November 2019, seeping in Wuhan , China, Locally, Nationally, Internationally, Globally, Around the Earth, criss crossing. Spreading fast, shaking us, insidiuously, waging a cruel war at us. Our human cells fighting on and on, some tragically others triumphantly with the help of our medical heroes.
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
This plain beacon is what you see But in my eyes it is my soul This beacon does not light like fires, Instead a colour in shades unknown: It does not light, like a bulb; Nor turn on or off like a switch, But instead when I see this beacon, This beacon shines inside my head.
a statue quietly lurks in the corner of my mind, waiting until all is calm. when the dark shroud falls over the blue sky, the statue comes to life as a vicious, fang-bearing, red-eyed, gnarly demon. the demon pulls a dream apart with its long, pointy claws, injecting the shreds with poison until they tangle up in each other to become a tight, infectious knot that can only be untangled...by waking up.
i still do not know the poem i've been trying to write and maybe that's because i haven't been writing one at all or maybe it's because the poem i've been trying to write is not ready for paper and maybe i'm the paper that's not ready for it
Poetry is A way to find meaning A way To look into the soul And find Our true essence When we look into our soul We find the Light of God And The formula To find Our way Back Home Poetry Is just one way Of expressing Truth
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders A tangible dream and my favorite good morning She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became Blood and tears "I trusted you" and "I’m sorry" Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you" I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote