#speech - Hello Poetry

speech bubbles popping spit lubrication of words helping you swallow

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Mar 19

Mar 19, 2026 at 6:59 AM UTC

nivek

10w lubrication of words

speech bubbles popping spit lubrication of words helping you swallow

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Do you see the vision A mission To envision abortion To oppress and suppress Nonetheless The mission To detain and restrain To capture our daughters into a cage full of rage To conjure and injure Their femur broken like their innocence and demeanour If our daughters are not mature How can you be so sure That motherhood is the cure Of course you would not acknowledge Or consider The disaster that awaits But you would acknowledge The disaster if it comes faster Because your leniency is in scarcity Consider mankind And show benevolence Not violence

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Feb 5

Feb 5, 2026 at 3:51 AM UTC

ChinoA

Their mission

Do you see the vision A mission To envision abortion To oppress and suppress Nonetheless The mission To detain and restrain To capture our daughters into a cage full of rage To conjure and injure Their femur broken like their innocence and demeanour If our daughters are not mature How can you be so sure That motherhood is the cure Of course you would not acknowledge Or consider The disaster that awaits But you would acknowledge The disaster if it comes faster Because your leniency is in scarcity Consider mankind And show benevolence Not violence

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I sit awaiting my turn at a speech meet people stand, talk, and, well that's it when a boy walks in with chestnut eyes and beautifully fallen umber hair he was the prettiest man I had ever seen could he like a boy like me? if he even likes boys at that? I mean it's not as if I am weird just different I wasn't born they way I am now being a boy that is I am a boy, I know I am but I didn't used to be the chestnut eyed boy sits down next to me his beauty far more solitary up close the judge calls his name first and he walks to the center of the room eyes stare at him as we give him a round of applause his words slowly carry like broken beautiful souls his chestnut eyes come up to mine and stare for only a moment it's all part of the act I tell myself, that is how speech is if only it could be more his words spill on, every more beauty then the last he pours his soul out onto that stage with a perfect voice with a perfect face perfect I've watched dozens of speeches all scrambled words with no impact until now tears trickle at the corner of my eyes this is what being a speech competitor is truly all about he last words conclude and leaves the room for a different round if only he could have heard me speak I watch more kids go all telling broken tales none better then his I get called up last, to tell my story, one I wish he saw the story of transgender people and them facing society just like this showing all these feelings I am just now maybe if I saw those chestnut eyes deep enough I could tell how the words make him feel and react, being transgender and all the words would fuel his soul to say could he love a boy like me? if he even loves boys at that?

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Feb 1

Feb 1, 2026 at 2:14 AM UTC

M-L-L-L-Hubert

Speech Tournament Loves

I sit awaiting my turn at a speech meet people stand, talk, and, well that's it when a boy walks in with chestnut eyes and beautifully fallen umber hair he was the prettiest man I had ever seen could he like a boy like me? if he even likes boys at that? I mean it's not as if I am weird just different I wasn't born they way I am now being a boy that is I am a boy, I know I am but I didn't used to be the chestnut eyed boy sits down next to me his beauty far more solitary up close the judge calls his name first and he walks to the center of the room eyes stare at him as we give him a round of applause his words slowly carry like broken beautiful souls his chestnut eyes come up to mine and stare for only a moment it's all part of the act I tell myself, that is how speech is if only it could be more his words spill on, every more beauty then the last he pours his soul out onto that stage with a perfect voice with a perfect face perfect I've watched dozens of speeches all scrambled words with no impact until now tears trickle at the corner of my eyes this is what being a speech competitor is truly all about he last words conclude and leaves the room for a different round if only he could have heard me speak I watch more kids go all telling broken tales none better then his I get called up last, to tell my story, one I wish he saw the story of transgender people and them facing society just like this showing all these feelings I am just now maybe if I saw those chestnut eyes deep enough I could tell how the words make him feel and react, being transgender and all the words would fuel his soul to say could he love a boy like me? if he even loves boys at that?

