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Too Many Words – Promote Yourself


Words, they come like
a pump that is never shut off.
Talk, talk, talk, more talk.
Words always fail to fully
tell the truth so dependent
are they on being well chosen.
They never tell how it
really felt, the strangeness
of it all.

So many words, languages,
books, airwaves full of
never-ending words,
yet you do not
know why I weep
and I can not tell
you of my sorrow
my pain, fear,
not even my joy.

For in the end,
words are empty,
useless. I can not
speak of the past–
gone, gone. Words
fail in the now.
Please, no more words,
talk, blather…
just be quiet
and feel how I feel.
Sit with me
in silence
until the knowing
comes and words
are no longer


It is then that you
arrive at my truth.

But Where?

Mothers, sisters, grandmothers
weep for lost ones
victims of a world where greed
surpasses the values of lives

Babies born without hope
despair is their fate
as mothers, sisters, grandmothers
shake their heads in sorrow
weeping for the lost ones

But one questions remains
not even a whisper…


where are the fathers?


Single Drop



A drop of water
contains all the oceans
unlimited rain
tears that do not cease.


The sun shines on all
bringing light to the darkest soul,
stars cover the skies
regardless of who lives below.



The Divinity has no gaps
special favorites
or enemies.
It is for all
for It is all.
Patricia Cegan

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at

One response

  1. nice poetry


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