Wonderful Wednesday~ Monthly Meet and Greet
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
Good Evening all Looking forward to all Know many probably watching to see who is going to be our President WoW close I have been checking Yahoo news and watching live news , too :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
Red White and Blue
Come on keep waiting to see if it is going to be you
If can smile and celebrate , too
Hoping, praying you will do as you said you would being true
FREEDOM TO WRITE AND EXPRESS
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Poetry is much like a rose
It glows and so grows
In the heart
Of many
It can be expressed
In many way words songs
Are just the prettiness of its site
Poetry style
Just any one
Will do
Um up to try them all
Poetry means the world to me
I kin write bout just any thing cum to mine
Ever a song put to my mind
Put a picture before me
I will tell you a story
Yet my mind goes will wit out
Its already there
In the back
Of my mind
Dont need a reason
Just do
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————- (November o6 , 2o12
Writing poetry for CPC to me is like expressing your true feelings. I write what I feel.
Poetry is to me coming from your soul, it is a feeling that has to be expressed and
the pen and paper sometimes is the only way to really put it out there. When I
start to write it as if the words just begin to flow from my heart and soul, I began
to write about the things that are affecting me at the time or the moment.
It does not matter if it is good or bad on CPC I have to express the way I am feeling
about the situation. It as if my soul is crying out to me this is how it is, this is it,
A poet can make you cry
Can make you smile
Many ways can change your moods
Even add inspiration to view
So, many ways a poet can touch ones heart
As ones will treasure within from start
Memories to cherish and to share as fine art :love: :love: :love: :love:
POETRY KNOWS
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I give my heart
To poetry
It is
A part of me know
It speak when I can not
Say just what I feel and know true
Its my tears and sadness
Its my laughter and my happiness
Flow wit the words
Sum time I can not speak
Yet I feel deep in side
Just what
Want to say
But words will not cum
Just grad
Pen and paper
Are tick tack on me computer
The words do so flow
Sum times
Even
Spell words wrong
Are may miss a few know
Still they flow
In more ways than none
I give my heart
To poetry
It knows me though and though
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Written By: Bettie Davis ————————– © November o6 , 2o12
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Not Sorry for the Loss
I dared to mount the scale this morn.
Another defeat at ego’s cost?
Stunned was I when the wheel stopped –
ten pounds had been lost.
Was quite uncertain before this time –
a sketchy weigh-in story.
Now the privations and the sweat
have led to the path of glory.
Have had bad luck at casinos
and lost much on the street.
Finally feel that luck has changed –
through loss I’m more complete.
(c) Tony Hansen
11/7/12
Hospital Community
This is how some people share,
they push cancer patients in a wheelchair.
No, life’s not always designed to be fair –
but hospital workers show us how they care.
And there are some – the volunteers,
we only live to copy these peers.
Our clumsy efforts would demonstrate
the caring that we emulate.
We belong to the community of man
and often do the best we can.
Politically naive we sometimes be,
we treat the same everyone we see.
(c) Tony Hansen
11-6-12
Greetings and Good Morning and Happy Wednesday from Southern California. Always looking forward to meeting everyone in this way. Wonderful blog and pieces posted. :love: :love: :love:
In the mist of the winds blowing so hard on this day.
I find my energies exploding in a 1000 pieces .
My mind going in many directions .
I fell my thoughts racing .
My soul vibrating .
My world still with in these four walls.
I fell the heavens call out my name.
Come play a energy game.
Take your crystal amethyst and learn to dream.
Walk with me upon these clouds to come and see.
I’ll take you to your eye’s dreams.
Envision what you must be.
Grab your Aquamarine find you courage and peace.
Believe of better thing to see .
Come and find your muse .
Do you feel the paper thin of heaven news.
You have been chosen to do your own healing work.
Find your tigers eye it will protect you.
Hand me your jade and I’ll let it glow with a healing loving light.
I will help you to make your life turn out right.
We will bring the light to the surface of your mind.
I will help your soul to glow so bright.
Do you feel your energies changing .
Try a little harder miss blue.
Give me your hand and I will show you a better place.
We will stop the thoughts racing .
Still your mind and listen for awhile.
Do you hear it ?
Your world is changing.
It is time to dream what do you see.
I fell your soft heart beside mine.
Your beautiful souls in our rhymes .
I feel your sharing peace.
I fell your sweet friendship in my mind.
I fell like I have a place in time.
I am not alone anymore.
I have you by my side .
Poetry the truth of my insides to my inner core.
my mind loves to write and soar.
my conscious captured by the love and the grey shadows of a mingling mind of words to my soul door.
Imagination is not a insanity dam nation.
It is a beautiful beginning.
One can heal or start new.
My poetry a place I have revisited time and time again.
Soon the pages that are pressed in my mind come alive.
Writing is a fantastic place to grow within.
Writing has been my mercy, my grace, my love, it has help me find my place.
Poetry I have grown to write and know.
My heart , my spirit knows the hurt , the love I placed trust into my writes to know the right.
I have healed a life time with poetry by my side.
On paper the pen flows and soon I see my unbelievable surviving life.
I have wrote about so much strife.
Very little light.
I’m a depth writer to my soul.
The truths I plan to unfold.
Knowledge is a power tool.
And poetry is my guide to the knowing.
On paper my life showing.
Every morning I write to sooth my soul.
Inspiration sometimes gets hard to find.
But my mind finds a road to the unknown conscious just fine.
Poetry seems to be a big part of my life.
It flows like river on to a blank sheet of paper, it paints a picture.
Soon I’m captured by what I find in my mind.
Words falling like golden leaves of a life time.
A love affair with a pen.
A love so true can capture a heart.
Teasing and pleasing till it all falls apart.
Making ones heart turn into a 1000 little pieces of love..
A love so true is captivated by a pen.
A story is told lover’s win.
In mind our souls can be anything.
True love is special spending time together.
Dreaming of spending our life in the forever .
True love is smiling and laughing every time we come together to write
Hugging so tight you will never want to let go.
True love is understanding kind and forgiving.
Love is when your heart cant stop thinking about loving them.
When your glad for a every moment shared .
Them times when you know they really care.
I just call on the pen and he is always there.
Waiting for my first sentence to appear.
Soon the pen takes over and a write emerges.
A magical pen and paper to become the one.
A love affair in the air.
My everything in the lonely times.
We are best friends my magical pen.
He documents my years.
He shelters my fears.
And wipes away my tears.
We are one in this time.
I wake to his smile and wonder what the day will bring.
Adventure or a feeling .
Tears sometimes part of the day,
But he always helps me in any way.
Mine and his a musical friend.
Together we write the pieces of a shatter life.
The hope through the strife.
With out my magical pen I would have nothing to do in the day light.
wonderful blog Diane and Bettie…… :love: :love: :love: :love: