I've been writing on another poetry site
But now I need a new home
I went there seeking shelter
Somewhere where I didn't feel all alone.
And it was there where I met poets
Who were from all around the world
And my feathers grew within their view
As this poet I have in me unfurled.
You can call it a plunge or a leap of faith
It's time to give this mean old world a try
-The poet in me wants to spread his wings
Now that I have the faith that he can fly.
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from Bukowski's, cornered:
'now
they sit talking about
me: “yes, it’s happened, he’s
finished… it’s
sad…”
“he never had a great deal, did
he?”
“well, no, but now…”
now
they are celebrating my demise
in taverns I no longer
frequent.
now
I drink alone
at this malfunctioning
machine
as the shadows assume
shapes
I fight the slow
retreat
now
my once-promise
dwindling
dwindling
now
lighting more cigarettes
pouring new
drinks
it has been a beautiful
fight
still
is'
(fight strong, dear poet
enjoy the journey, do not be hasty
let it all unfold, naturally
as it was meant to be
whatever your rewards
however bountiful or desperate
invest in a mindset, acknowledging
you gave it your best!
may you find the wisdom to realise
that's as good is it gets...)
L. B.
On this journey that I am traveling
I want to leave behind but few regrets
So -The poet in me, and I agree
That he's about as good as it gets.
He don't walk around all spit and polished
There ain't a thang in the world he's got to prove
My poetry is the freedom that lives within him
And I hope to share some of it with you.
But his "good as it gets" hasn't got here yet
And I know that it's only a matter of time
He still leaves behind flaws in front of all yall
Because it's something he never hopes to find.
indeed,
More power to your dream, dear poet kin
Keep that mighty Pen, defiantly roaring
till the end, may you too be blessed
'with a most beautiful, fight!'
You found a great family here on MPS!
I hope to learn your name one day
But for now, it's "BlessedbyGod"
I stand up straight and remove my cap
And lean forward and give you a nod.
I don't know how long I'll be here
Just wanted to stop by and take a look
Maybe I'll stick around a few more days
Or maybe I'll write enough to fill a book.
My name is Melissa
Like Jim Morrison said...
Quoting... "All poetry has wolves."
Like everything in this life...
It can be used for good, right proper reasons.
Or bad terrible reasons.
Like... a Bible, or a Tool, a Hammer, A knife.
Things have the use and intention you give them... as they always did.
A rock... can crush a nut, or crush a skull.
Lies... usually never good.
But some minor lies, can be a lesser evil.
Please do write a book.
Write 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10...
100
1000
A million...
Write a gazillion books.
You can...
Well... maybe so... can I.
Thank you Peter Pan
I hope in time you'll understand
That I also have a Patriot inside of me.
I'll do what is right
With all of my might
And hopefully in time you'll come to see.
"The only thing necessary
For the triumph of evil "
Is for good men to never speak their mind.
I look around these days
And I am totally amazed
So "The Rock" may get to read it all in rhyme.
CHECK YOUR INSANE HEAD: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC9006421/
YOU ARE NOT A GOOD MEN! YOU ARE INSANE AND DELUDED... CRAZY
I never took a covid vaccine
And I never even wore a mask
I trust ivermectin or chlorine dioxide
Although you never even bothered to ask
So, I'm not a good man ?
And I'm insane and deluded
Just because "Peter Pan" said ?
I don't think I'm crazy
But you. I think maybe
May not be right in the head.
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