Tag: passion

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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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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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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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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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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Reinvention

July 27th, 2026

The comeback

the revitalization—

of my personal poetic situation,

the two point oh—

getting my barrings,

and wits about me,

heart pumping and neurons firing,

pulse racing and fiery excitement,

that arrived but never went away,

for the day came,

that I felt the passion reignite,

a new leash on my poetic life,

new energetic properties,

with pulsating poetic thoughts,

and even the mere sounds of poetry,

propagating within—

both now and then,

for through poetry I intend to win,

and let the poetic chess game begin,

a light bulb moment,

of poetic ideas filled with new life—

a vital switch cut back on,

that has been there all along,

totally right and never wrong,

and been doing this from; an early teen to grown,

let alone being the poet,

that I choose to be,

for within my heart—

I am filled with a poetic symphony,

for within my mind—

no cacophony exists,

but rather a fire that persists,

and consists of an unlimited supply,

of poetic words and lines,

As I—

never ask why,

but rather takeoff and fly,

even more into the poetic realm of possibilities,

further artistic and various opportunities,

but to be fully aware and even fair,

when it comes to my natural poetic proclivities,

and to what else this could all mean,

well I’m ever accepting to this,

as poetry has become a target,

that I just can’t seem to miss,

and allowing myself—

because of this,

to dive even deeper into,

this poetical abyss—

For I—

would be remiss; to start and not finish this,

dedicated and activated,

as something anew,

for this poetic life; I will always choose,

with every personal and poetic ascension,

For I—

just can’t wait,

for the next poem to take shape,

As I—

welcome myself once again

to the art of poetry—

and my vast poetical intentions,

as I toast and enthusiastically cheer on,

and take this challenge head on,

Through my resounding reinvention.

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