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  • Lacking Formality

    13 posts, 7 voices, 540 views, started Jul 27, 2008

    Posted on Sunday, July 27, 2008

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      Amethyst
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      Lacking Formality

      I am not a poet
      Only a weapon
      Slicing through
      The cavity
      Of grief and sorrow
      The pen of blue
      Absolutely trustworthy
      Having suffered the view
      Where results are always the same

      I have never be able
      To tame my heart
      Intimately or otherwise
      But compassion does not succeed
      In keeping people alive

      Tempered with disorder
      And turbulence in a sick world
      The blade sharpens
      With full serrated edges
      I cannot purchase my way out
      Even with a sky full of stars

      I know nothing more discouraging
      Then those who were betrayed
      With acts of injustice
      This is my wound
      And I let it weep

      In the shadowy fist of restlessness
      Weak and lost
      The ghosts plead there time
      Move the dirt of angel dust
      And the letters will arrange themselves

      I am not a poet
      I am but a mere speck
      Dedicated to a vision
      That goes on forever
      I was born to listen hard
      With a desire to see change
      To set things right
      Even if I am incapable

      I am tired of poetry
      Its solemn air
      Two-inches thick
      With regrettable truth
      I am weary
      With the realities of life

      Someday I wish
      To be a dreamer

      Nancy

      Freedom's Page

      With great interest to the eye
      There is much freedom
      In writing
      I have always loved
      The notebook that lets me
      Scribble upon its pages
      Neatly between the lines
      Or messy in the margins
      A simple piece of paper
      I own with my own breath
      Words
      Harsh and abrasive
      Or soft and sweet
      I choose
      I give them existence
      A servant to my own mind
      This pen lets me go
      Wherever I wish
      It doesn't have to be good
      It just has to be
      I triumph in the knowledge
      That I can write
      That I can take one thought
      One idea
      One opinion
      And change it into two or three
      Or ten if need be
      Without demand or obligation
      I have free rein
      Regardless of the content
      There is peace that flows from a pen
      A weight absorbed to paper
      All ills and aches
      Sit in gratitude
      All delights conceived
      Sit in comfortable splendor
      There is nothing in all of life
      That gives such freedom
      Than to own a pen
      And a blank piece of paper

      Nancy

      Purity

      Her tiny hand locked in mine
      As we walked to the nearest park
      She got to ride the wind
      As I pushed the swing
      Higher and higher
      Her laughter tickled my throat
      As the sunbeams danced
      Through her hair

      It flutters she said
      My tummy flutters
      Higher she begged, higher
      As the forcing wind
      Caused her to giggle with glee
      I'm flying, I'm flying
      Just like the birdies
      Like the birdies she repeated

      The gleam in her eyes
      Held the innocence of delight
      The two-year-old excitement
      Overflowing with each breath
      The carefree million-dollar smile
      Dashing harum-scarum
      All over her face

      The tiny risk of letting
      One hand go
      Forcing her fearless arm
      Through the chains
      To feel the adventure
      The wind having little impact
      On her brave and curious face

      Her angelic smile
      Sweet to the senses
      Was poetry's most excellent voice
      Enchanting and dearest to the heart
      With a secure hold on the swing
      Her arms swung around my neck
      She looked straight into my eyes
      Again, can we do again?

      There is nothing in life
      More precious
      Than a child's trusting stare
      And that pure and perfect innocence

      Nancy



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          Gabby wrote Jul 30, 2008
        • Nancy Dear,
          Congratulations—so glad you’ve taken the bold step and started the Poetry Nook.

          Your poems here are expressively lovely. As always your words are so heartfelt.

          I am sure you will ispire others to share some of their poetic expressions.
          lol & hugs,
          Gool



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          Gabby wrote Aug 9, 2008
        • Hi Nancy!

          My dear, it takes time. I know many must have taken time to read your thought-provoking poems, but at times, they are a bit hesitant to post a comment or response.

          So continue to do what you‘re doing—and that is truly wonderful.

          Gool



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          Yana Berlin wrote Aug 16, 2008
        • A family picture

          This incredible work of  nature
          Where all of features are so recognizable and so dear

          An everlasting sence of satisfaction
          Peace and good intentions
          Is radiating from the wall
          It hang on
          When I look at it
          I can’t help my tears....
          And I pray:
          Let us stay together like that ALWAYS



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          Gabby wrote Sep 2, 2008
        • Wow Yana!
          I didn’t know you were a poet. Your words and picture is so touchingly beautiful.
          God Bless you & your family.
          Gool



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          Yana Berlin wrote Sep 2, 2008
        • Poet I’m not, but THANK YOU Gool you are much to kind.

          Yana



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          Ladybrett wrote Sep 2, 2008
        • Thank you for your beautiful words.



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          Doreend wrote Sep 3, 2008
        • Waiting

          waiting for leaves to change
          blinking the time away
          sitting here in my space
          struggling for time to pray

          holding my breath to find
          meaning in every day
          wondering what I will see
          my life along the way

          choosing a precious few
          moments meant just for me
          walking the path I choose
          Believing it’s meant to be

          doreend



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          Gabby wrote Sep 3, 2008
        • Hi Doreen!
          First of all, thank you for extending your hand of friendship. Hope you got my confirmation.I am so glad you foud my Blog informative and would be delighted to have your comments/ queries.

          Secondly, your poetic contribution here in the Poetry Nook is outstanding in its simplicity. It has the flavor of child-like wonder. Thank You for sharing it. My dear friend Nancy will be delighted.
          Hope to see more of you,
          Gool



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          Doreend wrote Sep 3, 2008
        • ty gabby....I got your confirmation and I am glad you liked the wording. That’s what I call my writings....they are wordings:) I will not be a stranger trust me:)



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