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One thousand eight hundred and twenty-five, years these words once spoken have stayed alive, Born in breath and shaped by sound, Through time and war they still are found. Through village fable, tales are tall, through kingdoms then that rise and fall, So many hear, yet miss this truth, For abracadabra is not a trick for youth. But ancient words lost both deep that stick. meaning lost to haze and trick. For spoken magic once was understood, Not smoke or guise, but something in it's mystical good, A whisper law the wise mage once knew: What we speak seeks to come true. Be careful of each word you say, Be careful what spell you cast each day, Our words are seeds both dark and bright, They grow in shadows, They grow in light. Sharp tongues can cut like hidden knives, Soft words can save and shape our lives, What we write and what we speak, Forms the world we chase and seek. Magic sits on the tongue’s fine thread, Alive in all words we've said, For what is spoken, once begun, Will move and act till it is done. “Abracadabra,” magicians cry, As sparks and rabbits fill the sky, Yet far beyond their fleeting art, Its truer spell beats in pure of heart. “I create as I speak,” its meaning sings, “By word alone creation springs,” With gentle speech, the wild rose may bloom, With words of hate, we summon wilting gloom. This life we know but not so well, We live inside the words we tell, For thought made sound, when soul believes, Takes root like seed the earth receives. So choose your words with mindful care, For magic lives in words right there For what you say, both dark and free, Is what you are and what will be. Though my words may twist, At times turn upside down, I choose them still each one profound, For souls we plant with what we say, Are the seeds we’ll harvest one fine day.

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Jan 22

Jan 22, 2026 at 6:08 AM UTC

MalcolmG

Abracadabra

One thousand eight hundred and twenty-five, years these words once spoken have stayed alive, Born in breath and shaped by sound, Through time and war they still are found. Through village fable, tales are tall, through kingdoms then that rise and fall, So many hear, yet miss this truth, For abracadabra is not a trick for youth. But ancient words lost both deep that stick. meaning lost to haze and trick. For spoken magic once was understood, Not smoke or guise, but something in it's mystical good, A whisper law the wise mage once knew: What we speak seeks to come true. Be careful of each word you say, Be careful what spell you cast each day, Our words are seeds both dark and bright, They grow in shadows, They grow in light. Sharp tongues can cut like hidden knives, Soft words can save and shape our lives, What we write and what we speak, Forms the world we chase and seek. Magic sits on the tongue’s fine thread, Alive in all words we've said, For what is spoken, once begun, Will move and act till it is done. “Abracadabra,” magicians cry, As sparks and rabbits fill the sky, Yet far beyond their fleeting art, Its truer spell beats in pure of heart. “I create as I speak,” its meaning sings, “By word alone creation springs,” With gentle speech, the wild rose may bloom, With words of hate, we summon wilting gloom. This life we know but not so well, We live inside the words we tell, For thought made sound, when soul believes, Takes root like seed the earth receives. So choose your words with mindful care, For magic lives in words right there For what you say, both dark and free, Is what you are and what will be. Though my words may twist, At times turn upside down, I choose them still each one profound, For souls we plant with what we say, Are the seeds we’ll harvest one fine day.

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Many greater poems that I will not share I'm learning of privacy Pretending I don't care that others wont see this greatness just because its personal With myself I have to be merciful Its hard for me to keep quiet when i'm this well with words Not everything should be shared People think they know me I see the stares They can't possibly know me if I haven't even found myself yet That's not fair "Do you think before you speak?" A nasty question, that many times I had to eat I sound smarter when I write first At least those times I know that I think Some day, I want to preach I feel this urge to teach I know that first i'll have to work on my speech

