POETICMOBILITY

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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PM Thoughts

August 12th, 2026

The Speaking and Showing of Truth….Post 5

Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free…. John 8:32

The movie , A Few Good Men stated “I want the truth, you can’t handle the truth”. But what is truth exactly? It seems to mean different things to different people, when in all actuality it should be seen one way and one way only, as what it is and has always been. Persecuted for the truth, I mean literally lives lost just for having done so. And why is this exactly? Conspiracy theories and secrets coming out from the shadows of both hidden and displayed agendas? Most people unfortunately seem to believe a lie faster than truth. Yes the truth may piss you off, yes it may bite, but I’d rather have this anytime before being lied to or deceived.

Do you know the way you can tell something is true especially when put out into the world? Is the immediate dismissal of it right afterwards, without even taking time to actually look into it first. A person ridiculed, facts dismissed or evidence erased, a life even taken because they said or showed something, this is how you know it was the truth. Not one person should ever lose their life just for speaking the truth. Or for building something for the good of all mankind, just to be disappeared afterwards.

Mark Twain Quotes on Truth:

“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.”

“A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.”

“Never tell the truth to people who are not worthy of it.”

Truth means conformity to fact, reality, or actuality. It describes statements, beliefs, or ideas that correctly reflect the real world, free from falsehood or error. (Wikipedia)

I couldn’t agree more, now what each one of us chooses to do with the truth once discovered, is entirely up to us both individually and collectively. Now I could go on and on about this particular subject, but there is no need for that. Say or think what you will, but the truth will forever outlast any lie or falsehood. There is always freedom in truth, but before that can happen there has to be real acceptance of it first.

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The Venerable Tree

August 11th, 2026

The venerable tree

And one that

Roots itself down deep

Into the ground

The venerable tree

That stretches itself out

More and more towards the sky

Without having ever asked why

Along with a strength and poise

The venerable tree

That has seen and felt much

Over many of its wise years

For if it could speak

What exactly would we hear

The venerable tree

That always seeks to amaze

And quietly grows without noise

Staying present and quite composed

With more vastness within I suppose

The venerable tree

That conveys a hardened outer shell

With a story to share and done well

That is readily shown

And even more interesting inside

That’s yet to be discovered

And left to the unknown

The venerable tree

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The Poetic Mind That Never Sleeps

August 9th, 2026

As anyone would find

If they looked beyond the lines

To discover a poetic mind

That simply never sleeps

As I continue to explore and uncover

My poetic brain a bit further

That seeks to reach a place

Than even I could’ve imagined

Over a long period

Of space and time

And never asking why

But rather bask in the knowing

Of poetic glowing and flowing

A poetic wonder and anomaly

That the art form itself

Has graciously welcomed me

So watch and witness me

Poetically level up and increase

Rise and combine

More poetic words and lines

And continue to redefine

The very fire and light within

That burns and shines

Took a swan dive

Into the poetic deep

As I come to full terms and acceptance

Of being the type of poet

With a mind that never sleeps

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Poet’s Story

August 8th, 2026

My poetic mind

never takes a vacation—

and frankly; it doesn’t know how to,

ever since poetry introduced itself to me,

born a poet; but just didn’t know it,

and what does this mean exactly?

well, been trying to figure this out,

over time—

and all I can come up with is,

just be it without question,

just be it without any explanation,

just be it because honestly; I just want to,

I don’t need any other reason than that,

as poetry has always had my back,

the place to reside and abide in,

whenever and wherever—

So there.

For poetry occupies my mind,

constantly—

and open to it consistently,

why? I don’t have to answer that,

for no one but myself—

why poetry? why not poetry?

as I—

appreciate it; and it appreciates me,

every since the age of thirteen,

every since the year of eighty eight,

for that is how long; poetry has been,

a part of me and who I am,

poetry on the brain—

and remains like; the very oxygen that I breathe,

the very pulse and heartbeat,

blood flowing and neurons firing—

so if this is any indication,

of my poetic admiration,

then take all of my poetic demonstrations,

and poetical creations—

to mean that it and I,

have been quite the duo,

for a very long time—

and will always be this way,

my real life passion; and my story from day to day,

as I watch in awe—

as each poetic piece takes shape,

and reach into further depths,

of repeat focus and motivation—

just more of poetry and me,

and my poetic testimony; for all to see,

through every poetic intention,

and in the center of each; poetic invention,

as my,

poetic mind will never take,

a rest or a vacation—

And this is a poet’s story.

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A Light That Never Goes Out

August 7th, 2026

Poetry for me

And poetry to me

Without a shadow of doubt

Is a light that never goes out

Poetry has been a bright light

That has shined through

Again and again

Since its initial introduction

To my life

From the very beginning

But with no end

Poetry has been like sunlight

That always shines

And something special that I’ve always

Been able to call mine

Poetry has been a full row of

Self illuminating light bulbs

With no off switch anywhere

As I’ve always been fully aware

Of not only its presence

But also its impactful and artistic nature

Poetry has been energy that never leaves

And constantly radiates and permeates

With a poetic glow

Poetry has been with me

Sparking itself this entire time

And being ever so sublime

Even with or without any rhymes

Penned or typed

Written or spoken

As I’ve always embraced a more

Visual aspect and portrayal of poetry

But never a betrayal of the art itself

For poetry to me and my life

Has been unlike anything else

Both describable and indescribable

Simultaneously

Felt and thought

Seen and sought

Afterwards on the regular

And the very basis of much poetic power

That I chose to endure

And accepted all challenges that came with it

As I feel exceptionally compelled

To engage it at every literary angle

With ferocity

Intensity and a certain specificity

That has encompassed me

Both inside and out

So as anyone would be able to see

And through more than just the eyes

As I have come to truly realize

All while keeping my eyes on the prize

And steady catapult and rise

Beyond everything I think and thought

Is poetically possible

Without any fear or fright

Day or night

Always on the mind

And consistently a target in sight

Came into this gradually

But now rolling fully with this

And it’s been more than alright

For I have established much

Poetic love and clout

And poetry for me

Both lyrically and artistically

Has been what its all about

A constant and penetrating light

Even in the darkness

With much more but nothing less

Never quiet but always shouts

An endless supply that never runs out

So poetry to me

And the art of poetry for me

Without a shadow of doubt

Is a light that never goes out

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More Than What Appears

August 6th, 2026

For what you may see here

Is a lot more than what appears

A poet on the rise

And have done so for many years

For at my core

I am more

And even beyond what I

May truly realize

But poetry for me

Has been the place to be

And see a part of me

That I’m still experiencing

To feel openly and poetically

So deeply and artistically

And creatively expressing

Yet exploring further areas that are within me

A me that even I

Am still uncovering

Even in moments of doubt

With unrealized abilities and fear

For what I have right here

Is so much more than what appears

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