A certain spiritual atmosphere
An Old Man who had loss his Wife to an illness
He felt alone
The Old Man noticed his thoughts became to change from negative to positive
He didn’t understand why, but a Guardian Angel knew
It was an Angel sent from Heaven
The Angel appeared in the flesh to the Old Man
He told the Old Man, Heaven has been observing you, and your heart is crushed since your dear wife died
Your Wife is in good hands patiently waiting one day for your arrival
The Angel also stated, “There’s more on your mind beyond your Wife’s departure”
The Old Man responded, “I always feel perplexed and not relaxed”
I am a Heavenly Angel, so I am going to show you how to overcome your negative thoughts and conquer
The Old Man said I really miss and loved my Wife
The Angel said that love will always be there in your heart
Now let me show you how to conquer what’s holding you down
First, Don’t Doubt, always believe, and remember the Lord’s promise, I will always be there
Now that alone is assurance
Like a surge feeling like a bolt with renewed strength beyond compare
Even though I am an Angel, the Lord has been here also all along, and I was the messenger to deliver from Heaven directly to you
You are never alone, when you think you standing as one, the Lord becomes your multitude in victory
Things may seem mysterious, but Heaven opens the door to understanding a tomorrow worth believing
The Old Man felt comfort and a calmness took over
The Angel told the Old Man don't  be discouraged pray and look to the skies above”
With that, the Angel took flight and disappeared.

Aggression with intense force
Anger with expel
Voice elevation in optic swell
But the true aggressor who is the one that establishes tell
The idea is to control emotions in what makes you upset
Take a deep breath is a start in being your bet
Then count from 5 backwards
Never let anymore attempt to bring up your anger
Watch the words in hostility before it becomes an erosion notion
Now you see how the tongue become the poison portion connection
Anger at whom
Anger at the world
The idea of anger management to make you swirl
Anger Management is a theory to control
You will discover your own behold
It is time to calm your anger down
Bring your voice level down to a minimum of sound
Otherwise you will eat your heart out
Later you won’t be able too shout
Anger Management being a look in identity
An effort being that you personally must try
Stress should not lead to tears of cry
Your question of Anger Management should be labeled in your mind in why be angry in the first place
This is what you need to erase
Stress you must let go and just go with the flow.

Reality words
Standing alone
A story told
Woes seen
Between mysteries after another
Circumstances encountered
Down to broke
Pavement living
Cries full of desperation
Mistakes that were made
Gambling and Drugging
No excuses for actions
Time passed on and beyond
No Family nor Friends support
Lonely
All alone
Winters came
Shivering in the cold
Roasting in the summer
Begging to survive
Human rag thrown out
Life was no longer mine
Who was I?
An unknown on the streets
As I walked, a voice said “BE STILL AND WAIT”
I moved slightly, and the voice repeated, “BE STILL”
It was a human voice, but a spiritual one
I began to kneel, and gave praise to the Lord
Life was starting to change
One must believe
Blessings started to pour
My feet planted on solid ground of a new revelation
The discovery with an honor
Encouraging words so true being my follow through
Pavement no more
Living all assured
Divine goodness
I am the witness
The Story
Glory

The Angels being God’s cabinet with a conference with the Lord being the CEO
Clouds gathered on Earth being the flow
Lightening, Thunder and rain being the show
Heavens voice being the establishment from above
The overcast feel was everything to think of
“Seek while God can be found”
“Do this before I the Lord come down”
“Establish in my name, but don't take salvation as being a shame”
I am angry in what I see on Earth
It’s time for a new establishment as a new birth
The wicked seem to flourish on the weak
I see their condemnation that is bleak
Even though I am high above
My power is great to think of
My message is clear
Make your salvation stronger and always hold Heavens near
I don’t want you to have any fear
I want you to have goodness to continue with the theory of preserver
The wicked shall always try to attack
As the Lord I got your back
But with salvation in control, you will be able to handle situations with tack
The clouds all gather in my name
My covenant certainly isn’t a game
My power transcends too all
I am the Earth Overseer being the call.

Full of destiny
Pride Within
Let me take a moment to think
Despair is my cry
There is no hope to even try
Deep in my own sorrows
I have no tomorrow
Hours are times of my still
So I cry again and again
I thought I would overcome
But all I got was none
Fulfillment feels like a far off distance
It doesn’t come in an instance
Hours beyond the seconds
Beckons on Reckons
Torn beyond repair
Life certainly isn’t fair
But do you or anybody really care?

