HOPE (Acrostic)
Happening as desired
Optimistic in the mind while
Possibilities are endless of
Expectations as a powerful driving force
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Tag: poetry
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Thinking of you always my brother…..
Oh, little brother
How I miss you so
Everyday
Every since you were taken away
From here by the Creator
For you left me too soon
As I truly looked for us, to have had
Many more suns and moons
Spent together my brother
With distance playing a factor
On many turns, and roads left untraveled
Over time between you and I
For in my mind
Thinking of you
I often ask why
Why were you taken so soon
Why were you taken from me
As the only blood brother I had
The one I potty train
The one I always wanted to protect
Even after I left home
I never left you alone, eventhough
That may have been felt
But I honestly and deep down
I had nothing but love for you
And nothing else
Carrying much regret
And wasn’t there either
When you took your last breath
Turmoil within you felt at times
But to now be at rest
It pains me and hurts me
Each day you’re gone
As I still feel it was so wrong
The way you left here
Heartbroken and many tears shed
Even as I write this here
Irreplaceable
And a huge part of me
That you took with you
That unfortunately
Could never be filled
But yet in still
I will always carry you
With me
I will always remember you
And speak of you
For anyone to hear and see
Having growed up together
And you was one
Unlike any other
For I will forever love you
And oh how I dearly miss you
My little brother
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I was on the
Wake up list this morning
And grateful for living
Another day
For each day above ground
Is a good day
To be able to walk around
Have all of my senses
And be in my right mind
Along with heart beating
Blood flowing, the breath of life
Neurons firing, and aware of myself
For waking up to a new day
Is something amazing in and of itself
And allowing for
New opportunities and infinite possibilities
For the kingdom is within me
And depths within that encompass me
In every way, shape, or form
For as the sun rise and seen with
My own eyes, and begin to smile
And never know how a day can go
But open to the unknown
Personal thankfulness I want to relay
And further convey
For I am grateful
To see another day
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my focus and mind
at this time
was going in another direction
and one that my heart and dreams
held most dear
a time of deep stress and unacceptance
healing taking place, but only to
shove more salt into the wound
as I would find comfort in art
and swoon to it repeatedly
and there in the moment
another art came rushing
to me like a flood with waters
that never ran empty
and so there I was
poetry had captured me
words and lines filling my mind
as my right hand wanted to expand
and expound further into these poetic thoughts
thereby igniting an unknown fire
and one with no intention
of ever expiring and desiring
to seek it out, along with its depths
a journey unspoken and not seen before
and a feeling unlike anything else
and oh I wanted it more
and to also dive into past works
as words and lines were the meal
and poetry was the delicious dessert
so, this is when I knew
that I had to avert said course
and also give poetry my voice
for as I live and breathe
and will forever repeat
a journey traveled through serendipity
as I’ll delve constantly into poetry
for the day that poetry spoke to me
arrived for me and made itself
well known to me
a path I never saw coming
is the very moment when life
became poetry
for a time such as this
one of life’s great twists
and a tryst between
me and poetry
a storied love affair
that refuses to depart from me
along with other countless personal events
is why I am called a poet
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Not all things
in life—
are so black and white,
upon various things and ways,
for sometimes—
life takes us to the center,
with shades of gray—
black and white,
darkness and light,
so called categories of said people,
moving about the world; on display,
yet so much more is defined,
than simple black and white,
through most closed ended decisions,
depending on—
circumstance and happenstance—
no further options ahead,
but then gray arrives instead,
as to indicate another way,
previously unthought of
and oftentimes undreamt of,
in order to see life—
beyond just two mere colors,
a causality of limitations—
burrowed beneath certain situations,
for if black and white,
is at times the curtains,
then the shade of gray—
could for once be the show,
and also seen as another,
aspect of actual growth—
should one decide; or come to know,
despite the intricacies of life,
for here lies so much more,
Than just black and white
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A Stair Poem *
The key
To poetry isn’t
Just the art itself
But taking a unique
Artist chosen by poetry
To become a poet in their
Own right and to showcase
The poetic ability imbued and
Fire within and then to take to the
Paper and pen and began to do something
Absolutely amazing through the power of words
And the crafting thereof thereby contributing to this
Art form as poetry is the door and the poet became the key
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As
I approach
The soothing sea
After arriving there it
Became a huge part of
Me and did so very freely
Seen as my place of utter tranquility
My very own personal abode and true escape
As the sea always welcomes me here
And I never turn down the
Invitation to be at peace
Standing in one place
Calm and chilled
As my
Visit
There gets
Revealed almost immediately
And a wonderful area
To just be more of
Me and with a resting heartbeat
Slowed breathing with quite a vast release
Of wondering thoughts from all of the weeks
Leading up to being right here now
And my domicile away from the
World and one that will
Always lead me to
The place that
Is so
Dear
And amazing
As I can’t
Wait to visit again
The cool and soothing sea
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Using poetry at times
To simply bypass life
As poetry can be an escape
From the stresses and strife
Being at times an alternate route
That one can use to get away
For just a little while
And hopefully form a smile
All the while giving you some comfort
Even if temporary
As you live and breathe
Inhale and exhale
Steadily
And closing the eyes
Right after reading poetry
And focusing on what was read
That briefly took you to a place
To be restful instead
And be a feeling
To revisit and come back to
And could permanently last
For poetry can be
A very nice bypass
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This
Is another
Piece that I
Had no title for
But came to mind when
I wanted and needed to write
Even more and before I settled down
For the evening and thoughts left completed from
My core and taking a rest before writing
Some more as each word and line
Takes effort and time along with
With much focus, for I
Have to and know
When to step
Back and
Take
A
Much needed
Break away as
I’m now in neutral
And resting at a steady
Rate but my writing hand is
Not idle for this piece is done
But wrote purposely here, yet another poem untitled
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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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