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Wrong – Promote Yourself

 

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Everything in this world is not color correspondent.
Like people.
Pink does not always mean female,
Blue does not always mean male.
Rainbows are not enslaved to queer folk.
This trinary only applies to things that are not complex enough for spectrums or intersectionalities.
Contrary to popular belief, gender is not pink or blue or vice versa.
Gender is a spectrum, mixed with complimentary colors.
Not a grey scale from light femininity to darkened masculinity.
New colors are made everyday by mixing, and extracting personal characteristics.
THE ARTIST IS THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN NAME THEIR COLOR.
Although too many people think they’ve discovered all of the colors, just because they’ve looked in their medicine cabinets.
Just because they’ve seen the outside world, they think they know the colors.

If I ever decided to have off-spring, their nursery will be painted in all custom colors:
To my queer child
Darling, do not allow your mind to dictate you.
Inside influences will tell you that you aren’t allow to exist.
Do not listen to them like I almost did.
Ignore the colors around you.
Instead of a gun, take a pen to your hand, and let your heart pour bullets to the page.
Write the synopia red-morbid things, write about the black olive world around you, write what goes through your minds.
Never conform to the point of dysphoria.
It only results in displaced self-loathing.
I feel that it’s only a matter of time before your Carolina-blue tears waterfall over your pillow.
Your rapids will sweep you away into a world of shades you’ve never seen before.
Don’t stop here, you will find your self stuck cycling somewhere that makes you feel like a stranger.
But just remember to find the colors that make you feel good.

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Also, I have more poems at bucketsaurusrex.wordpress.com

ALL FACETS – Promote Yourself

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I’m trying to attach
Meaning to you like a door with no latch
Or me without you on my mind, how can I explain that

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always love you no
matter your issues
I’ll hug & kiss you
comfort with soft tissues

What

Other words can I say or you to me
When you’re the epidemy
of where love should be
Cause there’s never any riddle to be solved
I know where my heart truly belongs

I

Smile out loud
How can that be…well you’ve shown me how
With all facets of your beauty that I want now
I write,you read as it all comes out
My pen turns us singular into a noun

One

picture & thought with no sound
With many years of internal feelings written down
just thinking about you on my sofa
typing away wishing that you were closer
written from my feelings for you in my mental folder
as i cater to your emotions till the night is over

Lino Robles

ART OF HUMAN NATURE – Promote Yourself

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Smooth surface;
Water-chiseled
Stone with curves of
Henry Moore,
In a stream.
 
Girl stricken,
Taking her legs
But not her heart;
Andrew Wyeth,
In the field.
 
Black & white figures;
Modern day
Rockwell;
Banksy.
On concrete canvases.

Chiseled names
In blackness;
Sunlight &shade
Reveal lives past;
Maya Lin,
On the grass.

Women of texture;
Ordinary scenes,
Superlative color;
Romare Bearden,
By a tree.
 
Mother, child; boat;
Strokes of light & shadow;
Mary Cassatt,
On the water.

Murals of
Bracing colors;
Struggles for dignity;
Diego Rivera
Beyond the breadth.

Palette stream
In cataclysmic ash;
Framing“Scream;”
Edvard Munch,
In the sky.

 Wendy Shreve

The Craft – Promote Yourself

 

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the poet’s craft-
to capture essence of a thing,
and cram it into sparing words.
even truer so, is the poet’s fate…
to burn with such intense, inescapable feeling,
that to put pen to paper is his only option.

baring this to all the world is the art.

-Nuella Onyilofor
nuellaswords.wordpress.com

 

FROZEN NIGHT – Promote Yourself

 

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Winter embraces the naked trees-
clinging, engulfing,
breathes down their limbs- fragile, splayed,
heavy with icicles,
dripping
upon the frozen grass-
darkened emerald
sprinkled with crimson dew
under this gray sky- half dead
gutted with bright holes
staring down
with its thousand eyes
upon my angular face:
torn- the lines lifeless.
No longer am I
who I’m supposed to be.

A filthy, caustic screen of time
a smog- blinding, suffocating,
separates me from you,
from us.
No longer the melting sun-
upon this world of constant night-
in warm splinters of broken sunlight
does shower promises of brightness,
of purification.