A little Tot wished upon a star
The gift for a Toy bus from a far
The Tot prayed and hoped for Santa
The Tot’s heart wanting joy to enter
The Tot got back in bed
Dreamed into a deep sleep
A toy bus the Tot helped to keep
Santa was working on the Tot’s request
But only the North Pole could contest
Yet the Tot slept with the toy bus on his mind
Dream on Dream on
The next morning being Christmas Day, the Tot looked under the Christmas tree, but there wasn’t any toy bus
The Tot felt disappointed that Santa didn’t come through
Perhaps, there was going to be a surprise
There was a knock at the Tot’s house door
Standing in front was a Greyhound Bus Driver with a Greyhound Bus outside
The Greyhound Bus Driver said, “I have a telegraph for Thomas Anderson, the little Tot special delivery
It was a bus, but it wasn’t a toy bus
Little Thomas was looking for a toy bus, but there is a surprise to the surprise
The Greyhound Driver told Little Thomas to get dressed as we are going for a ride
Thomas asked where?
It’s a surprise answered the Driver
So Little Thomas dressed in a flash
He was quick with a dash
Little Thomas boarded the Greyhound bus being only the Driver and Thomas
The Greyhound bus proceeded through numerous neighborhood blocks
When the bus got to Holiday Lane
Thomas heart filled with joy
His respond was “Oh boy”
Little Thomas was presented with a toy school bus
One can always dream
But hope is what is seems
The Greyhound Bus Driver drove Thomas back to his house
This is truly a Christmas Thomas said he would never forget
Peace and joy from the North Star
Santa had help, and it came from a far
Happy Holidays to one and all
Holly and Jolly being the call

It was merchandise that came alive
Buy me and try me being the stride
Dancing among clothes trying to persuade any shopper
The prices and sales were there own show stopper
But toys also got involved
They also danced among the kids
But some kids were scare and hid
Various toys did catch many kid’s eyes
Through the eyes of a child and the many assortments being a surprise
A jet toy airliner plane with no mention of any name, which will remain
It flew throughout the store overlooking the kids
The plane said, “Look up here and I am flying to all you buy me in preserver”
Come kid persuade Mom to buy as my batteries are already in
If you take me home, you can open the box, and your playing will begin
A Jack in the Box sprang into action
Smiles and laughter on its face being the activation
Suddenly a bubble machine advertised its slogan within the bubbles of “Buy me and become absorbed in fun”
Animation became a shoppers and kids appreciation
However this was definitely the indication
“Animate in coming alive, with the sell and adding a touch of assured in tell”.

Who is Annabelle you ask?
Many people really don’t want to know
Then others had said so
Annabelle being an Evil Doll
Where there is Death is toll
Annabelle is a demon doll possessed
Evil comes to where Annabelle lives
It’s destruction in what Annabelle gives
A Pipe ***** plays Annabelle’s song
Her house no one truly belongs
A song of prey and delight
But throughout total plight
Blood being the fuel to **** people more
There is no night and day to explore
A moment no one will be able to ignore
Flesh turning to decay
Scream if you can
Your life could soon end
What will **** Annabelle forever?
A human soul to take
The moon won’t shine tonight
Demon eyes having a target plight
Black covering day and night
Annabelle continues in her terror reign
How long will Annabelle remain?
Faith verses Evil
Victory will be the Faith
Annabelle will soon burn in Hell
It’s a matter of time and a moment of truth that will tell.

An Old Man was my inspiration
The Old man being my Grandfather
The reason why I bring him up, because his legacy became me being an Achiever
It was those four hours in typing lessons
It was for future business preparations
But this was when I was 15
My Grandfather had me pick a word from the dictionary, and incorporate sophisticated words into my vocabulary
No way do I want to sound contrary
But my training went beyond that
My Grandfather also prepared me for what it would be like in College
He gave me lecture styles the way Professors do
But my Grandfather was trying to built up my intellect and self-esteem
My Grandfather was determined for me in not working hard in life the way he did
Yet my Grandfather wasn’t finished with me yet, he had me train and practice playing the *****, and later had me professionally instructed by two people, Female Opera Singer and Professional Concert Pianist
Let’s say, music to my own ears
So that was my past learning lessons being my personal confessions
Thanks Pop
You are no longer around
But I keep your legacy in me making the sound
You often would say, “You are going to remember this old man”
Why not, I am his number one fan
You helped me achieve
That makes me feel proud and relieved
I was blessed to receive
Now I can encourage others to perceive

Lord, I have labored all I can
It was years from picking cotton and working on the plantation from when
My weeping tears of my many cries
The slave master who pushes me in demand to try
But working in that hot sun with my in fry
I have been beaten with many strikes
It is only by your mercy I continue in might
Lord free me from this tribulation
My outcry prayer being my indication
Continue to have mercy on me Lord
The whip being of the Devil’s strang
Yet my soul creation at God command
Your Heavenly phase giving me strength
My honest prayers to overcome
But with faith I have I have already won
My slavery verse only for awhile
But Lord I know my tomorrow will be an everlasting style.

