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Featured Poet | GrammarFreak
Featured Poet | GrammarFreak
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Wandering Through the Forest Mention fleetingly that you’re going to a friend’s house. You’re not really, Are you? Instead, you turn left, along the path; Not right, towards the village. You’re going towards the forest. The magical forest Your mother says it’s off limits. What she doesn’t know, Won’t ever hurt her. You reach the edge of the forest. It’s dark in there And cool. Taking out your Jacket from your bag, You slip off your shoes And put them into the bag, Along with the sketch pad And pastel blue pencil case. You know the sweet spot. Tip toe, Barefoot on the cool, dry leaves. Quietly; It’s like there’s A big do not disturb sign. You here a bird chirp here, Nervous scurrying there. Suddenly a strong wind Picks up. Blows, almost howling. Awakens the whole forest The loose leaves, Now floating around your knees, The trees, now alive. Watching. You’re nearly there. It’s a small clearing. Like Jacob’s Ladder, A patch of sun Shines upon the grass Between gnarled old Maple Tree roots. You sit, and lean against one. Now you watch silently And wait. You take out your pad and pencils. You run a pale hand over the roots, Then sketch them. You sketch the critters That scurry with Such nervous haste. The trees; The entire forest. In all its beauty, It’s your one spot To truly call your own. Where by taking off your shoes, You can feel the leaves, Feel her breaths; Beneath your feet. It’s your place Where you Can feel alive.
As I Sit
As I sit,
I stare
At the bright blank page.
It screams at me:
Write something meaningful,
Or humorous,
But something people
Will actually like.
And if it turns into a chore,
You must cease.
As I sit,
And ponder,
I stare around my surroundings
Whatever to write about?
I wonder.
Perhaps a dashing man,
A lost cause;
A yearning love.
Perhaps a wild horse;
Or even one of
My fears;
My dreams.
Behind this veil,
I write what I wish.
Those people
Who read this
Won’t ever know
Whether it’s imagination
Or maybe something more.
As I sit,
I smile.
For what
I have created
May not be a masterpiece,
But, man;
Writing it
Was like living a second life.
If you like walking in the rain…
If you like walking in the rain…
The past is gone
I know that but
It seems to catch me
in a perpetual rut
If only the terrors
that were revealed
could somehow, some way
be magically healed
my Spirit longing
for new direction
but my outside armor
still a deflection
to Love- Joy - Peace
all within me
yet buried so I can’t see
my Light
I’ll fight
It’s my right
to [...]
Writer’s Page | Site Submissions
Writer’s Page | Site Submissions
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Personal Verse has a new Writer’s Page with some general guidelines for writers to send submissions to be published on our weekly posting. Simply visit our Writer’s Page for all the info that you need to make your submission.
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Featured Poet | Nic Bosworth
Featured Poet | Nic Bosworth
Nic shared this poem at a gathering and I convinced him to give me a copy so I could post it here.
Strives Born of Struggles
As a baby we crawled for miles
Before we learned to walk
We mumbled incoherently
Before we learned to talk
I believe God gave us these struggles
So we would understand
That life’s [...]
UWABC Networking Breakfast
UWABC Networking Breakfast
I had the opportunity to be the presenter at the monthly UWABC meeting in Salt Lake City, UT. I decided to use the presentation time to co-create a poem. First, I gathered information from those in attendance according to the order form. Next, I wrote a poem using the expressions from the group [...]
The Pit of Tranquility
The Pit of Tranquility
I fell deep into the hole in my soul
and darkness surrounded me,
permeated me,
engulfed me
I thought no light
I had no sight
It just was not right
for me to die
so I decided to try
to live again
even without any Peace
though I thought it elusive
and to certain exclusive
I continued to search in my sleep
until I gently woke [...]
Colorado Weekend | Absolution Ranch
Colorado Weekend | Absolution Ranch
We spent the weekend at Absolution Ranch
for some good ‘ol Western livin’
You don’t need a priest nor penance
to know that you are forgiven…
Down in the Colorado Paradox Valley
Where God’s greatest gifts are displayed
with incredible views and tranquil gardens
a perfect combination of sunshine and shade
Though the property is fenced for horses
we blazed [...]
Conflict | Peace
Conflict | Peace
My favorite prayer is “Help”
I often ask more specifically
with “Help me to see this differently”
and then I am reminded
about where I was amiss
Surely instead of conflict
I can see Peace instead of this…
For the one who likes to argue…
Do not cloud our light
with your need to be right
just an ego retreat
For there is no [...]
Spring Sonnet | Season Sale
Spring Sonnet | Season Sale
What shall I post this week my love?
-How about an ode to Spring?
It’s all that I can think of
while the snow continues melting-
Ahh, spring a wonderful topic
the winter so quickly passed
though we are not yet tropic
with plenty of snow amassed
The days are lighter longer
and grasses are turning green
the streams are growing [...]
No Pain | All Gain
No Pain | All Gain
In the light of my willingness
past hurts are difficult to recall
and in the Spirit of Forgiveness
the pain never occurred at all
Just twists of my perception
reactions to the guilt I feel
a memory of separation
that I once believed was real
I am willing now to look upon
all the darkened spots within my soul
for the [...]
Featured Poet | Sue Borg
Featured Poet | Sue Borg
Garden of My Heart
Eyes close
world disappears.
I cross the threshold
into the garden of my heart.
The sweet perfume
beckons me to stay awhile
in the silent still fragrance
to relax in the gentle sway
of the universe.
I can rest here
bask in womb-like warmth
dance among the flowers
hear angels sing
be loved
be loving
be love
be
Sue Borg
October 2001
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