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Jan 21

Jan 21, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC

EstherRose

Untitled for now

Many greater poems that I will not share I'm learning of privacy Pretending I don't care that others wont see this greatness just because its personal With myself I have to be merciful Its hard for me to keep quiet when i'm this well with words Not everything should be shared People think they know me I see the stares They can't possibly know me if I haven't even found myself yet That's not fair "Do you think before you speak?" A nasty question, that many times I had to eat I sound smarter when I write first At least those times I know that I think Some day, I want to preach I feel this urge to teach I know that first i'll have to work on my speech

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Death can alter Death can change anything at the altar Death can deter Death can damage the liver and the motor Death is powerful Death is really awful Death is painless for the deceased Death can destroy mums and lilies Death can change schedules Death kills bookworms, nerds and fools Death can. Death can change everything Under the moon. Death can change anything Death can Death can easily kick the can. Copyright © December, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

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Dec 4, 2025

Dec 4, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC

60Etncelles60

Death Can Change

Death can alter Death can change anything at the altar Death can deter Death can damage the liver and the motor Death is powerful Death is really awful Death is painless for the deceased Death can destroy mums and lilies Death can change schedules Death kills bookworms, nerds and fools Death can. Death can change everything Under the moon. Death can change anything Death can Death can easily kick the can. Copyright © December, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

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Words are fleeting. Structured sounds of substance none. Consonants and vowels, Syllables and sentences. Together framed to stir within the hearer a chosen feeling. ’Tis said that words paint our thoughts; Yet even this conceit betrayeth their falsehood. For they declare not, but veil our true intents. Our veriest machinations— thick and laden with feral wickedness, Our grim and scheming contemplations and our most dreadful and contriving musings — All are gracefully robed in the fairest raiment of speech. Words pierce without a point, and bear great weight yet none at all. They be but cunning emptiness, Intelligently meaningless echoes from the void. Woe unto them that hearken only to the words poured forth From the lips of the vain-glorious seekers of regard and the velvet-mouthed usurpers of men, For they burn with longing, yet lack all essence.

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Nov 29, 2025

Nov 29, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC

ASpikedTeddy

Words

Words are fleeting. Structured sounds of substance none. Consonants and vowels, Syllables and sentences. Together framed to stir within the hearer a chosen feeling. ’Tis said that words paint our thoughts; Yet even this conceit betrayeth their falsehood. For they declare not, but veil our true intents. Our veriest machinations— thick and laden with feral wickedness, Our grim and scheming contemplations and our most dreadful and contriving musings — All are gracefully robed in the fairest raiment of speech. Words pierce without a point, and bear great weight yet none at all. They be but cunning emptiness, Intelligently meaningless echoes from the void. Woe unto them that hearken only to the words poured forth From the lips of the vain-glorious seekers of regard and the velvet-mouthed usurpers of men, For they burn with longing, yet lack all essence.

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speeches write the notes practice, practice, practice look in the mirror and rehearse rehearse until you're sick of the subject take a deep breath inhale, hold, exhale walk to the front of the class look at your notes look at the audience breathe begin elegantly perform your speech just like you practiced the eloquent words flowing off your tongue end your presentation and sit at your desk take a deep breathe calm your racing heart be proud of yourself why? because you faced your fears and you did it! you got this!

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Nov 21, 2025

Nov 21, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC

theperilouspoet77

Speeches

speeches write the notes practice, practice, practice look in the mirror and rehearse rehearse until you're sick of the subject take a deep breath inhale, hold, exhale walk to the front of the class look at your notes look at the audience breathe begin elegantly perform your speech just like you practiced the eloquent words flowing off your tongue end your presentation and sit at your desk take a deep breathe calm your racing heart be proud of yourself why? because you faced your fears and you did it! you got this!

