Creative Collection - Hello Poetry

Jun 2017

Paul Jones

I sit on the fence that keeps two sides from
tearing each other down. I built that fence.

10:00 - 02/06/17
State of mind: doubtful; contemplative.

Thoughts: from thinking - about how I am sometimes accused of sitting on the fence and not having much of an opinion on current affairs.

Every conflict needs a mediator, a diplomat to quell or cool the heat of an argument.

Questions: what is the value in seeing all perspectives of an argument only to side with none? Is that really indifference or is there something deeper to do with acknowledging that there is no truth, only interpretation?

09:50 - 04/06/17
Afterthoughts: change is important because it encourages diversity. Conflict stimulates change.

I think what I am developing with this thought is more to do with the conflict in shaping what people believe is the best environment to exist in. In reality, there are many. There should be many and we should be free to move between them.

The internet is an environment. Some people ascribe to it, others don't. But both it and alternatives are important. Many facets has the diamond.

I believe the fence is symbolic for realising that there is not one perfect way, but many and is wrong to tear down the diversity we have in favour of a singular way.

#dyad #two #sides #one #fence

Jun 2017

Corvus

Paroxysms of Hunger

I'm the monster clawing at the walls.
You gave me the taste for your blood and then locked me in here.
Your scent stains every surface in the room;
Tantalising but with no flesh to sink my fangs into.
Rabid dog-type wildness becomes me,
Transforms me into a thing driven by madness and instinct.
You are the prey with footprints but no body.
I am the predator never knowing satiety.
Pacing replaces hunting, I'm starving,
And your constant, elusive presence has me frenzied.
Viscera begin to litter the room.
Yours or mine? I don't know. I'm starving.

Suffering from writer's block, so this is a repost.

Jun 2017

Eric W

Anxiety

Sandpaper teeth,
a slight taste of dark,
bitter coffee grounds.
Ants.
Fire ants in the stomach
biting, stinging,
in acidic bile.
Working into a swollen
and unspeaking throat.
Into the veins and arteries.
A thin layer of sweat,
or rain,
as the cloud follows.
Can they see it?
Tongue, thick and heavy
as a brick sliding into
the windpipe.
Choking, gagging,
suffocating.
Over-active nervous system,
shocked by lightening
from the ever-growing,
ever-looming cloud above.
Shaking, tense, angry,
why?
Neurons firing too fast.
Why?

May 2017

Traveler

I FIND THAT I NEED

Can you imagine
What I might look like
Have you any idea
Of who I might be
Filled in with pic's
From your minds eye
A poetic soul
Is vividly seen

I can find no need to hide
Behind the silence of the whisper
Blinded by a need to cast a spell
Upon the listeners
The flowing thoughts
That I must convey
I find that I need
To live this way
............

Traveler Tim

#whatisatag

May 2017

Valsa George

An Easy Catch

A king fisher
swooped down
over the silent lake
A flash
of amber and blue
Bobbed up
with a sloshing silver fish
dangling
from its beak
like an ornate pendant

Something that surprised me and a sight that I really enjoyed!

May 2017

Traveler

SUNDAY THOUGHTS

Are you certain
Of the paths beyond
Can you be sure
Before you're gone

Do you believe
There's a time set
Perhaps it just
Hasn't happened yet

Were you passed over
When the miracles
Were rendered
Do you really believe
Or are you a pretender?

Because after all
We read the guide
The how to live
And never die

The call for help
That rarely came
The smiling preacher
Who god ordained

To lead us all
Through our disbelief's
But where will we land
In our free fall leap?

Traveler Tim
This it about
Superstitious impairment

Apr 2017

South by Southwest

Little Bird

Little Bird flew over the hill
because someone said the
green grass was bluer over there

Little bird was canary yellow
But only on the inside to see

He dreamed of
peacock feathers
Bird of Paradise
rthyms and ways
He was way over his head you'd say

But little bird
was born a sparrow
Brown , ugly , and ruffled
He wore all his emotions
on his wings to display

But one day the cat caught the sparrow
And it was quite a harrow
His feathers you'd might say
Became fiber the old fashioned way

Apr 2017

South by Southwest

Where the words can't go

Maybe it's the strum
or the pulse of the drum
Or the soaring harp
that flies like lark
Perhaps the twinkle
of the keys
Maybe the way the
melody frees
Inside the emotions
cause all kind of commotion
And during the whole interval
nothing's said
as it was already beautiful