A Professor who is 77 Years old
Teaching still in the heart with motivation of behold
The Old Professor who teaches at NYU
His subject concentration is “HISTORY”
The past with essence in present
The Professor is the Historian and goes beyond what the encyclopedia represents
Lecturing on the mystery of history
The Old Professor sharing many stories and glories
How Races should relate
History milestones by date
Wars that were started with lives loss
The story of a cruise ship maneuvering through stormy waters being a mighty wavy toss
History having the time of when
What happened then?
Doomsday loomed over the world
Uncertainty being the world’s swirl
Civil Rights having a justice cry
Opposition was busy wondering why
Afro-Americans gave their every try
Strength being the multitudes
Eventually things did soothe
But there was a purpose with a mission to prove
History went to some degree just like that
The pioneers who achieved
Yet some pioneers who were deceived
However, the Old Professor simplified his lessons to help the students understand
The Male Old Professor was wise and stressed adapt
Concepts were always clear and understanding being a snap
I offer the Old Professor my honor while dipping my cap
Historian in deed
Keep on teaching on Old Professor as knowledge is what students need
Your wisdom has the continued green light to proceed
It’s all about teaching and getting the understanding creed.

Written words
Beyond measure
My heart having no pleasure
Every thought with a doubt
Concentrating as I am moving about
Yet the pages have no imagination
It is just pages of here and there
The whole situation within beware
There’s no destination
No explanation
Stuck on page jam
Dilemma
When will I overcome at the surface?
Pause is ever so obvious
Pages upon pages full of rage
Perhaps it settles with my old age
The sentences don’t mount
Each letter is beyond count
I am totally dissatisfied
I am in reside
This is life in provide
It is become my stride
But all I want to do is hide
But for now, I must reflect and take everything in
Start all over with a new page of begin
I can’t be still and pretend
This can’t be an end
I must transcend
Believe and I just accomplish
Fulfill until complete done
This is something to look upon
It is up to me being the only one

As the years roll on
It has become more and more harder to wake up with a yond
Yet it is still living to look upon
My sight has gone dim
However, I am deep in my self-conscious being a whim
I remember my youth being athletic
Back in my school days, I ran track, swam and lifted weights
Those were my dates as I relate
Young and full of energy
I would have many women to date
But time as expired, and age says I am too late
I am an old man walking with a cane
I have aches and pains that shall remain
But I won’t concentrate and complain
I lived my life in how it was meant to be
My wife passed on after 45 years of marriage
We met in college and became lovebirds
Tomorrow became today being remembrance in heard
My heart wants to shout, but my mind has no uttering words
Old age in how I gained wisdom
It won’t be long before I will be entering the Heavenly kingdom
My wife and I will be reunited once again
It’s in God’s hands of when
Old man with a thinking mind and sincere heart
Hope in Heaven, and target everlasting.

On September 27, 2017, a Partnership between Peter Pan Bus Lines and Greyhound Bus Lines on the Northeast Corridor will come to an end
The key word is “Independence” of both that will begin
Interline tickets barring both bus carrier names will no longer remain
It will be individual tickets only barring the issuance of the bus company name
Before on the Northeast Corridor having both Peter Pan Bus Lines and Greyhound Bus lines combined together
The term individuality will be two carriers being the other
Peter Pan Bus Lines is run by the Picknelly family
The company was once part of the Trailways Organization
When Peter Pan started doing runs South coming through New York City nobody really knew who Peter Pan Bus Lines was
It wasn’t until Peter Pan and Greyhound formed an agreement and that is how Peter Pan became passenger known
Peter Pan and Greyhound will operate as a separate entity
Peter Pan Bus Lines is a bus company being an away we go
Then there’s Greyhound who started the partnership show
But it has become a time to move on
Peter Pan and Greyhound are bus operations that are still strong
Now this is something travelling bus customers will have to get used to
But it will be a matter of time they will get through
The highway will always keep both bus carriers connected
There could be select in what passengers will elect
But bus travel in general I don’t think will have that much effect
Two enterprises having histories of their own
What’s in a name has always been shown
A partnership that will change
The names of Peter Pan Bus Lines and Greyhound Bus Lines that will always remain.

First let me inform
1947 I was not born
This poem involves a 1947 Silversides bus that was designed in that year
Now let me preserver
As a Bus Hobbyist
The Silversides is history on every list
It was the 1960’s when my Godmother ran a Charter trip to the Dutch Country, which you know them as the Amish in Pennsylvania
It was a Red and Silver design
It looked like a Trailways fleet
But for me the bus was unique
The Silversides was the Motor coach kind
I actually rode being genuine
There was no Restroom aboard
There was Air Conditioning, but it was the season of spring on a mild day so the Air Conditioning wasn’t needed
I was enjoying riding the Silversides being a Vintage of history
I was given the opportunity to ride a bus having a past
The evolution of time that accelerated fast
But my name is on the 1947 Greyhound Silversides housed at the Greyhound Bus Museum in Hibbing, Minnesota
So I will always be reminded of vintage
The opportunity surrounding privilege
Bus Education giving me leverage

