POETICMOBILITY

Black & White

September 24th, 2026

Not all things

in life—

are so black and white,

upon various things and ways,

for sometimes—

life takes us to the center,

with shades of gray—

black and white,

darkness and light,

so called categories of said people,

moving about the world; on display,

yet so much more is defined,

than simple black and white,

through most closed ended decisions,

depending on—

circumstance and happenstance—

no further options ahead,

but then gray arrives instead,

as to indicate another way,

previously unthought of

and oftentimes undreamt of,

in order to see life—

beyond just two mere colors,

a causality of limitations—

burrowed beneath certain situations,

for if black and white,

is at times the curtains,

then the shade of gray—

could for once be the show,

and also seen as another,

aspect of actual growth—

should one decide; or come to know,

despite the intricacies of life,

for here lies so much more,

Than just black and white

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The Key To Poetry

September 23rd, 2026

A Stair Poem *

The key

To poetry isn’t

Just the art itself

But taking a unique

Artist chosen by poetry

To become a poet in their

Own right and to showcase

The poetic ability imbued and

Fire within and then to take to the

Paper and pen and began to do something

Absolutely amazing through the power of words

And the crafting thereof thereby contributing to this

Art form as poetry is the door and the poet became the key

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The Soothing Sea

September 22nd, 2026

As

I approach

The soothing sea

After arriving there it

Became a huge part of

Me and did so very freely

Seen as my place of utter tranquility

My very own personal abode and true escape

As the sea always welcomes me here

And I never turn down the

Invitation to be at peace

Standing in one place

Calm and chilled

As my

Visit

There gets

Revealed almost immediately

And a wonderful area

To just be more of

Me and with a resting heartbeat

Slowed breathing with quite a vast release

Of wondering thoughts from all of the weeks

Leading up to being right here now

And my domicile away from the

World and one that will

Always lead me to

The place that

Is so

Dear

And amazing

As I can’t

Wait to visit again

The cool and soothing sea

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Bypass

September 21st, 2026
Using poetry at times

To simply bypass life

As poetry can be an escape

From the stresses and strife

Being at times an alternate route

That one can use to get away

For just a little while

And hopefully form a smile

All the while giving you some comfort

Even if temporary

As you live and breathe

Inhale and exhale

Steadily

And closing the eyes

Right after reading poetry

And focusing on what was read

That briefly took you to a place

To be restful instead

And be a feeling

To revisit and come back to

And could permanently last

For poetry can be

A very nice bypass

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Another Untitled Poem

September 20th, 2026

This

Is another

Piece that I

Had no title for

But came to mind when

I wanted and needed to write

Even more and before I settled down

For the evening and thoughts left completed from

My core and taking a rest before writing

Some more as each word and line

Takes effort and time along with

With much focus, for I

Have to and know

When to step

Back and

Take

A

Much needed

Break away as

I’m now in neutral

And resting at a steady

Rate but my writing hand is

Not idle for this piece is done

But wrote purposely here, yet another poem untitled

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To Conduct Poetry

September 19th, 2026

I’m

Here to

Conduct poetry like

It’s my very own symphony

And using the spectacular pen to

Spread the creative and the literary

For all to see and read but also heed

To what poetry can truly be, as the art that is

Literally and uniquely being what it is

And always open to much interpretation

Vividly expressing whatever and however

As I the poet deems it to be, drastically

Reducing and inducing the poetic words and lines

Into an interminable and alphabetical harmony

And further introducing and outlining even more into

The etymology along with my very own

Version and originality of poetry

Happily and diligently

Unapologetically

As I continue on conducting

This continuous symphony of poetry

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The Pages Are Calling Me

September 18th, 2026

A Stair Poem *

When the pages

Are calling me I tend

To answer the call and with

A smile and all the while began

To write poetic thoughts that came

To mind as I began to happily fill the

First page and then another as the pen

And I in this moment are one and bonding

With the pages before us as my wrist and hand

Are the physical reasons that the words began to land

As the poem has become a reality that truly all started when

The pages began calling out to me as poetry became the end result

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At The Edge

September 17th, 2026

staring into the midst

of an area sprayed by

carrying winds and personal depth

along with staggered clouds above

that interrupt and hover in silence

looking outwardly upon a place

that connects to a wrestled edge

and kneeling down due to passing thoughts

as a wedge between near and distant realities

with regrets in hand and wasted time disposed of

and a voice that seemed hushed at first

yet became paralyzed from muttered proclivities

and to what else may lie ahead

pondering the future up close

but from a stoic and uncertain distance

filled with both good and dread

as to not be overly consumed

nor loom from negative consequences

to grasp instead and execute

setting oneself up to bloom

as a flower welcoming spring

and turn a weary heart upside down

to one that aims to sing

and turn to a new page

as to pledge and engage

promise and deeply state

as to sew a thread of bright color

through a darkened needle eye

and wave goodbye to a life

that was once too difficult to shed

focusing on levitating right here and now

and to never fall or stall

while at the edge

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Just Write Anyway

September 16th, 2026
To all my fellow poets around the world…..
have you as a poet

ever had a moment

when a poem was in your head

that you just didn’t know what

to particularly write or how to express

that said poem

that was just

hanging right there

with nowhere to go

eventhough you wanted it to

and trying to figure out

exactly what to do with this

untitled poem

this poem of an

unknown subject matter

personal or otherwise

but there in your eyes

lies this piece that you know

is there and fully aware

that it aches to come forth

that it aims to rise to the surface

as the poem is the stage

the thoughts and writing

as the curtain and you are

the speaker and presenter

so go ahead despite

this poetic dilemma

pull back the curtain

and just go for it

just perform regardless

without worrying about

it being perfect or just right

because if you don’t

the day will arrive that

will haunt you inside

for having not

done so at all

just write

just write

anyway

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Gentle Heart

September 15th, 2026
the gentle heart

that beats of kindness

but oftentimes gets hurt or broken

of moments undeserving of it
the gentle heart

that warms and smiles

from the inside out

with love that’s solid and without doubt
climatic it seems from within

and projects outwardly

the depth quietly unseen

along with no cause to be mean
beats erratically

when pain arrives and thrives

in those painful situations of time

yet along the lines of steady palpitations
sporadically trying so hard and

desperately aching to continue on being

exactly what it truly is

and in a sense, just dying to

simply love and live
a heart of ultimate rarity

and not a novelty seen to most

a heart that deserves a toast

as opposed to being burned

purposely to roast and doing the most
to ruin the precious and good nature

of such a heart as this

for if this gentle heart

were ever to depart this world

it would be the very heart

that unequivocally would be missed

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