I tried turning my back
tried not to vomit these scarlet tears
but amid whiter ghosts
staring down from ashen heavens,
my white flag disappeared-
crumpled beneath their feet-
and I lost.

I lost
to the monster I created,
to the monster I became;
the fire that once burned in my heart,
fueling me, pushing me,
now devours me, slowly,
chilling,
as I lie suspended over this chasm
floating midair
along the parallel axes of time and life
somewhere between now and then
between myself and my monster
between alive and otherwise…

-The Manoj Arora.

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http://themanojarorablog.wordpress.com/

Shining Star of Sunlight – Promote Yourself

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Rainbows of Happiness LLC
Ball of light; glowing white-hot center.
bursting forth your rays, connecting sky to earth.
Illuminating the world from your perch;
amongst a field of blue speckled with cotton-colored clouds.
Brilliant morning star, sharing your light;
extending arms to every corner of the world.
Embracing Earth with warmth,
guiding all through darkness.
Beginning dawn with colorful visions;
weaved intricately in translucent spires.
Intensifying heat with day’s progression;
shining brighter as minutes turn to hours.
Reaching your precipice of strength;
you gather your numerous beams.
Sinking wordlessly into the horizon,
slowly disappearing with the first hint of evening.

 Jennifer L Roche

Oh Jemima!

 

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A funny old ryhme my mother used to sing to us does anyone else remember it or know its origin:

” Oh Jemima look at your uncle Jim,
he’s in the duck pond learning how to swim,
first he does the breast stroke, …
then he does the side,
but now he’s under the water
swimming against the tide”…

Dedicated to my mum Josie Icke (nee Lomas) 11.11.1923- 20.10.93
Originally born Tideswell, High Peak but lived in Coniston Avenue, Litle Hulton, Salford 1952 -1993.

And my friend Nigel found another version of the same rhyme/tune.. was this a second verse or the original rhyme that was changed for fun?

“Oh Aunt Jemima, look at your Uncle Jim
Scrubbing out the passage with water, soap and vim.
First he kneels on his left knee
Then he kneels on his right
Now he’s knelt on a bar of soap
And skidded right out of sight”

Sent to you by Simon Icke #SimonIckeUK

Darians Freedom – Promote Yourself

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Walk in circles
Run in squares
Skip in zig zags
Jump up stairs

Step over cracks
Walk backwards
Splash in puddles
Balance on curbs

No need to talk
Just love walks
Might sing a note
Off with my socks

Toes sparkle
Feet are so cold
Crunch of leaves
In no ones mold

Being free, young
What I want, I’ll do
No chains on me
You should try it too

 Bernadette Rivera USA

Godesque – Promote Yourself

 

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Inception.reception.affection.deception
Exeption
Idolatrous love

What is the message, you may ask
Portraits of horrifically beautiful gods
Their faces mirror the vanity of their petrified existence

They came late to the party Scandalous adventures
Of a bored routine
A roar of a baby
Sentenced to lively live
In disdain

A sacred passion
A distorted belief
Relief
Rea.
This is my wee blog, in case you liked what you’ve read and want to check out my other poem attempts http://cabaretlife.wordpress.com/

October – Promote Yourself

 

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October, october i will never forget
Thank you for being the best part of my life yet
Thank you for looking out for me and bringing happiness to surround me
As the leaves slowly drop down and the wind heavily blows
Waiting for the whitest coats of snow
The thoughts, the joy and the sorrows to
The sun and the rain that brings colours through
Thank you with all respect, i hope winter is not what i expect
The cold, the miserable and busy too
Thank you october i do love you, as fall disappears
And the rain cry’s through all of the memories will be remembered too
Even if moments like this do not last
At least i can look back and say “I had a wonderful past”.

debby osami

Forgotten Memories – Promote Yourself

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Forgotten memories materialized,
Solemn, raved, swift.
A heaven incensed with
Love, hearty smiles, dreams.
Faded into a hell, dark skies,
Rain blood, shadows, death.
The rose one day in heaven,
Now gory hands, headed down,
Alone in the midst of bare desert.