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Noxious animals are colorfully bright Their vibrance and patterns a warning A warning to not get too close That they're a danger It's protection for them I douse myself in all colors of the rainbow Warning the wrong people to stay away And the right people, The people like me, will stay It's a warning for some And an invitation for others Writing has been a love of mine since childhood When I was introduced to it, It became a passion It's an emotional and creative outlet Writing is a big part of my life Now it is my future career

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC

theperilouspoet77

Poetry Speech pt.4

Noxious animals are colorfully bright Their vibrance and patterns a warning A warning to not get too close That they're a danger It's protection for them I douse myself in all colors of the rainbow Warning the wrong people to stay away And the right people, The people like me, will stay It's a warning for some And an invitation for others Writing has been a love of mine since childhood When I was introduced to it, It became a passion It's an emotional and creative outlet Writing is a big part of my life Now it is my future career

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Writing poems is an emotional outlet Any feeling I experience, good or bad, Needs to be released Poetry is the release My emotions bubble up and expand Which can be harmful Writing poems when I'm having strong emotions Is an outlet Releasing pent up feelings to deal with them Writing poems helps when I have big emotions That could lead to dangerous outcomes It's a healthy coping skill When the bad thoughts come creeping in I'm writing three poetry books Right now, for different feelings Poetry is like therapy Except it's free Dark thoughts, happy thoughts, anxious thoughts Can all be translated into poetry So versatile and beautiful poetry is

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC

theperilouspoet77

Poetry Speech pt.3

Writing poems is an emotional outlet Any feeling I experience, good or bad, Needs to be released Poetry is the release My emotions bubble up and expand Which can be harmful Writing poems when I'm having strong emotions Is an outlet Releasing pent up feelings to deal with them Writing poems helps when I have big emotions That could lead to dangerous outcomes It's a healthy coping skill When the bad thoughts come creeping in I'm writing three poetry books Right now, for different feelings Poetry is like therapy Except it's free Dark thoughts, happy thoughts, anxious thoughts Can all be translated into poetry So versatile and beautiful poetry is

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Writing stories is a creative outlet Some stories are based on my emotions to create a scene A thought will pop into my mind, And a story begins to formulate Words will flow onto a page And soon enough a story emerges Settings and characters will spring to life With scenes erupting around it Romance and fantasy and royalty Creating stories is relaxing Something to help unwind with Or when I have free time Scenarios and dialogue flowing in my brain Just aching to be put on paper My imagination runs wild And worlds form inside my head Writing brings me joy and makes me feel free

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC

theperilouspoet77

Poetry Speech pt.2

Writing stories is a creative outlet Some stories are based on my emotions to create a scene A thought will pop into my mind, And a story begins to formulate Words will flow onto a page And soon enough a story emerges Settings and characters will spring to life With scenes erupting around it Romance and fantasy and royalty Creating stories is relaxing Something to help unwind with Or when I have free time Scenarios and dialogue flowing in my brain Just aching to be put on paper My imagination runs wild And worlds form inside my head Writing brings me joy and makes me feel free

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Have you ever loved something so much That without it your soul feels empty Well, I have and for me it's writing, Writing stories and writing poetry Writing has been a love of mine since childhood I was introduced to it by alternative teaching Where I learned about poetry instead of phonics It sparked a passion in me about writing It quickly became a loved subject Then it turned into my future career I want to be an author and a poet That way I can do what I love for work

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC

theperilouspoet77

Poetry Speech pt.1

Have you ever loved something so much That without it your soul feels empty Well, I have and for me it's writing, Writing stories and writing poetry Writing has been a love of mine since childhood I was introduced to it by alternative teaching Where I learned about poetry instead of phonics It sparked a passion in me about writing It quickly became a loved subject Then it turned into my future career I want to be an author and a poet That way I can do what I love for work

