Start

July 22nd, 2026

So you wanted to be

A poet

Or rather it chose you

And you either took a pause

Or immediately answered the call

And wandering where to start

For poetry is an art

That leads from both

Your mind and heart

And if you allow

It will become a huge part

Of your life

So don’t fret over the how

And don’t sweat the when

But rather just jump in

And take it head on

As with any art

And the boldness to do so

Yet nothing will happen at all

Or come to be

If you don’t just

Start immediately

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Vision

July 22nd, 2026

VISION (Acrostic)

Visualizing one’s goal or dream

In ways that care to expand into

Something unique and compelled to see

Initiated and brought into reality

Outwardly executed after thought out

Never not see a dream or goal realized

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The Place That Echoes and Listens to Me Speak

July 21st, 2026

Staring off into this empty space

with passing thoughts of mine,

speaking into the confines; and listening I believe,

into the place that echoes me—

a mixture of light and the shadowy,

but within this area is only me,

yet there is such—

a strong presence here within,

feeling it with my arms crossed,

and the airiness against my skin,

for what I see here—

is an opportunity,

for me to just let loose; and be abrasive,

well I could do that,

but I decided to choose calm and meaningful,

so I began to speak,

from a personal memory in mind,

for in this moment; this is my time,

to shine and unwind—

in such a way that surpassed,

anything before,

as I’m speaking in between metaphors—

breathing heavily in anticipation,

of the secluded situation—

stepping into the dark for a second,

then began to speak deeply,

then moved back into the light,

where I felt more than alright,

no nervousness or fright,

being in my bright mind; but totally out of sight,

while being here in this place,

as I hear the sounds of my voice,

echo the very words of my choice,

and for a moment; it seemed as if,

the space was filled up,

with words that bounced,

back and forth—

between the walls and my face,

spoke a direct question, but no answer back,

for that would’ve been crazy if so,

but I just know,

that not for one second,

did I feel alone,

and prone to settle in here,

both in the light and dark,

and in the words spoken then disappear,

a cherished time—

that was all mine,

to just flow and know,

with each word composed—

that this was my humble abode,

and a very quaint retreat,

As I—

stood still and moved about,

with motivated feet—

and not once felt out of reach—

for I thoroughly enjoyed,

being in the place that echoed,

And cared enough; to listen to me speak.

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Reflection Through The Lake

July 21st, 2026

The lady spent a day

Walking and thinking

About her life

And just what it means

To be herself

And on this day

She walked by the nearby lake

As she couldn’t wait

To get there

As it was a nice place

That tends to bring her peace

So she sat down and by, her favorite spot

And thinking about what troubled her

But here worries tend to not exist

As she watches the ripples of the lake

Roll by and feeling a slight breeze

Upon her face

As she takes a moment

To look down at an image

Of her wavy reflection

Staying still right there

As she saw a woman

That had a smile

And it was in this moment

That she realized

She was going to be okay

Despite worries or past mistakes

For her heart felt such ease

As she stared upon her reflection

Through the lake

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PM Thoughts

July 20th, 2026

Supposed to be Free….Post 2

One of the worse things in this world to experience is, having to pay for or go without something that was always meant to be free.

Energy, water, food, housing, just to name a few. Items provided for basic needs given to us from the Creator above. So whose idea was it exactly, to charge or limit use of overall basic necessities? Hmmmm, one can wander and ponder all day about this. Or maybe, just maybe,we already know….right? Just think how theft could be averted, noone poor or homeless, noone without food or water, noone without energy needed to operate, and many other things etc…what a world we live in and honestly, not a good one. Not when such things that everyone should have or possess, is limited, sparingly, or the lack thereof all together. The word unfair, would be a huge understatement to say the least. Just some food for thought, and something I’m sure the vast majority think about and experience unfortunately. I could go longer and further with this post, but I’m sure my point here has been made.

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Earth

July 20th, 2026

EARTH (Acrostic)

Even nature

Always has a way of showing us

Right from wrong

Through time and the seasons

Helping us all life long

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Light

July 20th, 2026

LIGHT (Acrostic)

Light up the dark

In every way possible

Going from pitch black to pure brightness

Hoping to phase it out at the root

To also use light to fill up spaces of emptiness

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We Become The Words

July 19th, 2026

As poets

We become the words—

the written and heard,

the classic or absurd,

just simply; painting pictures with words,

lines and phrases,

nouns or verbs,

As poets,

We become the words—

in a world that we express,

within humanity to be nothing less,

a poetical success; as we possess,

a passion for the art—

that we often obsess over,

As we—

breathe life into poetry,

for each rhyme of the poetic lines,

signifies a thousand heartbeats that define,

as we clarify the thoughts of a poetic mind,

artistic and dignified,

poetic ideas classified—

until they land upon the page,

As we—

the poets continue to engage,

and wage poetical war upon each page,

As poets,

We become the words—

and the very surge of poetic energy;

and watch as we—

continue to converge,

and aim to emerge; at a higher poetic level,

unseen and unheard—

as we tend to,

smile at each subject and verb,

definitions and meanings—

held in place; with each poetic greeting,

but we never wave goodbye,

or move away from poetry—

As poets,

We become the words,

within concentrated fields and layers,

within devoted years and the purveyors,

artists and wordsmiths—

for when it comes to poetry,

we just can’t seem to resist,

writing or reciting,

as poetry feels so inviting,

pen in hand and held firmly by,

a very determined wrist—

paper just waiting to be filled,

and in these moments for us,

time seems to stand still,

just for us,

As we—

follow our minds and hearts,

instead of a syllabus,

poetic imagination running wild,

and doing so with a smile,

As we—

hold the poetical keys,

for what we do isn’t theoretical,

we just simply be,

with the joy of building each one,

upon completion; after what we’ve done,

for we are not the straight line,

but rather the curve—

and poetry gives back to us; what we deserve,

to share or self serve,

and not to be unnerved,

for with each poetic line—

we fly and climb like the birds,

so forget what you think,

what you might have heard,

or believe to know—

and from what may or may not occurred,

For we—

For we—

As poets,

Have truly become the words.

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