Enter The Poet - Saying It 3000 Times
Thirty days of words and light Trying to do what I know is right Writing for fun, and maybe fame One day people will know my name
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Enter The Poet - In A Modified Light
desire strong, bold languishing, waiting, hoping Desire can be overpowering longing
Enter The Poet - Hold A Blank Line
Will solitude and heroics of deeds define our name Can strength and loyalty equalized this game We are profiled by our actions, and not from without We must hold to our knowledge, and must never doubt
Enter the Poet - Not Getting The Pun
I can't truly say what would make me happy, but I can tell you what makes me sad. I can't tell you what is universally good, but I can always express the globally bad. I can't cook a meal you're sure to like, but it's easy to create one you'd hate. I'd never know where you would prefer to be, but could send you somewhere desolate. Without much effort, the negative thing is the easiest to achieve.
Enter The Poet - Risen From The Water
Gagged, But Unbound Someone remove my gag, I want to speak the truth about what I feel; I have hope that this will happen one day. If I speak my mind, some will doubt, or never believe the fact it is real; I crave to be open, in what I think and say. Don't compare my reality, with something which is unknown to me; I can only tell you about what I have been through. Only by expressing my true emotions, can I actually learn to be free; Then you can compare my words with what I really do. al brown
Enter The Poet - Alone In Class
Scared, And Not Alone I am scared, alone, and with a friend I sit in class and smile; I just pretend I want to be liked; not part of the crowd I whisper it softly, but i can't say it loud They don't understand me, and never will How could they ever know what I feel I am a shadow, and blended into the mix This seems to be a problem I can never fix But we all can feel this way; sad, but true There are many lonely people, just like you al brown
Enter The Post - In Prime Time
Sometimes the ideas don't come when you need them; sometimes you have to hunt them down, and drag them in.
Enter The Poet - Ultimately
The world is bigger than you may want it to be; so expand your concepts.
Enter The Poet - Sure Of Nothing
I understand that there are safer ways to get there; but clearly, they can't be as much fun.
Enter The Poet - Better Off Said
The mountain is high, and the valley is low; we are somewhere in-between We can no longer go up, we might fall down; and there is no help to be seen It was your choice to come, I wanted to stay, and now we are in a mess You say stay calm, we will make it though, but I can feel only the stress
Enter The Poet - Off On A Madcap Quest
freedom important, desired enlightening, mobilizing, empowering Freedom gives you life. contentment
Enter The Poet - In A Blind Sea
How long does a broken heart last; too long I feel. Longer than anything that can be measured, and more painful than anything which can be felt. But the time goes by, and the hurt eventually passes. So, what I feel must be the memory, and who knows how long that will last?
Enter The Poet - From An All Apparent Side
In This Entrance Bound within the covers, soft and warm they lie Torn between duties, and this warm lovers sigh Deeply crazed in this glow; dizzy in this entrance So many ways to get misplaced within romance Hunger for the touch, and sorrow for each depart Lost in the magnitude of fire, set ablaze from the start Deeply crazed in this glow; dizzy in this entrance So many ways to get misplaced within romance Walking on the air, dancing on soft clouds all day Seeking the touch of skin, with no words to say Deeply crazed in this glow; dizzy in this entrance So many ways to get misplaced within romance Sweet soft kisses forever flow from pouting lips Roaming hands and fingers, dance on the hips Dizzy in this entrance; deeply crazed in this glow Romance may be the best pleasure we'll ever know al brown
Enter The Poet - With A Lingering Thought
It was but a kiss long, pure, small, sweet, and gentle yet, fractured my soul
Enter The Poet - Planning Taxes
To Know Your Name I am sitting here, thinking I would like to know your name I am sitting here, pondering if you feel somewhat the same Trying not to stare, and yet shyly glancing over you way Wanting to start a conversation, but having nothing to say Teenage fears are strong, failure is impossible to face You seem miles away, though we are in the same place I imagine us talking, and then walking hand in hand Going on picnics in the park; at the beach in the sand Parties and movies, going on a date for a bite to eat But none of these things can happen, if we never meet Time is passing quickly, and soon it will be far too late I may never have the courage for our meeting to be fate I am sitting here, pondering if you feel somewhat the same I am sitting here, thinking I would like to know your name al brown
Enter The Poet - On A Very Funny Day
Over the hill, through the valley; on our way to the Fair Cherry pie, cake, and apple cider, all made with care We cannot be late, when we get to the gate We must setup our booth, arrange and prepare
Enter The Poet - Above The Weather
Tossed to and fro on the open sea Jack looked out over the horizon. From the crow's nest he could see the pending storm, and hear the roar of a swarm of hornets. The snooze alarm of the clock buzzes again and Jack wakes up; the storm is just another late bill.
Enter The Poet - Under The Soft Storm
The rain lasted all night, with its soft pitter-patter; a soft soothing lullaby for a very rough day. I lie in my bed enjoying the sound of past sorrows being flushed away; I hope it's sunny tomorrow.
Enter The Poet - With A Moppy Dog
Sunny isles, blue waves, the screeches of sea gulls, heat, and misty humidity; the day goes by. Passing invisibly, everyone who has the time to relax. But I can see it, and I try to capture it; for I have appropriated this moment, and I do not wish for it to end.
Enter The Poet - Proposing A Thought
Why I Hate Poetry I am a writer; that is, I know how to write, so I do. I can write long sweeping pompous sentences that wind slowly down the page; but mean nothing, or short sentences, which get to the point. Either way, like most of us, some of us, enough of us, I write. I can't and will not say it's the fun, but I must say that it is important; it is important to express and document ideas, truths, lies, hopes, dreams, fears, and history. These are the very things, on which, human civilization is founded upon. Without the sharing of information, I believe that we would stagnate and die out. Now, what does any of this have to do with poetry? I don't know; I just felt that this needed to be expressed before beginning any argumentative points. Nevertheless, my point about poetry is this; I don't hate its existence, just its place in our society. It is an art form, and thereby made subjective in the concept. It can be the embodiment of all we truly are, but made
Enter The Poet - With An Animal Mind
Flexibility in the body is a useful talent; but flexibility in the mind can be life sustaining.
Enter The Poet - Way Back At The Start
“This is where” it all begins, writing about the day's events, and situations; hoping that the things which you do matter. If I am not to be rich, then let me be relevant, and if not to be respected; acknowledged. There is strength in the paper and pen, the thoughts and ideas; never being so bold as to offend, or so shallow, as to be totally overlooked. What is a poem, and who has a valid definition; I, for one, say that free verse is what it is, and a poem is not truly free.
Enter The Poet - With A Rise And Shine
Nothing can wake you up, like the effects of a missed opportunity.
Enter The Poet - Being Partially Indirect
If they cannot read between the lines, make the print larger.
Enter The Poet - Passing Subtle Time
Maybe the day isn't going slowly, maybe you just have time to savor it.
Enter The Poet - Storming Under Control
On occasion, I find myself so busy, that I don't have time for myself.
The Poet Enters - Ineffably
My art is perfect, it is made so by my skills; skills honed and sharpened by time and experience. I am the storm and the forest, the rustling you hear is my own; and I will be known by the sound and tone of my words.
Enter The Poet - Attracting Applause
If you do not find yourself esteemed by others; you can always be redeemed by your work and skills.
Enter The Poet - Overly Simplified
Sometimes it seems that you are just running in one gigantic circle; but, at least you are still moving.
Enter The Poet - Repairing A Fix
The pendulum of Time forever swings; and when it stops for us, we will not know.