Robert Ahanes (about.me/robertahanes)

The Needless Facade – Promote Yourself

 

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Come on, who are you trying to fool here
Why so determined to maintain that veneer
I see how you cling on unflappably
Afraid to let it slip lest they see the fracture within
The fear is crippling but I see the crack
Pour some honey on it, it’s courage you lack

You’re selling a you that’s quite untrue
Telling of a mangled image, nothing but a hack
The story without diverts from the tale within
Pour some milk on it let the mending begin

Still stubborn I see
Unwilling to pay vulnerability’s fee
It’s scary I know, it’s much easier to act plastic
But this adamant borders on the psychotic
The desperate hold you wield over the masquerade
Even an escaped drop of tenderness you quench or fade
Pour some ointment on it, soothe it away

While you have the opportunity, make hay
Before you become what you’d despise, make way
For the you I know to emerge
All are ready to sing the facade’s dirge
The song that marks your reality betrayed

So pour some wine and together rejoice
You hear the collective sigh
And the gratitude of your peers in one relieved voice

Setor Dzisenu
Accra, Ghana
Like and follow at http://www.esetworld.wordpress.com

In Full Bloom – Promote Yourself

 

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Guardians sow seeds, some few
While they influence and mold
Rain love, wisdom and view
The bud begins to unfold

Anchored firmly in the ground

Small brain sponges up the dew
Retaining complex hold
Directions to aspire to
The blossoming to behold

Sweetened tad above the mound

Teenage thorns, the stem come thru
Refusing to be controlled
In full bloom, defiant hue
Crippled petals start to fold

Yielding blossoms can’t be found

With age, time, plant will renew
Reblooming with praise untold
Soaking in lights grace on cue
The legend of thorns retold

Sower and seed forever bound

Hi my name is Bernadette Rivera. I live in the USA. I’m 53 and have been writing since I was eight. I write childrens books, poetry,and I blog.
Reading and writing are my passion.

 

UPON THE FRAIL AIR – Promote Yourself

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And I sat there watching as she tip toes across the splashing shore
of a cold and wistful lake/

A tip toe here, a tip toe there, hardly a splash did she make/
She would look at me with that pale face and her rosy lips would turn/
A smile of a thousand years to be with her I would yearn/
Her windy gown would move in a gentle windy way/
I just sat there enthralled so lucky to be with her on this day/
Clouds were low and the sky was grey but her energy did prevail/
I dreamt the two of us together on the ocean for a sail.

She creeped out upon a lofty log that floated amongst the water/
A giggle escaped her lips as she teetered and then a falter/
I will never forget the scream as she slipped into the deep/
To this day my heart it skips and I sink into a darkened weep/
Sitting there I watched her gasp she tried to reach and splashing/
Now tangled in her lovely dress and hair across her thrashing/
One fatal yell was all that escaped and then just water whispered/
My body stiffened across the lawn my heart away now drifted.

I scream for aid from far away and none are there to hear/
Laying there wishing for death for her cries they made me fear/
My wheelchair dumped and spinning I am helpless in despair/
Then her voice she touches me from upon the broken air/
She speaks as that of an angel telling me with great care/

“All is a spinning wheel my sweet and as is here is also there.”

RA mccolley

Typical Sunday Night – Promote Yourself

 

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Sitting here Sunday night
I’m anxiously awaiting something of importance
Anything with substance
I need to get my head right for distinguishing alibies and truth around
midnight

I want to cry out
Both tears and screams
I feel I need someone to examine me
Spinning I strikeout it’s about to be lights out I dread a black out

Agonizing over apologizing makes me fearful
Feeling like I’ve injured myself burning hot
Fire pokers impaling and vital organs need to heal
That’s always a losing battle having quarrels with rivals

Breathe damnit girl get it together
Do something of importance
Get off of your knees
Put on your armor yes you can stay bitter you just need to be calmer

Think think think
Over analyze the previous interaction
How will that help
Rethink Inner dialect and get a drink from the bathroom sink