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Quit it! Stop being hypocritical about freedom What type or what kind that you are talking about? Be serious! Keep on talking about freedom Until you drive me to boredom Until I am strong enough to eat a live trout Keep on yelling freedom, freedom Until you lose your kingdom In Galatians 5: 1,13-15: we found these words, not in error "You shall love as yourself your neighbor" "But through love become slaves to one another" "If, however, you bite and devour one another, Take care that you are not consumed by one another" Go read the Bible yourselves, ‘because we are free' We are brothers and sisters, we should love one another Yes, Christ died for our freedom, for our liberty We want freedom in America We want freedom in Cuba We want freedom in Columbia We want freedom in Haiti Which is poor because of exploitation Corruption, violence, hatred, pollution Lies, extortion, racism, theft, distortion Misery, slavery, crimes and discrimination Stop, stop being hypocritical about freedom Let's finish elaborating and talking about freedom Before alluding to or commenting on democracy Which is more twisted, complex, convoluted or mazy Big brother is supposed to protect the little one In this world, we should fight for freedom for everyone For the rich, the poor, the underprivileged and the elderly The strong must protect the weak one. Oh! Miss Liberty Stands for something noble and divine for all "For freedom Christ has set us free", so we can walk tall So we can think freely So we can wink freely So we can talk freely So we can walk freely So we can laugh freely So we can clap freely So we can write freely So we can chat freely So we can dream freely So we can invent freely So we can yell freely So we can enjoy life freely While respecting each other And protecting one another Oh! Freedom, Freedom. Too many humans have senselessly And falsely die in your name. Oh! Freedom. Oh! Liberty. Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

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Sep 28, 2025

Sep 28, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC

60Etncelles60

Quit Being Hypocritical About Freedom

Quit it! Stop being hypocritical about freedom What type or what kind that you are talking about? Be serious! Keep on talking about freedom Until you drive me to boredom Until I am strong enough to eat a live trout Keep on yelling freedom, freedom Until you lose your kingdom In Galatians 5: 1,13-15: we found these words, not in error "You shall love as yourself your neighbor" "But through love become slaves to one another" "If, however, you bite and devour one another, Take care that you are not consumed by one another" Go read the Bible yourselves, ‘because we are free' We are brothers and sisters, we should love one another Yes, Christ died for our freedom, for our liberty We want freedom in America We want freedom in Cuba We want freedom in Columbia We want freedom in Haiti Which is poor because of exploitation Corruption, violence, hatred, pollution Lies, extortion, racism, theft, distortion Misery, slavery, crimes and discrimination Stop, stop being hypocritical about freedom Let's finish elaborating and talking about freedom Before alluding to or commenting on democracy Which is more twisted, complex, convoluted or mazy Big brother is supposed to protect the little one In this world, we should fight for freedom for everyone For the rich, the poor, the underprivileged and the elderly The strong must protect the weak one. Oh! Miss Liberty Stands for something noble and divine for all "For freedom Christ has set us free", so we can walk tall So we can think freely So we can wink freely So we can talk freely So we can walk freely So we can laugh freely So we can clap freely So we can write freely So we can chat freely So we can dream freely So we can invent freely So we can yell freely So we can enjoy life freely While respecting each other And protecting one another Oh! Freedom, Freedom. Too many humans have senselessly And falsely die in your name. Oh! Freedom. Oh! Liberty. Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

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When you're afraid to speak, you sell your rights for nothing You sell your conscience, your soul and country for nothing When you're afraid to express yourself, you don't subsist You're no longer alive, you're dead, and you no longer exist. Writers, poets, professors, professionals, teachers and students Be not afraid to say something, to tell the truth, to tell it like it is Language is the easiest form of communicating, say it with ease Say it like brave beings and have no fear to face the elements. When you speak, say it loud, with all your might, force and soul Speak like a Hero. Be brave, be fair, be just, and be strong and bold. Copyright © September 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

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Sep 28, 2025

Sep 28, 2025 at 4:53 AM UTC

60Etncelles60

Freedom To Speak

When you're afraid to speak, you sell your rights for nothing You sell your conscience, your soul and country for nothing When you're afraid to express yourself, you don't subsist You're no longer alive, you're dead, and you no longer exist. Writers, poets, professors, professionals, teachers and students Be not afraid to say something, to tell the truth, to tell it like it is Language is the easiest form of communicating, say it with ease Say it like brave beings and have no fear to face the elements. When you speak, say it loud, with all your might, force and soul Speak like a Hero. Be brave, be fair, be just, and be strong and bold. Copyright © September 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

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Giving the bully, your lunch money does not make him go away. If anything, he comes back hungrier.

