Wonderful Wednesday Meet and Greet..Welcome All New and Old Poets, Friends
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
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What you write ones remember
Have to love and respect poetry
Good Evening and Welcome 🙂 I am not late my computer has its own mind tonight 😯 😆 :love: :love: :love: :love:
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ME THE POET SPEAKS
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Poetry
In its own way
Do speak for self
Wherethe in words
Music and are arts it speaks volume
I should know for I write it every day
In one way are another
Songs
Poetry more
Some times both
I have been know to
Dab in art my own way that is
Scribbles more less just lines here and there
Maybe a little water colors once in a bit yet most knows me as the writet
Poetry
In its own way
Do speak in many way
You gotta love it fir it wins hearts
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Written By: Bettie Davis ——————– © February o5 , 2o13
Going through some poems I wrote looking at names of those in heart but, miss here at CPC Pray all are well and may come back to say hello :love: :love: :love: :love:
This dates back to MySpace days, 2007. One of my first friends there, Vicky Wagner, posted a picture challenge, and this was the image. It reminded me of the pavilion where a nephew held his wedding reception about fifteen years ago.
EMBARKATION
Sitting in a limousine
Waiting for the bride
And groom to say good day to all
And then commence their ride.
Bridesmaids in a row by woods
Taking photograph.
Others in their fine attire
Drinks jostling as they laugh.
Parents dancing in the yard
With children they have raised
Will soon see cherished progeny
Depart for brand new days.
Music out of building spreads
Another mirthful layer
Upon assembled multitude
Distracted by a prayer
Benevolence prevails this day
A fitting tribute coined
To youth and love and starting out
Upon life’s journey joined
Waiting in the limousine
For husband and his wife
To say goodbye to youthful past
And so commence new life
FROM MY PEN
It wasn’t that long ago
that I found the notebook
and pen I had put away,
maybe forever,
I had thought,
lines and words
tumbling about
upon those blank pages,
mostly random thoughts
splashed between
and across the lines.
And I tried to make
some sense of them,
what I was feeling
when I wrote them,
what the words
such as they were,
meant to me
in the context of Now.
And then I realized
that what they meant
in the context of Now
wasn’t
the most
important thing.
What was
the most
important thing was
that I had written
something;
I had written down,
on a blank sheet of paper,
something
that was in my head
and in my heart,
whatever it was
that I was thinking
or feeling
in that place
and at that time,
releasing it
from my head
and my heart
through my pen
to the paper
in front of me.
And for me,
at that moment,
a new journey had begun,
a journey that I would take
each and every day
without fail,
and each and every day,
without fail,
I take out that notebook
and that pen,
and write at least
something,
anything
that comes to mind.
And I am thankful
to my friends here
who play such a large part
in motivating
and encouraging
those words
that eventually
find their way
to those formerly blank pages.
(c) barbara kausteklis 2-6-13