Poetry is art
And one that is in a world
Of its very own
Poetry exists
And ready for us poets
To push it forward
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Hello everyone,
I am proud to announce that PoeticMobility the E-commerce store has officially opened!! This has been a project/business idea of mine for a while now and feels good to finally be able to launch. This store is just another extension of my poetic works but just more on the move and wearable now. The niche for this store is artistry, worn by artists, for anyone who likes art, or also for everyday people who just like a cool tee and a little something unique, simple, and different.
I initially built this store for myself and with me in mind, but then decided to actually share it as I do with my blog and art here. Feel free to check it out and purchase whatever you like there. The support would be nice of course, as any artist that goes for something much bigger than themselves.
Here is the link:
https://poeticmobility.printify.me
FYI, standard shipping is the fastest way to get the merchandise at this time.
Sincerely and with a huge thank you in advance,
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The stars that are bright
Hang upon their own light while
Displaying greatness
The sky above is
Full of atmospheric things
That convey wonder
The waters below
Have submerged a full world of
Many mysteries
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For not even a rewind
can change the magnitude,
and very real purpose of time—
as it will flow and continue to,
roll no matter what else,
is going on or not—
for it’s not the clock; nor the watch,
that dictates time at all,
but rather operate as a simple tool,
in the actionable way of displaying,
just how distinct time actually rules—
a universal and dynamic element,
that factors in all points within—
and all segments throughout,
for without a shadow of doubt,
time will continue on—
and it will not be beaten,
for the true depths of time—
for all of us—
are well beyond; and far reaching,
more than we could ever fathom—
and not operating; within any set lines,
as we may deem—
or as it may seem—
well balanced yet with not being; fully understood,
absolute perfection—
as anyone would find,
that expresses consistently through,
The intricacies of time
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Time incomplete
And time that has passed
Along with time presently flowing
Within the hourglass
Seeing the sand inside
Slowly moving away
And upon noticing this
I can see my reflection
In the glass
Me looking back at myself
As the time here
Is steady rolling
Yet seeing time slip away
And also what’s to come
Seeing time continuously
Moving forward despite
Whether personal tasks
Or done or not
For time just doesn’t stop
But in here it does
But only inside this hourglass
For as the time stops there
It keeps on going outwardly here
And having witnessed time from sands here
Both began and disappear
As I pick it up and lift it up
And watching as time passes by
Right in the palm of my hand
A literal precursor
For time’s arrival and exit
And as to what could happen next
For the time left in between
As I could observe with and from
A very personal and spatial view
All while watching the sands of time here
Indicate and display
The past, present, and future
Simultaneously
As I may find
While looking at time
From both sides
Of the hourglass
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A Stair Poem *
The tick
And tock of the
Ongoing and steady
Clock that moves within
Each second, minute, and hour
And helping to regulate and display
The one crucial element that waits for
Noone at all and like a never ending fall
The ticking and steady clock stays in place
No matter the face that stares at it or not at all
As each hand lands and knows exactly what to do
When the time comes and pacing throughout as a game
That cannot be won and even shunned for simply keeping
The one thing the clock does best and allowing time to align the rest
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Part 6 (Final Poem)
Walking about constantly
So out of breath
Leading to a slight unrest
A statement and a test
Of a personal testimony
Lived over many lifetimes
Stepping out and about
And at times off the rails
For having walked there
But in this position
And rotating mission
Pulse racing from each foot placed
Upon land surfaces that welcomed me
And exited the same way I entered
Eagerly and in anticipation
Of the next place
My legs decided to go
And my willing feet followed
As I swallowed the idea
Of any remnants of fear
That lead me to stay planted
Instead of moving
Yet my nerves and urge
Of self soothing was that
Noone could tell
Or dispel
Just by looking
As my eyes are happy
And appearing so well dressed
And drenched in the sweat
Of hundreds of mortal steps
And unloosened chains
Gone from only moving about
In just one room
To further exploring and discovering
Exactly what all I have left
From repeated steps
Watching myself
From a pure mental standstill
And unmodified gains
Taking myself into further
Unknown areas
Of pleasant and curious
Endeavors
Bold
Poised and clever
So that I can always
Even into my next life
Keep walking about forever
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CINQUAIN TWO
The wind
Moves onward to
Such places all over
The world and covers each one with
Much poise
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Part 5
Up from a dream
And walking about
Within much deja vu
And having some clue as to
Where I’ve walked before
From memories filled up
And lined up from my core
As my very soul vibrates
Upon each step that I take
And each step that I took
All while I look around
At places and scenes
And other such things
That could potentially bring me
To a place of utter significance
As these same feet
Walk and dance
Strut and prance
To muttered tunes
Along a distinct and personal pathway
To much better days
As I walk in the gray
And in this direction
Pacing my steps repeatedly
Over time to certain
Course corrections
That silently remain
And then I take a breath
Slowly and deeply
All simply due to
Walking about once again
To be continued…..
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ORIGINAL (Acrostic)
Origin story of one who is
Ready with or without a moments notice
Igniting the creativity that flows in waves
Going ahead to be the first
In line to this particular thing and to be fresh
New and inventive and not a copy or reproduction of
Any parts of this unique creation with much
Love for something never before seen or done
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