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Sep 23, 2025

Sep 23, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC

OldeMrHoover

"A government official cannot force a private party to punish or suppress disfavored speech. "S.C.O.T.U.S.

Giving the bully, your lunch money does not make him go away. If anything, he comes back hungrier.

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A song is a poem With rhythms and rhymes It would be a blasphemy Not to say it and explain it. A song is a prose Put on pause Intermittently With various beats and tempos. A song makes you dance A poem makes you dream And a prose helps us examine. A poem is a classical prose With harmonic words And well-calculated rhymes and verses A poem is really fantastic. A song makes you live A poem makes you revive And a prose helps us survive. Copyright © December 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

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Sep 8, 2025

Sep 8, 2025 at 11:24 PM UTC

60Etncelles60

A Song Is A Poem

A song is a poem With rhythms and rhymes It would be a blasphemy Not to say it and explain it. A song is a prose Put on pause Intermittently With various beats and tempos. A song makes you dance A poem makes you dream And a prose helps us examine. A poem is a classical prose With harmonic words And well-calculated rhymes and verses A poem is really fantastic. A song makes you live A poem makes you revive And a prose helps us survive. Copyright © December 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

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Into deeper darker depths I'm drawn Inch-filled every way in wondrous sight Of life, unseen, unknown, mysterious Yet a familiar revelatory strangeness The prompt blindly followed proved true Echoed in surprising whispery sighs As speech goes forth before hearing So too the way walked then revealed In mutual affirmation I'm given speech In human tongues to craft the ineffable That We hear, know, and acknowledge Thus not hallucinations of wickedness In ecstatic drunkenness I will sleep For tomorrow to greater depths I go

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Jul 18, 2025

Jul 18, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC

ylzm

Call of the Deep

Into deeper darker depths I'm drawn Inch-filled every way in wondrous sight Of life, unseen, unknown, mysterious Yet a familiar revelatory strangeness The prompt blindly followed proved true Echoed in surprising whispery sighs As speech goes forth before hearing So too the way walked then revealed In mutual affirmation I'm given speech In human tongues to craft the ineffable That We hear, know, and acknowledge Thus not hallucinations of wickedness In ecstatic drunkenness I will sleep For tomorrow to greater depths I go

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Freedom is somewhat limited In a so-called democratic society At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is People cannot vote freely Without some restrictions or some stupidities In order to weaken the disadvantaged Even though the US first amendment guarantees Freedom of speech, freedom of expression To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion Freedom is not what it is It is not how it is articulated in the glossary Freedom is relative, please Do not say fire vociferously Or yell gun in the theater At church or in the street corner You will be prosecuted Freedom is not what it should be It is not what the US Constitution intended It to be Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited. Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.

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May 15, 2025

May 15, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC

60Etncelles60

Limited Freedom Of Expression

Freedom is somewhat limited In a so-called democratic society At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is People cannot vote freely Without some restrictions or some stupidities In order to weaken the disadvantaged Even though the US first amendment guarantees Freedom of speech, freedom of expression To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion Freedom is not what it is It is not how it is articulated in the glossary Freedom is relative, please Do not say fire vociferously Or yell gun in the theater At church or in the street corner You will be prosecuted Freedom is not what it should be It is not what the US Constitution intended It to be Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited. Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.

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There are moments when words become more than sound, more than air shaped by thought. They become a call to arms for the weary soul, a rising drumbeat in the chest of humankind. In the mouth of a true orator, words rise like music, then fall like thunder moving hearts, igniting wills, reshaping destiny itself. Spoken with the precision of art and the fire of belief, a single sentence can lift the broken, summon the silent, and awaken a city from sleep. No weapon forged by man has ever rivaled the right words, fueled by conviction, spoken at the right time.