A Pastor who is supposed to preach God’s word
He was telling the congregation and their response could be heard
The Pastor took the offering and tithes and went to a racing track
Now the congregation didn’t know what to think on that
The Pastor is the ambassador of the man of God
Saints were attending the church all in good faith
Yet a feeling if the Pastor is truly about salvation?
But there’s the Holy Scriptures and one must think of Revelations
Well the congregation of “WHO KNOWS GOD BEST TABERNACLE” knows all too well that God no one can sell
It is salvation of faith that should be on the lips of tell
The Pastor should have kept his mouth shut
God’s word stands along being well put
A church is not a church when congregation must provide funds towards another gain
God’s covenant is what will remain
God’s message, “Feed my sheep and let their faith be the upkeep”
The Pastor’s responsibility in having honesty in Jesus name
Now the Pastor had turned funds into his own
Being a Pastor, he should have known
In all aspects within the congregation, he was done
However, the Pastor must repent and change from his worldly ways
The idea is that the Pastor must stay on the Holy track
Move forward and not look back
God sees and knows
If a man is truly of God, the Holy Spirit will confess in show.

Distinction
Appreciation
Darkness into light
Decay with a revise
Deep Drama having a surprise
Echoes into deep thoughts
The when with an after
Blood flowing through the flesh
How much time living do I have left?
My life and a knife with my mind that controls
I can no longer take whole
My freedom has become bold
My years as I am now old
Yet my understanding being of engaging wisdom
What I thought is not what I believe
Resentment being my deceive
I hear trumpets with a mellowing tone
The Death Angel is letting it be known
Darkness has approached
Put on my White Robe
I have been called
The Perling Gates have opened
Loss in deep sleep
My soul not mine to keep
I have risen
A world I shall not return
My final eternity

One man who stood among giants
Short in status
Mighty in endurance
It was the spotlight in posing
The man’s name was Ed Corney
Mr. Corney was a Master Poser
Amazement and determination throughout
Dazzle in muscle as they entertained
Ed Corney is a name that just remain
It all relates to the sport of Bodybuilding
Mr. Corney muscles were always ready and pumped
He trained with precision
Mr. Corney practiced posing with all the right moves
Posing with transition in elegance being smooth
Dramatics beyond any verbal script, but creativity being an art
Mr. Corney can be seen in the documentary of Bodybuilding being “PUMPING IRON “
Bodybuilding was Ed Corney’s heart
It was the fire burning within from the very start

One would often see Ed Corney among Arnold Schwarzzenger, Franco Columbu and Serge Nubret and other Bodybuilding champions
Mr. Corney trained lacking nothing, but everything to gain
Competition to win being the purpose
Yet Ed Corney was more than just Bodybuilding
It didn’t matter he won numerous bodybuilding titles, but ne never loss sight of devoted fans
It was Mr. Corney fans encouragement, and that is what caught Mr. Corney’s eyes on the prize of bodybuilding achievement
Mr. Corney was a humanitarian in every sense of the word
The weights in all gyms have dropped down on all floors
The loss of a Bodybuilding Champion
A long list of Bodybuilding competitions
A muscled hero will be posing in Heaven
Ed Corney’s final competition is won
He is in God’s Kingdom
God said, “I will give you rest and on Earth you did your best”
You have achieved awards on Earth
But Heaven will be your enriched birth
Ed Corney words he might would say, “Thank you fans, but my work in Bodybuilding is finished, and remember me in being distinguished. Train wise and achieve your own expectations, but always have the art of Bodybuilding in appreciation. Remember the greats who made Bodybuilding what it is today, and tomorrow being your heritage. It has been honor to share with you being one of the Bodybuilding stars. My journey has taken me beyond the Bodybuilding skies and planets. This is not a finale, but until we meet again.

A&B Surround me

C&D What do you see?

E&F Dancing with plenty of time left

G&H Country style

I&J   Are you still with me?

K&L There’s a ranging of a bell

M&N Dance while you can

O&P We the People

Q&R Head home far following couples

S&T Dancing partner swing

U&V Country style music doing its thing

W&X Relaxed no longer perplexed

Y&Z. The ** Down accomplished and now applaud

Associated Press
Media known
Stories that are always full blown
Journalism Promise
News being honest
Eyes of observe in the how and now
News that effects our everyday lives
First hand
Global vices
Politics wording reel
The happenings for real
Exposure
Picture perfect
Angle and Concept
AP Style
Getting your attention while
AP Movement
In the News
Captured and Exposed

Perhaps lost in space
Lost in time
Lost in appropriate words
A wonder if I am need to be heard
My tolerance level feels like a herd
Separation being my apart
As a Poet that is my start
Mysterious into the obvious
A galaxy unknown
Sentences in dazzling lights
But stuck in a pitfall in plight
A spaceful thought
A battle between the Milky Way mind and words in fought
Solitude beyond
Apart from my heart and soul in connection
Revitalized like a resurrection
As a Poet, there is a behold
I managed to compose, but that is a suppose

A storm had arrived
That moment was taken in stride
A lesson was learned
A heart burning like an urn
It was like a volcanic eruption
There was distinction in the information
Don’t worry just write the story
The mind focused on the words
Something the Poet wanted to say
The Poet thought, they had put Poetry on hold
Now the words were about to take whole
Tomorrow might be too late
It was no time to hesitate
It was the need to create
A day begins
Writing continues even after the evening ends
Poet sighting

