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Poetry,Now not in waiting

Of Poetry!

Well to my semi dwarfed mind
without knowing the nuances
of concoction of poetry,
save verbal criticism
I feel the power of sharing
what one knows
or deems to know,
with ones brethren

Poetry is the emergence of a natural thought
out of a vessel constrained
stifled as you may say,
for you always tell me,
I speak of,
in riddles least understood
And
so as many can't understand
what the poet had in one’s mind
at that anointed hour,
when poetry flowed down ones nervous mind
that itself becomes a reason
to converse on

WHAT THE POET

Actually meant

Life's discourse is such
It manifests in forms unknown
un- understood by many
and this effulvesence (new word)/effervescence
One calls inspirational poetry.
Hope I have conveyed some sense,
else garbage it as non –sense
If not any sense

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage: 

Comments

I LOVED it. very honest.

from an upcoming poet
God bless you
my youngest
FRIEND AND
poet

loved

author comment

You are tongue tied as usual, when you get down to writing poetry there are few that can touch you.
So I wonder at what this convey's to such as a young Bard, in his swirling through the ways of old to transfer feelings to others that only you feel.
To cut to the Fox Hunt the hounds of poetry and verse that pleaseth us, is asked of you in whispered voices, lest we trouble your fashioned way.
Now take that old quill and bring music to our ears, of words ringing the universes very life force.
Oh and the above write was as is norm Very Good, take care young Bard, Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

At times when I don't hear your voice,
nor see your face
the challenge within me does not surface...

Hold it ...
later,
there is a knock
on my door...
no,
it’s not the rain,
pitter patter,
some one hopefully,
a guy has come
to now slaughter,

Who?

Heaven knows…
if I don't return
all will know
Loved goes.

loved

author comment

Only dropped in to let you know that I am still around and reading your words.Also to talk to you about the way your quill strayed into those realms of not believing in ones own abilities.
I hope that when I pop in next time I will see a gleam on your face that says all is right with the world and I am writing my lovely poetry again.
I don't mind having Salmon sandwiches on the veranda with the small glass of single malt lol
You take care young Bard, Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

read all my unread ones
till i return....
no not from my heavenly sojourn ,
but some where
near the universe forlorn ,
while i am for a wee while gone
bye Ian
you always are besides me
and stand
as once
STAN AND SNOW DID

loved

author comment

Do you think I would have spent so much time on commenting on your poetry if I didn't know you had talent?

At first I thought you were an idiot, but you have grown so much I now regard you as a really worthwhile poet. Please delete that second line.

I will soon be running a workshop that will help poets convey their meaning, I hope you will join it.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

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