Wonderful Wednesday`s Monthly Meet and Greet..Calling all poets
Welcome To Wonderful Wednesday
~Meet and Greet~
A Special monthly blog as we Meet and Greet all
Especially our new readers,poets and writers to CPC
Let`s give a warm welcome
As a poet family , a family tree
Your poetry touches our hearts and you do, too
Please, remember to comment your fellow poets
Bring a friend
We always look forward to new poets, readers
Tonight may we give all a warm welcome to CPC
as we write a little poetry
Maybe expressing how much CPC means to you,
or
What poetry, writing means, does for you
What style of poetry do you enjoy writing
and why
Even share one of your lst poems you wrote
or any past one you wish to share
It`s
Freestyle tonight
Just share your inspiring poetry
Enjoy having fun and being as you are
A creative poet for all
Hope you enjoy this blog
as much as we enjoy you being here
Please, click the heart at the top showing you did~Grateful hugs
What you write ones remember
Have to love and respect poetry
Welcome to April`s Meet and Greet Enjoying meeting and reading about ones Too, a night with our regular crew those that keep us going enjoying, sharing poetry each night :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
Poetry we write with delight
Enjoying each other sharing light
Friends as family growing branching out with wings in flight
Write me do with poetry we choose
Graphics to inspire our muse
Comment always adding smiles right
Maybe poems have a flaw but, never point out with claws
Only inspiration to keep us writing our style no laws
POETIC POETRY
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Poetry in a book
Scribble on blank paper
On a wall here and there
Even on hand
If gotts no paper at time
Even more memorized in head
Some times git stuck
And want come out yet
It be poetry
Wherethe a note
Lyric
Sing it
show it
Draw it
What ever way
Just git it out to the world
So all kin see and know that
Poetry lives in the heart of most
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Written By: Bettie Davis ————— © April o2 , 2o13
An overlaid poem will appear as if by magic in a bit. How long? Ask Photobucket personnel LOL
The Poetic Gift
I paint breathtaking images in pen and ink,
From the sorrow of today to the Playful Red Hat’s in mink,
A gift to enlighten and inspire your sorrowful or happy soul,
Warm the hearts of those who felt the harsh coldness of life is my goal.
May my gift shine on you a purity of strength to cure any strife,
A gift that inspires my eternal life,
Words of sorrow and deep love that comes from the deep darkness of my heart,
Visual images of such pictures is a fine art.
Inspire my passion as the times steadily shift,
And we all find ourselves a drift,
Smoothing your hearts and souls with words like calming a rough sea,
And the captain bellowing “hold the mass firm” or the sea takes our souls free.
It is a story I tell of Trees, Oceans, Grand Mountains and people so true,
From the Indian paint brush to the song that my heart sings of the view,
As for today I find my heart in the gift of poetic verse so I write
So that our souls can take flight into the raven dark of the night,
Or soar in the bright light of the warmth of the sun as you embrace the written words that I paint,
Your view is only refined by your own mind restraint.
I drop the ink to Paper,
Has you breath it in like vapor,
It is a small gift for you each day,
And I tip my red hat as I go out to play.
Michelle Reid
Copyright ©2009 Michelle Reid
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You can do just about anything in a poem. That’s why poetry writing is so wild and free: Poets have complete liberty to build something out of nothing simply by stringing words together, like words you have with in your heart wanting to come out.Write with honesty and whats with in you. Don’t back away from your thoughts or feelings.
PLAYING HIDE-AND-SEEK
My spritely muse
of day and night,
so accustomed I’ve become
to her presence
and her flight,
seems to have
(at least temporarily)
opened the window
and flown away
for I can’t find her at all;
she’s completely lost
and out of my sight.
So often full of life
and lively things to say,
she has left me here alone
and searching for a way
to find those words
I’ve grown quite used
to finding each day.
So without my muse
of morning and night
to help me find my way,
I must admit I’m feeling
rather lost along the path
as I try to find my way.
I certainly hope
it’s just a game,
a bit of hide-and-seek,
and that my spritely muse
of day and night
will soon return
to share her words
and play again with me.
(c) barbara kausteklis 4-3-13