Granddad I know you are deceased
But I have some remembrance that needs to be released
I know you are looking down on me from Heaven
I still remember your words even at seven
You had encouraged me from the time of my birth
You taught me new skills for what they would be worth
All this you did before you left this earth
You made me practice typing for 4 hours a day
Then you told me up the ladder this way
It was those inspiring words you used to say
In some way, my day would always be ok
I also remember you stating, “Chose a word from the dictionary and incorporate in my vocabulary”
You wanted be to an intellectual solidarity
Your inspiration was for me to achieve
Higher education you wanted me to receive
Your words to try
Start thinking from I
Your vision of me as a commodity
Involvement in business with society
Your persuasion for me to explore
This was in case if I wasn’t sure
I continue to remember you always in the now
It was your teachings in showing me how
You are looking down on me and feeling proud
Time has a base that is simply allowed
Granddad your wisdom being next to none
But you will always be my number one.

April 11, 2016

Poetry USA and GLOBAL
Poetry Trail Plaza
Poetry Voice, Any State 72101

Dear Poetry Listener Business Leader:

I am a Poet offering you a word in opportunity maybe
My illustration for you to see
I offer your business sentences in word detail
Stick with me and follow the trail
My pitch I shall not fail
Instead of the usual writing business format, I am using Poetry to explain my approach being the point
Poetry being the voice of communication
The words offering persuasion
The sentences being my Marketing Campaign
Satisfaction is my aim
As a Poet, we are the best advertiser
Words that says it best, don’t take us for granted as we don’t settle for less
We can turn your company name in being the leader at top game
We are voices who know how to get involve
If there is a problem, we are like consultants and can solve
So look over the particular of words
As a Poet, you have now heard
Thank you in advance, and the opportunity being our chance

Simply yours,
POET FLOW
WE ARE THE ONE’S BEING IN THE KNOW

I started writing while tormented and fear
I didn’t know how I was going to preserver
I knew I couldn’t just give up
It was night after night with alcohol in my cup
Every thinking word seemed to capture my vision
When it came to writing that was for a reason
A voice kept saying, “Create then Illustrate”
This might be considered fate
I am sure everyone can relate
Yet an encouraging word shouted out, “It’s never too late”
I began to think and later wonder
My mind seemed to jump to a journey yonder
Suddenly, poetry came to life
Somehow the yonder was like given advice
I knew then I had a purpose in life
Destiny being the talent that was poured on me
It all made since
My words became past tense
Time moved on
I was writing beyond my own yond
But now a reflection to look back
Even now, I find it hard to even keep track
Poetry has captured my inspiring heart
Purpose being my name as a Poet
Inspired still with a determined will
It’s not some medicated pill
It’s being a Poet until
Until next time, I bid you all well.

It was **** on the Poet’s mind
Illuminate being a combine
The thinking might sound sublime
The Poet’s words continued to walk the streets
The sentences were a warning to retreat
Anger full of hate
It was that thought having a moment and a date
This was the Poet’s time in not be late
There was a mission at hand
A dimension between good and
The Poet’s own words is what kept him alive
The Poet’s compelling thoughts were like a dark alley
Emotions beyond control
No behold to take hold
Yet slowly in movement having a surely, the Poet was starting to come to his senses
There was a reflect on good and evil having no stood
But the mind was concentrating on if the Poet could
However, a Poet is going to be a Poet
The Poet being an entertainer like Spider Man Caught in a web of words
Its the Poet’s words that no one can predict
Its the movement of time like a clock tick
But it’s only the Poet’s words that will actually stick.

My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.

My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.

My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.

My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.

My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.

My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.

My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.

It was a day in the morning dew
My thoughts formulating in becoming a slew
A heart felt embrace
Enjoying life and not letting it be a waste
The sunrise in starting a new day
So many words in what to say
Giving thanks comes to mine in every way
The words full of inspiration
But the enthusiasm eyeing contemplation
Why do I fear my thought?
Perhaps some organizational filing in my mine being sort
I believe in my chosen words
It’s all about being heard
A Poet knows all the details
The motto being, “What works and what fails”
You now know a poet’s trail and how they prevail
Am embrace of combined ideas
The heart in knowing how to preserver.

Words hidden within one’s soul
One’s voice with expression in behold
The wonders in what is established within one’s mind
The picture being how the words are combined
The confidence in being assured
A Poet who sees beyond the T & I
It is the encouragement called inspiration
A ****** providing anticipation
Now that I have your attention
It’s what’s in the Poet’s words
It’s the reader ear’s that need too be heard
A child who stood up
A parent who heard close up
My words that endure
My understanding in how I must mature
Words being a relaxing cure
A reason too live and an opportunity too give
This is a Poet’s write
The instill of delight
Seeing respect in being polite
The connection of words in the horizon sight
A Poet being more than the letter P
They are individuals with perfection talent for all to see
Value being the quality of one’s talent that is truly developed
Let’s not forget and always remember
“Words are not truly words unless an open heart that understands”
“Let sentences go not without the solid withstand”
We are Poet’s and our words being character as our caravan.

