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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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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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Tag: escape

Fluent In Poetry 2

Poet’s Story

A Light That Never Goes Out