Accidental Poet

Poets-R-Us




We’re known as poets
The outer half of inner Muse
Turning lyrical wheels
The end result, a poem we seduce
Give it your all
From your deepest deep
That which moves your soul
The beauty of passion you keep


Poets like us at times hitch
a slow ride
on some passing ideal where
behind screens
another reality exists hiding
behind the norm.
glowing in an authentic light
with shadowy guides
waiting word-wisdom to share.


Come my sweet distraction, and I will write
you a dream. I will disrobe you with words,
and although you have never seen me, you
will fall in love with my words and I with yours.
You may not be an angel, and maybe there are
none, and if there are none, then the world is a
poorer place, but I don't believe that, for I am a
dreamer, and when I dream, my dreams include
angels and I've seen you there.


We are the poets
The bearer of the truth
Taking the pens as our swords
We invite all to a peaceful route
We sing for the mother nature
We sing for the hunger to feed
We sing for a sign of wonder
We sing for two hearts to meet.


My words are like whispers, to your unconscious mind,
Emotion infusion so you’re not left behind.
Expression addiction, they call poetry,
Putting words down on paper is my therapy.
Provoking emotion, my words make you feel,
The words on the paper, as if for you they are real.
Expression, emotion, and for no other gain,
Sharing with you, all the joys and the pain.
Am I a poet? I write verse for a cause,
My own piece of mind, so no need for applause.


I write like a river flowing beside grass
I do not try to make it perfect , adjust or edit
I just write words , which flow into me
they fall onto paper as I hear them within
then they stand confidently on paper
when I write I feel like my mind is free to express
I’m free to voice my words without a red light telling me to stop
I’m free to express and that’s what I like , the freedom, like wings of a bird
and it’s lovely when my words make others smile


Because in the end
The richness of a poet is his soul
Money seldom seen
Wallet sits modestly
Filled only with scribbled notes
Written in a frenzy
Just as well
When I do have inspiration
I often don’t have time to eat
Words that hide inside my mind
Leaving me hungry
Then out of nowhere appear
Those are the moments
That sooth my aching gut
And produce my next masterpiece


some say
it comes from the heart
some say from the soul
but through my pen it gently flows
painting a picture from my mind it flows
on the paper as the painting grows maybe a top ten,,who knows


What is it that I was supposed to say
Do I remember the yesterday's of thoughts flown away
Times in the garden to smell the flowers in sunbathed sway
Strolls upon the lawn with the bushes the trees and those fields of corn grown hay
Watching the birds fly into the sky and majestically swooping to the low below
Walking in their funny trots and cawing to others in languages "hallo"
The fox on his prowl to seek out the day
The cattle of the land noises to provoke and say
Look over there and spy the parlour tricks and memory jousts
As I open my eyes and remove my thought spinning doubts
Sun fills the sky as lead blown clouds vanish into wool and return to cotton-swamped air
It is a summers to behold this imaginings-inspired full-lair of the poets dream to be read and seen
So let us dream to pastures new
for all are one with words in a jumbled clue


AS POETS ON HERE
WE MAY NEVER MEET
PASS EACH OTHER ON THE STREET
ALTHOUGH WE LEAVE COMMENTS
TO SAY WHAT WE SAY
AS WE PASS EACH OTHER
WE'll NOT GIVE THE TIME OF DAY
WE MAY SMILE AND NOD
AS STRANGERS DO
BUT ON M.P.S. I CAN BE ME
EASY TO UNDERSTAND LAYMANS WORDS.
(YEA, I KNOW, IT DONT RHYME! LOL)

Comments3

  • Accidental Poet

    Great job everyone. Thank you for your input and time. And Bill, it's ok that it doesn't rhyme. You did a fine job. ; )

  • The elder poet

    This is very well written . Touching so many subjects . So many thoughts that go through so many minds.I have never considered myself a great poet. But I would like to think that people would enjoy my work. Like you said it might bring a smile. Sometimes a tear or a laugh. So I will keep writing. Thank you once again for sharing your poetry .

  • Loner poet

    This piece is amazing, I was away and couldn't participate but I love it

    • Accidental Poet

      That's ok, there will be others to take part in. Thank you for reading and your comment. 😉



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