Tag: mentality

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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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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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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Poem Untitled

August 5th, 2026

Words

Words words

Upon the page

Lines and more lines

That I decided to write

As I engage with this poem here

No need to define

But instead reprise more

With various poetic thoughts

That have just randomly appeared

For I have no need to

Explain yet remain

Unequivocally me

And so it is, and free to be

Whatever I deem

For it may seem

To be scattered about

For with a poetic heart

I am not without

Perfection put away

As the interpretation is always open

After being read and took place

As a spark of meaning both

Inside and outside the head and mind

As I took the time

Just because

To write the now

And the what was

To think of what lies ahead

And also what won’t be

As I categorically

Declare that this poem

Correlates and shapes

That which poetically plagues

Every fiber of me

Running free and based inexplicably

At the cellular level, and creative prowess

Words

Words words

Upon this page

And lined up by

A poet on the rage

Freeverse and not formal

As this poem

Was meant to be this way

And how restful

To just write and be in the moment

Of a poem untitled

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Peace

August 4th, 2026

PEACE (Acrostic)

Place within self that is calm yet

Echoes a source of freedom

And that draws harmony among others

Cool headed and without stress and the best

Example lies within self and feeling deeply at rest

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PM Thoughts

August 4th, 2026

Artist Support….Post 4

Support to an artist, means absolutely everything to them.

It begins with showing an interest, and then trying it on for size. And after while and with a show of skill developed, a passion arises. One that sometimes even surprises the new artist as well. Going into it wide eyed and curiosity for it even higher. But then one day, the person or persons you believe to care, don’t support your artistic dreams and aspirations. Treat it and seen as something you’re wasting your life on. Talk about shattering a dream, and even worse trying to redirect you elsewhere. To something you have no interest in at all or ever. Because of what they believe, instead of believing in you instead.

But for an artist to get that full support, catapults and thrives in ways that will further shape them later down the road. But the first and initial support for an artist, should always be self. That is the start and from others would be a bonus. Oftentimes we’re too affected and redirected by others, instead standing our ground and staying the course. The pathway and journey we were called to do, and if nothing else, do this and nothing else either with our lives. In a perfect world, this would be ideal. But in our imperfect world we as artists must be who we are and were meant to be. And never allow the fire to be extinguished, by anyone or anything.

How many of us artists can relate to this??

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Beyond Measure

August 2nd, 2026

At my core

I am more,

and despite all of the,

ups and downs,

smiles and frowns,

for what may abound,

and turneth life around,

with absolute and personal

satisfaction and pleasure,

so I in turn,

can go beyond measure—

I am

the storm walking up to a storm,

yet I’m the bigger event,

for I refuse to relent,

to anything that attempts,

to hold me back,

to hold me at bay,

that seeks to,

push me in the wrong direction,

think or act in the wrong way,

for within cannot be measured,

and the only limitations placed,

are the ones I enact upon myself,

for I am wonderfully; and uniquely made,

filled with purpose—

and knowing that I; was created for a reason,

and to not change constantly; with the seasons,

the self actualization—

and inner realization—

that not only do I matter,

and not a speck of nothing,

or some insignificance in the universe,

but rather believing that at my core,

that I was built to last,

and to become even more,

for the rabbit hole has no bottom,

and neither are; the depths of me,

that seek and can greatly reach,

well past what I thought to be,

the best version of me,

for in the eyes of the Creator,

I am an entity of infinity,

a soul molded and shaped,

out of eternity,

transformed into a human being,

but not weakened by this,

just another pure element of existence,

waiting to be further understood,

and to see myself and my life,

as very valuable treasure—

for what I truly am,

Is powerful beyond measure.

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Mind Field

August 1st, 2026

So many people

move about this world,

and go about life,

but are the ways it’s being done,

and all the ways being carried out,

is it actually living?

or just simply existing?

being versus becoming—

or not doing so at all; either way,

wasted days—

sleepless nights—

living for others; instead of self,

for at times life can really bite,

and we have to fight—

for everything; while also still holding on,

with times also left wandering,

moments of right that turned wrong,

indecisions that would’ve been,

more than alright—

for we all possess the power,

of free will choice—

and along with that; a heart and voice,

a mind and body of course,

to reach depths within—

never thought possible,

getting back to self,

and remembering exactly,

the real you that has; always existed,

and not to get it twisted,

but to go far beyond,

what may or may not be,

so called realistic—

hesitation as the culprit,

being our own worst enemy,

self sabotaging and feeling,

less and less happy and unfulfilled,

as the years roll by; and gets further revealed,

to be present and with a coming future,

with no fate sealed—

for what happens first,

begins in the spirit and mind,

each and every time—

both now and until,

for each one of us experiences,

Our very own mind field.

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