I have no clue
What is going on
I don’t know
Subdue taboo thoughts of you

Need want lust love crave
Everything bad is good for me
My brain doesn’t work correctly
The way I behave will only pave my path to my grave

This is never ending
Loops circles round objects
Lot of disproportionate holes
Dripping on the floor pieces of me like I’m seeding

Pick me up water and plant me
I want to grow tall and stronger
I’m wilting and dying
Just agree even if it’s out of pity a masochist best describes me baby I’m so
thirsty

For Tuesday mornings

 Kelley Stephens

Hi my name is Kelley Stephens and I live in Oklahoma, My blog is Casa de la K and you can find me at kelleystephens20.wordpress.com. I hope everyone enjoys!

LETTING GO – Promote Yourself

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Having faith to open your heart,
Broadening your mind to accept differences,
Believing in tolerance and showing it,
Being vulnerable to embrace love,
And accepting your partner though you risk pain.

Letting your imagination bring new challenges;
Making a choice to love without conditions;
Seeing that a shorter life isn’t a limited one;
Going beyond what you visualize
And making your dreams a reality.

Stemming past struggles to blossom in the present, thrive in the future;
Learning to trust yourself in order to trust others,
Finding what’s important means sharing life, not running from it;
Letting go of emotional chains that stop you from living,
And embracing your soulmate before your heart hardens; stops beating.

Wendy Shreve

FEAR ITSELF – Promote Yourself

Fear itself

A speech for the ages heard these words loudly read

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself” was boldly voiced

Reckless words spoken without true understanding

Made to seem as if said fear is all just in your head

“Fear itself” comes in many guises but brings only dread

 

Fear is eerily quiet and stealthily ever so cunning

It paralyzes the body and holds hostage the mind

Exceedingly clever, steadfast and eternally patient

As it lies silently in wait, your downfall forthcoming

Yes the power of “fear itself” is really quite stunning

It hides in the shadows to immerse you in icy pain

It burns hot like the sun as it preys on your weakness

Ignoring your strengths it plays tricks in your head

It’s power undeniable until all sanity has waned

Abandoned rationality and hope are all that remain

 

The fight against fear is a persons battle of wills

The man who spoke that day knew not what he said

Fear is a force not to be discounted or mocked for effect

Or our blood will stain dark as certainly as it spills

Because the undeniable truth is that “fear itself” kills.

Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed this piece.

Feel free to drop by my blog for more.

www.jmc813.wordpress.com

JMC813

FULL CIRCLE – Promote Yourself

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THE MELODY OF BIRTH

HO! I greet you on this new day
I am here, on wings of melody & light
This birth thus sets me on my way
The music keeping the cosmos within sight
The sounds of life take me to a new height
I thank you for the melody & the gift of the voice
So I greet you on this new day

THE CHILD SPEAKS (ONCE)

The eyes of a child are filled with wonder
Enchanted by all there is to see
How I long to live, to command the thunder
To be as king, and humble servant to be
For the Voice shapes the cosmos, the land & sea
No matter how tall, strong, how I make my choice
The eyes of a child always filled with joy

SECRETS

Shadows of the season don’t comfort today
For I know I face a mountain tomorrow
And I know tomorrow must come what may
With all it’s bountiful promises of sorrow
The child now speaks, words, that ring as hollow
The Voice is distant, and gives no reason to rejoice
The shadows cannot comfort today

LOST

Lost wisdom now has forsaken me
I tread a path with timid steps & a heavy heart
I have been graced, but will not see
And ears that refuse to hear what the Voice imparts
The road I’m on tears me apart
I’m on my knees, tears streaming for the Voice
Lost wisdom has forsaken me

FULL CIRCLE (THE CHILD SPEAKS TWICE)

Those eyes of wonder open once again
Ears once deaf now are ready to hear
To the void, all my doubts I abandon
Now I know I have nothing to fear
I welcome the Voice, for now I can hear
The child speaks twice, he has made his choice
And those eyes of wonder open once again…

enjoy, and thanks for the opportunity to display my work!
cheers

Nathan Carlson, composer

hi guys, my name’s Nathan Carlson,and I’m a composer of music from Australia who’s trying his hand at poetry:

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