A Poet loss in their own words
A point of no return
Ideas mounting like flames in an unbreakable urn
Sentences that prepared the words for take off
Journey through the Poet’s inspiration
The speed being acceleration
The Poet establishing a tomorrow
The pinnacle having a morrow
Being the steady pace of arrival today
There are moments when the Poet could go astray
Yet at that point, it is ok
The reason being the thinking in progress
A mind getaway would be considered like recess
A Poet’s thoughts are always on the move
Having everything to prove
A Poet being who the person is
Emotions the Poet wants to express
To the reader, it could be a sign of a confess
But always remember, the Poet holds the everlasting test
The Poet is the only key to their mind
No Pass or Fail
A straight line being direct to the Poet’s trail.

It was the holiday feeling where a Poet needed to write
From Poet to Poet, it was holiday greetings in being polite
A Poet writing sitting in a chair by the fireplace
As the Poet was at home, the snow started coming down
The feeling of Christmas was heard being the sound
While the Poet was at home, he didn’t worry because he was warm by the fireplace
Suddenly there were echoes of ranging bells
It was familiar being a Christmas Carol, and the Poet could tell
But what really surprised the Poet were his own words giving him holiday cheer being total inspiration
The Poet wrote many times, but being extra careful in not saying the wrong words
Even a little mouse sat and observed every word in the write on the Poet’s page
Both the Poet and the Mouse were amazed
But the snow outside got even heavier
In fact, it had become a snowstorm
So the Poet thought, “How would Santa travel through the storm?”
The Poet felt it was time to go to bed
The Lantern was turned off
Later the Poet felt into a deep sleep
Suddenly, Santa arrived and came down the chimney being his normal stride
But Santa’s Reindeer certainly had to hide
Santa left the Poet a special book, “Inspiring Poets in the Know”
Later, Santa took off and dashed away in the night
Well the Poet woke up Christmas morning and was surprised in seeing the book
Page after page, the Poet took a look
If you dream and believe enough comes with possibilities
Well the Poet appreciated the book
This was a Poet’s Holiday
Just like Rudolph, the Poet went down in history
Yet to others being false hopes, and to others no mystery
A Poet who writes today becomes words yonder ever after.

I don’t know how much time I have to live
This will be my last inspiration in give
I have achieved Poetry and my heart being admiration in glad
It all dates back when I was a lad
I am assured
It is all related to the Lord
My Poetry will carry pm even after I am gone
In the distance, I visualize dew in the yard
It will be the inspiration for all to look upon
Total captivation spirit
Motivation coming from Heaven’s merit
Poetry was my lessons learned and experiences gained
My Poetry was my inner soul
A tomorrow being my every day
Having a mind focused and not astray
A Poet’s writing being done
It was the moments watching the rising sun
I am thankful I was alive to write
My writing will now come from above
It will be my memory to think of
My writing soul has gone up
But the encouragement is never get fed up
My tomorrow has arrived for me
My time that will be spent with thee
However, stay inspired being the key.

Sun up to Sun down
You would often see me write in my living room being found
I come from a small town
But on this particular day, I had no ideas to write
I don’t know if it was fright
It might have been a temporary writing block in a moment plight
But let me catch my breath over the shock
I am determined ready or not
Suddenly, ideas began to pop into my head
This was my moment to write and not hesitate instead
My words literally jumped from my head and onto the paper
I was writing as if it was a caper
I was totally motivated and full with appreciate
For Heaven’s sake
My writing has an illustrate
Moon’s ago
I was a vision from a dream
There was no danger by any means
I lived and was taken care of by Wolves
I learned to eat and protect myself
It was living in nature survive
I began too embrace with nature in the all outdoors
It didn’t matter to the Wolves if that I was human with two fours
It was an embracing affair full of love
Now that I was a Full Gown adult, it was time to move on and tell the Wolves Good-Bye
The Wolves howled in not wanting me to leave
I hugged each Wolf
My appreciation for survival was the proof
As I looked at that forest in never to return
I will never forget my roots
My question came to mind in what did I learn?
Devotion and kindness for the woods dedicated
This is my dedicated story being the actual witness
My life was with what it was supposed too be
My own eyes I did see
Thank you Wolves for inviting and enlightening me
The forest taught me always to reflect and come back
My writing showed me, “Imagine That”
This poem is dedicated to all Poet’s and Writer’s all around the world in being a fact
Poet’s Diary full of momentum
Yet active in a writing voice
My tomorrow came quick
This will always stick
Write on and continue to write on.

