POETICMOBILITY

Walking About Part 3

August 20th, 2026

The distant path is calling me

As I walk about with more to see

With the weight and steps of my feet

Moving along so graciously

As I move and self soothe

With a calm and focused mood

For each one of my steps

Tell a unique story

Having so much left

Yet turning right to another opening

Down another road untraveled by me

Temperature rising as I await anxiously

To what else lies ahead

That of the unknown but is always ready for me

Or so it seems

As I move up and down these said streets

Partly tired but yet so freely

Partly cloudy as it hovers over me

Walking along more and more

To places with endless and cracked opened doors

To be continued…

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The Storm Within

August 20th, 2026

A Stair Poem*

Dark and gray

And to what may

As a storm is dwelling

Deep inside and knowing

The answers as to why as I

Plunge into myself even more

To ascertain that which may or may

Not remain and look to refrain and rearrange

Different factors within and standing here with my

Eyes closed and in a very still pose and with a heart

That at times feels froze and all the things that most will

Never come to know but the day will come and be on full display

When the internal breaches and reaches the outside and conveys the

Real storm inside that aimed to rise and compiled all of the things of life

Showing force hovering above that all begin from a very strong storm within

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Walking About Part 2

August 19th, 2026

With my wits about me

Standing there in this moment

But where no one can see

The person that is me

Rooted as a tree inside

But a mysterious outside

Hiding away new growth

But appearing ever presently

The deepening of the externally

With both poise and curiosity

As the path walked reflects upon my eyes

And to the next one to no surprise

The journey along is quite interesting

As the next place abides secretly

But I’m headed there nonetheless

As I must keep going with every single breath

For in my mind

I have walked more than a million times

At moments restless and undefined

But walking on by

As I cross many borders and lines

And doing so with a slight smile

Open hands turned upwards

And feeling the air between each finger

As my walk about lingers

As the further road that lies before me

Acting as the silent singer of my own song

Yet enthralled in scattered harmony

To be continued….

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C-Poem 1

August 19th, 2026

CINQUAIN ONE

Restless

On nights that are

Indicative of things

That boggle the mind constantly

With more

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Walking About Part 1

August 18th, 2026

Within my mind

And one that tends to unwind

When walking about

This area of mine

Thoughts galore and running constantly

Both in the forefront and background

Though inside they make no sound

As I stand and stare upon the ground

With the steady movement of my feet

And taking in the sunlight and gentle breeze

Being such a delightful treat

As I feel myself softly fall as a leaf

Lying down and looking up at the sky

But ready to get up and walk on by

At a pace with a mission painted on my face

That could be seen for miles around

But what I have found

During this walk here

Was a moment to just breathe and disappear

Into a place that only knows my footprints

And welcomes me back every single time

As I move about a single path and pattern

As a zig zag line but I just don’t care

For this is where I walk

Yet also stop and stare

A storied but personal affair

To be continued…….

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With A Tear

August 16th, 2026

I type this here

With a tear

Running down one side

Of my face

Due to so much disgust

And I write this here

With a tear

Of the inability to just live

In perpetual peace other than

By death

As survival is the norm

As one that exists within a storm

Closed and boxed in

From all sides

And I indicate this here

With a tear

From my other eye

With both a fire and rain

At a standstill there if seen

And so much felt in between

For I convey this here

With more tears falling

From situations of a people

Down crawling and sprawling

But nevertheless still rises

Still surprises

In the most amazing of ways

Through much disarray

Swayed and not rolled away

And built to stay

So I convey this here

With just a few more tears

Of a great nation

That will one day

Ring in tears of joy

And with a change

Of atmosphere

As I’ll look back

Upon the day

That I wrote this

With a tear

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The Brewing Storm

August 14th, 2026

The external nature

Of the environment around me

Brewing above and with a

Rolling storm on the way

For what I observed

Has become more than just this

As my eyes are closed

Quite composed but also

Clenching both fists

For I feel that I’m

Right in the center of all this

A tryst meeting here in the midst

With mighty winds surging and pouring

Rain down upon the ground

All around

But then suddenly,

I opened my eyes and then realized

That it was all a dream

Or so it seems….

And becoming vaguely aware

Right then and there

For this very storm

Was not the norm

Because this brewing storm

Was occurring completely unabated

And uninterrupted

From everything over time

Fully surprised and as I arrived

At the full conclusion

That this brewing storm

Was actually happening internally

And was truly all about

The life of me

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Fluent In Poetry 2

August 13th, 2026

It’s poetic language

And the unique translation of poetry
Into words and times

That began but never truly end
Also forming lines

Along with shaping poems that can really

Remind and define

Takeoff and fly

So to be fluent in poetry
Is to see poetry

Even when blindfolded
With the ability to speak in poetic terms

Without repetition
And to find meaning where

They wasn’t any before

By defintion

All while being efficient and proficient

And never poetically deficient

As I

Think of poetic words being the waters

That I decided to fit inside of the very best glass

As each poem is a class in what

Poetry could always be

For the paper and screen awaits me

The ink always remembers me

And the keys typed forge my fingerprints

For even in this, the poem recognizes me

As its a heartbeat with words

That emerge and converge

As a sunny day in the afternoon

With a steady pulse of phrases

And keeps count of lines ever present
For when poetry calls, I will always answer

So I’m not searching for poetry

Because it’s already found me

And I am home

I’m just visiting and returning with each poem

What was given to me to craft

What was given to me to create and be

Written to see and read

And to speak so rhythmically

As I

Use these said poetic words

Ever so fluently

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Fluent In Poetry

August 13th, 2026

I learned the appreciation of poetry first
And how words can bend lines
Without breaking them

To poetically tantalize and realize

That I

Can manipulate and correlate poetry

Formally or freely

In the manner that I so choose

Then began to walk in these poetic shoes

Then arrived the rhythmic dance of ryhme
The fire hidden within
The pacing of words
And the poetic tools to keep on going
And using these poetic instruments

With every thought of poetry

So if people ask if I’m fluent in poetry

Then my reply would be, yes I am

And in more ways than one

All while having so much fun doing so

Not if I do, but more like how many times in a row

I’d tell them, fluency isn’t memorizing poems
Or collecting beautiful words
Like your favorite collectible

It’s knowing how to use the ordinary

To accomplish something extraordinary

Syllables for weapons
That can carry a poetic line ever so far

It’s hearing words within your mind
It’s seeing the poem materialize

Before ever reaching for a pen

Or the placement of those words upon the paper

And right there is where, the fluency began

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Whatever

August 12th, 2026

WHATEVER (Acrostic)

Wandering this world

Having a life that is

About living moreso

Than just existing

Evolving when needed

Vital to being more

Especially when life

Reflects the real you

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