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hellopoet Nov 2024
In Tarbolton's hall, steps were taught,  
Burns learned with grace, his heart yearning.  
Gregg's skilled hands urged him to soar,  
The fiddle's song guiding each move.


The Bachelor's Club became a place of cheer,  
Burns and Gregg dedicated their time,  
Refining steps and thoughts together,  
In dance and music, their spirits intertwined.


From Alloway to Glasgow's stage,  
The baroque fiddle carried timeless tales.  
In New York's hall, its notes would soar,  
Bringing an ageless dance to life again.


Burns' love for dance and music blossomed,  
His world expanded with poetic views,  
Each tune and step invigorated his spirit,  
Enriching his soul with every verse he wrote.


Gregg's fiddle, a treasure from the past,  
Held stories of history waiting to be told.  
Played now in grand and bright venues,  
It continues the legacy of those early days.
A poem on the dancing lessons that Robert Burns took as a schoolboy.
hellopoet Nov 2024
Keep Writing, Whatever Comes

Just keep writing, day by day,
Let words fall out, however they may.
The ink will guide you, though unsure,
In every line, a voice grows pure.

2. Engage with Poems and Poets

In the world of verse, connect, be bold,
Talk with others, both young and old.
Their words will teach, their lives inspire,
Fuel the flame that burns your fire.

3. Embrace Rejection, It’s Part of the Game

Expect the no’s, the "not quite right,"
Rejection’s a shadow, not a blight.
We are not all the same cup of tea,
Nor is every poet meant for thee.

4. Grow in Your Craft

With every word, with every line,
Grow your skills, refine your mind.
Knowledge will deepen, wisdom will show,
As you practice, your art will grow.

5. Control Your Rewards

Don’t wait for praise, don’t seek the gold,
Satisfaction’s yours, in stories told.
The joy is found in what you create,
Not in others’ judgment, not in their rate.

6. Welcome Good Critique

When feedback’s good, embrace the chance,
To learn, to grow, to dance the dance.
But discard the noise that doesn’t speak,
The truth is found in voices meek.

7. Be Kind to Yourself and Others

In the struggle, in the fight,
Be kind to self, keep the heart light.
Give grace to others, as you’d ask,
For kindness, friend, is its own task.

8. Keep Your Eyes Open

Look within, and look outside,
In both the still and the rolling tide.
The world will speak if you just see,
The poetry in all that’s free.

9. Enjoy the Journey

The path is winding, slow at times,
But joy is found in rhythm, rhyme.
Even struggle’s scent will lead the way,
In verse, there’s beauty in the fray.

10. Trust in Your Process

So write your truth, and write it loud,
Your voice will rise above the crowd.
The world may not understand just yet,
But keep writing—you’re not done, not set.
Was approached rather directly by a young & emerging poet about the craft & its process, out came this admonition that covers quite a spread of the territory; it’s far from being the be-all & end-all.
hellopoet Nov 2024
I know it’s a bit lame, but here I stay,  

Hoping for a nod, a word, some say.  

Responses to my poems, thin but kind,  

They bring a warmth, a solace to my mind.



In every comment, human touch I find,  

A thread that weaves me closer to mankind.  

It's not much, yet it keeps my spirit bright,  

My daily dose of human touch each night.
a bit of confessional poetry, not necessarily autobiographical nor an exposé
hellopoet Nov 2024
There is somewhere you belong,
a realm where the echoes of your youth
dance with the whispers of time.
As a wee one, you wielded words,
the mystery of thoughts made tangible—
not just happenstance,
but purpose, power, a pulse
running through each phrase,
each heartbeat recorded,
etched in the canvas of your heart.

Lift your soulful gaze,
eyes ignited, ablaze,
travel back to that moment—
the bedimpled smile,
the laughter swirling like autumn leaves.
Face the sunrise that beckons,
the bold step forward,
tear-stained cheeks,
yet still, the joy remains.
For in each line lies a journey,
a truth that screams:
words unwritten leave us incomplete,
less than whole without you.
hellopoet Nov 2024
Into a new dark age we go,
Marching with voices loud and clear,
The terrain shifts, our minds untrained,
Pioneers of a vast unexplored,
Where challenges hide in the unseen,
And bright lights beckon, waiting for us.

The condition of our hearts has changed,
As we careen through shadows and light,
Year upon year, we seek to define
The darknesses that loom on our horizon,
Searching for meaning in the dark expanse,
To harness what we’ve yet to understand.

Yet, in this vastness, a spark ignites,
A whetted appetite for tomorrows,
We march into the unknown, drawn near
To whispers of hope, where the brave may tread.
Into itself, beyond vast darkness,
The lights beckon, urging us to explore.
sestina
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