Good day Poets
Your mission is to write until you can’t write anymore
See where your words will take you in explore
Find those words into your hidden treasure chest
This will be your journey being your investigating crest
Capitalize and periods will be the mission watching
Find your when from then
Transcend until the very end
Clear across the globe there is a new blend
Your mission is to write and pretend
If you decide to take on this assignment, the words will spell out in sixty seconds
Good Luck
Striking words, distinguished words and yearling words
Your words in actually being heard
A Poet’s mission impossible in turning the possible into able.

It was the hour before Midnight the time for a Holiday Poet write
The Poet knew it had to be something that would excite
Burning the night thinking oil
Yet being intrigue with no foil
A little boy was sitting in his own house on Santa’s lap
Santa in smiles with a jolly look along with his Red and White including his cap
The Little boy’s parents were asleep for the night in their deep nap
Soon after, the little boy offered Santa a Cookie and Milk snack
During this time, Santa was narrating all about the North Pole
It was a wonder in the little boy taking whole
As the story would start, the Elves are the toy makers and the production
That was Santa’s introduction
The little boy responded, “Toys”
Oh what a joy
Of Course, Ms. Claus keeps Santa fattened up
Oh the Christmas winter snows and the shining stars
Every Star twinkles far
Yet they bring a remembrance of a miracle
Oh come all you happy Children
Marvel the wonder and Spectacular
Look to Christmas beyond
It was a little Babe that was born
Being the Light of the World that would be walking among
Santa’s fascination in narration caused the little boy to break into a yond
Now was now time for the little boy to sleep
Santa has a busy schedule to keep
So Santa carried the little boy to his bed
Lately called all his Reindeer
Right at that moment, Santa dashed away
Gifts were left under the little boy’s Tree
The Christmas momentum in preserver
The holiday season had truly arrived
Yet the night was Santa’s threshold in behold
Yonder the star and a Babe being holy a far
Season’s Greetings too all
Cheers and be Merry.

Ingredients being the surprise
But just the simmer the flavor that makes you wise
The Baked Potato of words to peel
The salad of everything coming together with the Salad Dressing of emotions being real
The meat being the solid contrast within words written
Just let the words digest after being eaten
Take in the aroma and the let the words dazzle your senses
What’s cooking in your oven mind?
Did you preheat your words?
A good serving of words with hearty details
Fill your wordy cup high to the prim
Now write and just let the reader take it all in
Fresh from the oven
Poetry words you haven’t heard
Words with fire come with the desire
As a Poet, it’s all about inspire
Well the *** of words is all tender and done
Have you been served in the poetry meal?
It’s not a McDonalds nor Burger king
It’s poetry being the thing.

It was words from creativity of then
All this thinking had the Poet pondering on when
It was the moment sitting high above on a bridge
It was life being a privilege
The seven seas as they revolve
The feeling of the flowing breeze to think of
Suddenly the sun’s spotlight giving warmth all around
The movement of cars all making a sound
Yet the moment of life can be a sudden tap of death
A moment can be a second with fast acceleration
It doesn’t matter of age within the generation
But the source of a Poet’s quick write
Bringing from the heart and knowing how to excite
It’s the pen and paper on a specific quest
A computer and display screen as a back up in confirming the request
We all take one day at a time
Yet as a Poet we take thoughts with ideas in what’s combined
Understanding and wisdom in what experience has given
Education can only take you just so far
In order to achieve you must the experience scar
The inspiration coming from within and establishing a dialog at the end
The Poet is one that knows, and also wants to encourage all and yet instill in let your feelings show. Your ideas no one can take away. Your mind being its own human microchip and your creativity hidden just waiting to come out.
Words upon words, and this is what makes a Poet in what I am talking about.

A word put there
Who enters in where?
Anticipation by surprise
The beauty of a sunrise
The mind captivated like an enterprise
But through it all, a turning point in realize
The vision of one’s talent
The wonder of one’s accomplishment
It becomes the establishment of an idea
A concept that will preserver
Words full of enchantment
Into the eyes of familiar words
Also a poet in saying “By the way”
These are my true unspoken words in which I say
It brings encouragement in being committed day by day
Explanations being heard
I wrote but didn’t speak
I heard but refused to listen
My smile was something not of the other
There was no image sharing with another
I looked beyond the person
My wildest dreams I haven’t seem
However I know I must be truthful and come clean
As a Poet I must stand up for who I am
My legacy is whom I am about
A poet to say it is ok
You are the breeze within personal touch, and you are in the merit that says much, however move your hand into write then later your pause will be a delight and your soul being polite.

Trying to put the words where they belong
I have been writing all so long
A Poet writes what they feel
It could be one’s reality for real
A Poet can write hours after hours
But when a Poet reads what they wrote, it doesn’t sound like the inspiration being spoke
A Poet writes more
But the mind states, there’s more to explore
The night can turn Midnight
It’s those very hours the Poet should be a sleep
But it’s the Poet’s inner emotion soul he wants to keep
Sweat pouring down with a tomorrow that has already came
What have I written?
Is it something forbidden?
I am surrounded by sentences feeling like a gate
But being a Poet, can I relate?
Shadows of me
Darkness no one can see
A Poet doesn’t need a name
It’s a write with an idea that came
Some say, a Poet is nothing more than a game
A Poet writes what’s in their head
Yet sometimes people feel misled
Only a Poet knows when they are a Poet
It’s the confidence to show it
It doesn’t matter if people don’t understand
A Poet will always be in demand
The Poet has the passcode, and it is called “Unload”.