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May 12, 2025

May 12, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC

Cadmus

When Words Become Power

There are moments when words become more than sound, more than air shaped by thought. They become a call to arms for the weary soul, a rising drumbeat in the chest of humankind. In the mouth of a true orator, words rise like music, then fall like thunder moving hearts, igniting wills, reshaping destiny itself. Spoken with the precision of art and the fire of belief, a single sentence can lift the broken, summon the silent, and awaken a city from sleep. No weapon forged by man has ever rivaled the right words, fueled by conviction, spoken at the right time.

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I don't speak often, When I do I don't speak up, But that can change. Two colors rule my mind, A blue hue, A red fool. That doesn't me I'll fight, It certainly doesn't mean I'll lay down to die.

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May 3, 2025

May 3, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC

AbbottJHardison

The Brash And Uncertain

I don't speak often, When I do I don't speak up, But that can change. Two colors rule my mind, A blue hue, A red fool. That doesn't me I'll fight, It certainly doesn't mean I'll lay down to die.

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Lightning tongue Brother tree Strike the dirt Breaking free Roots emerge Like a snake Snap like cords Crack the lake Speak sword-tongue Cut me loose Catch me with Holy noose Let me not Plead, "Away" YHWH God Lord, please stay Earthy tongue Gentle words Friendship won Nesting birds Turn about Long ago What's that sound? I don't know Dove wing tongue Remind me Of all that Love spoke He Calm me down Know my groan Report back Glowing stone Let me speak Orphan tongue Granting me Only lungs Solely You

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May 1, 2025

May 1, 2025 at 8:19 PM UTC

TuckerDobsonNotes

The Word

Lightning tongue Brother tree Strike the dirt Breaking free Roots emerge Like a snake Snap like cords Crack the lake Speak sword-tongue Cut me loose Catch me with Holy noose Let me not Plead, "Away" YHWH God Lord, please stay Earthy tongue Gentle words Friendship won Nesting birds Turn about Long ago What's that sound? I don't know Dove wing tongue Remind me Of all that Love spoke He Calm me down Know my groan Report back Glowing stone Let me speak Orphan tongue Granting me Only lungs Solely You

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The words flow— a river running endlessly, rushing through rapids of bias, crashing down cataracts of prejudice. The cat’s out— out of the bag it leaps. See that wild, spotted thing? It’s called poetry. The beans spill— tumble from the plates of the young, passed hand to hand, from youth to age— never the reverse.

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May 1, 2025

May 1, 2025 at 2:57 PM UTC

mmms

LEAKING THOUGHTS

The words flow— a river running endlessly, rushing through rapids of bias, crashing down cataracts of prejudice. The cat’s out— out of the bag it leaps. See that wild, spotted thing? It’s called poetry. The beans spill— tumble from the plates of the young, passed hand to hand, from youth to age— never the reverse.

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There are over 7,000 known ways, To say 'I love you' on this earth. So there is no excuse to not tell the one you love, That you love them, And maybe they will say the same, I know mine did.

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Mar 19, 2025

Mar 19, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC

AbbottJHardison

7,000 Ways To Say

There are over 7,000 known ways, To say 'I love you' on this earth. So there is no excuse to not tell the one you love, That you love them, And maybe they will say the same, I know mine did.

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A warrior fights for what he or she believes in, A warrior does not need to fight with a gun, And a warrior does not need to have a sword, A warrior does not need any weapons, He or she has their own weapon, It is the weapon of speech, For speech changes people more than a gun would, Or a sword would, Or any other weapon would, or should, Your speech can change people.

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Mar 17, 2025

Mar 17, 2025 at 2:17 PM UTC

Arcane

A Warrior

A warrior fights for what he or she believes in, A warrior does not need to fight with a gun, And a warrior does not need to have a sword, A warrior does not need any weapons, He or she has their own weapon, It is the weapon of speech, For speech changes people more than a gun would, Or a sword would, Or any other weapon would, or should, Your speech can change people.

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