A Poet to be who was in bed thinking lying down
Eyes focused in the room looking all around
He wrote down some words
But the question within him how will he be heard
A Poetry Festival was coming to his town
A new approach that had been found
The Poet prepared some of his writings to the test
He wanted to make sure they were his very best
It will be poetry to read having inspiration to proceed
Oh the thought in deed
The Poet became an actual Poet
No longer being a Poet to be
The audience witnessed themselves in applause and they did see
The Poet explained to the audience he never gave any thought in being a Poet
It was something in the ceiling that gave him the idea
As you can see he did preserver
But I encourage anyone with a desire to write
Unlock your mind with fear and don’t be uptight
Take your time and watch as words accelerate
Writing is never too late
Let your mind tell you what to say
Thinking in the moment is certainly ok
Don’t hesitate in write, just expel in write
Before you know it, you will find you were meant to be a Poet
It was just having courage to show it
A Poet I am and shall be
Now I am making writing my life for all to see.

My voice went from write to rhyme
My pen from letters into words
A freedom of formation in wanting to be heard
When others told me my writing needs to stop
I am busy now so please just knock
Enter in if you mean good
If you can’t then be still as I have a writing will
People tried hard to put my writing down
But my determined desire continued in me being around
Constant attempts in efforts for me to fail
Through the skies of inspiration, this is how I prevailed
My writing being a gift sent from above
It’s the poetry swing with everything to think of
I am exercising my Freedom of speech
It’s the entire world I am trying to reach
Write on and calm down
A Poet’s destination is an ongoing bound
We learn to adapt
We are creative in a snap
Yes I have transcended from a writer and advanced to Poet
My words establishing from my mind being a still well
But as a Poet I have triumphed in gaining experience in tell
Words that don’t wait nor hesitate
But one thing that is sure, I always participate
A Poet of me being reality in which you see
The mission being Poetry being everything it should be
Take a poetry ride with me and you will see
The sunrise is your wake up call
A call to write
Influence to excite
Poetry stands alone
As a Poet, I had to let it be known
Now you know, poetry is full blown.

Deeper beyond any words in write
Destruction at every corner having a strange direction
Yet a plight with numerous complications
A Poet’s thought of life in the mind
A bit of surprises that might seem sublime
The Poet writes what they had experienced
The emotions were disturbed by a storm within
The storm became severe
There was a roadblock with no idea of how to preserver
The Poet’s mind became a conclude
The formulation was no solitude
But something told the Poet to jolt down the words
Immediately there was a silence with no sound
The Poet had no idea in where they would be bound
It wasn’t a place nor a town
But the Poet knows who they are and will construct a write down
The sustain will continue to remain
Yet the Poet dwells blame
A theme suddenly pops into the Poet’s head, “For Once It Came”
It’s all but a memory of a dream
It was long time ago standing as a youngster playing by a stream
I must return to reality, and think Poet
But as I write, I understand within my own convictions, and as a Poet, I now know it.

Words that came with being inspired from the sky
It was those thoughts being notions with learning in how to be wise
The Poet’s voice being the connection of my true self
As a Poet, we have our own secret like nobody else
The clouds being the platform in setting the stage
The Poet’s true heart in what would amaze
The freedom of expression
A Poet’s lesson being the indication
The Poet’s mystique setting the romantic vibe
The sentences combined describes the Poet’s written scribe
A Poet’s thoughts comes from making many strides
A true poet who only knows
What became suppose is what the dialog that showed
Eye on inspiration
Eye on condition
The words in what you see
Your thinking in what they could be
The Poet’s mind wanders
The ideas that are complex and how they ponder
A Poet takes you on a trip
Yet upon reading you discover a tip
A Poet can always transcend because it’s the reader’s mind that lets the Poet in. It’s a new beginning with a different approach. While its one that writes, and it is the other one that thinks.

Not a magic carpet flying in varying directions
But it is a journey well taken
Distance far
It doesn’t involve using a car
It’s the inner thought
Words that just come to mind
At times it might seem sublime
But it’s the Poet being one of a kind
No one can tell a story unless one truly has one
It doesn’t mean end before it is done
Poet establishes until complete in being among
Yet the Poet’s flavor is about fun
After all, they are next to none
Travel in the in the mind can be anywhere
Experiences to share beyond compare
Emotion from the heart
But that is only one start
A Poet is always on the move
It’s the words within the sentences to prove
It’s the comfort being the soothe
The feeling of on the beach
It’s the shore meeting the Poet in reach
The ocean extending wisdom in teach
So this is the Poet’s Whole New World
This is what turns the heart into swirl
Journey on into the possibilities
A Poet is the one that creates realities