Healing Truth Artistry
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His delicious words spilled out upon the page
Like sensual kisses so perfectly placed
She drank them in like drops of sin
And like green ivy vines, those words intertwined
The seducer and the seduced
The dance went on late into the night
As she hung on his every sweet word
Failing to notice his predator’s stare
Or the small drops of blood on his vest
She couldn’t resist giving in to desire
Till his teeth sunk deep into her flesh
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After the intro to this post, I have put all of the poems for poets that I have written in the last several months. The earliest of these was written eight months ago and the most recent was written this week.
I love poetry and poets. I have several poetry blogs that I follow. I love to read the romantic, love poetry that guys write. It is often sweet and tender but there is a truth to it also about pain, grief and loss.
I also love poetess writers….yes I did make up that word and I like it. There is something different about female poets from male poets in the way that they pour their words onto the page.
Sometimes I am more in the need to feel empowered and then I tend to read the female poets that I follow. I feel both inspired and also validated by them. There is both a strength and also a softness that seems to combine into a dance.
The female poets that I follow have mostly been through some very dark experiences, even the ones that do not write about it…I can tell anyway.
The ones that do write about their dark experiences do so with an element of grace that seems impossible to put into a piece about the dark side of humanity. Yet they manage to rise above abuse and other dark things, with class and grace.
Of course female poets can write about sensuality and Wow !! Honestly, some of the most powerful sensual, passionate writing I have read are from women.
When I am feeling lonely or romantic, I go to the guy’s poet blogs. They always can touch my heart and make feel…well you know..:) There is also a tenderness with the male poets that I follow..a vulnerability and an honesty that touches me.
I love to see the blending of the past, the present and the dreams of the guys, as these parts of them intertwine in their poetry. Memories from their youth, failures and regrets…lost loves and ones they only dreamt of….
I find myself to enter into the poem itself as the lover, the mother, or the friend that drinks with them to console them. The magic of their writing is the ability to transport you into their world.
So, I love my poetry friends with a great love. I do write them poems from time to time and I do not know if they all have read them. Some of the poems are for the men and some are for the women. Other poems I have written for all of them together.
There are certain of my poems for poets that I had a certain poet in mind when I wrote it but most of them were for everyone of them.
I love all of my poets that I follow equally, but differently. Some I have know for longer than others. Some of them correspond with me more frequently than others or in different ways. I am always honored when one of them reads and likes one of my poems.
So, with no further talking…because I could go on and on ……here are the poems that I wrote for the poets. I have put all of them here for you to see. These are some of my most special poems to my heart.
If you are one of the poet or poetesses that I follow and you see yourself in my poem, then I am sure I had you in mind when I wrote it. There is no need to wonder. You are special to my heart.
The poet
is a Mage
A Shaman
A True Healer
who can
STOP TIME ITSELF
Weave space and reality
Access Wisdom
and
Connect with the Spiritual Realm…
and supernatural reality…
Make Passionate Love
to the Most Beautiful Women
in the World…
Seduce your soul
Heal your brain
Medicate your mind
Make passionate love to you
Transport you to foreign lands…
Accompany you to places
that only exist
in your imagination…
Sing you to sleep
Read you a bedtime story
Explain the mysteries
of the universe…
Make you laugh
Give you things to consider
Help you see things
from a different point of view
Cause you to weep
Dry your tears
Hold you when you’re sobbing
Inspire your creativity
Encourage and support you
Validate your REALITY
Be your friend
Your Lover
Your Priest
Your SAVIOR
But
Alas …
Who Will Save the Poets?
Write Poetry Defiantly
Write poetry defiantly
don’t think about how they will take it
don’t think about what will appear
in the comments under your post
it doesn’t matter who says what
they chose to step into your mind
they can criticize your rhymes
or worse yet, try to console you…
thinking they could reach you through the pain
Poetry is a product of the tortured mind
great lyrics and great lines
interwoven in the fabric of time
not for the job interview
and not to impress the status quo
not to hide and not to digress…
Hit straight to the heart
your own is brimming with screams
of disagreement and no where to put it
Your heart which breaks over
and over again with no where
to lay it and no where to rest
Write poetry defiantly and truth will appear
intermixed with delusion and dreams
of yourself freer
It is the only home for your mind
the only place for a poet to scream
a tainted place for the readers who dream…
What do they expect?
the ones who come to you
to watch you bleed your soul raw
and react when you are through…
Everyone loves a poet
they are hypnotized by the bleeding
they are not sure what is real
or what is poetic license
But that is for us to know
each one of us in turn
the poets write the words
the readers make them heard
Do you dare to read the words
bled out onto white pages
with nothing to doubt
no restriction of concept or paradigm
no restriction of what reality really is
What is real and what is not
is at the poet’s discretion…
what is true and what is not
what is reality and what is plot
who exists and who is imagined
We write to entertain your mind
to stimulate your imagination
and tantalize your senses
words that make you feel such sorrow
words that make you smile or laugh
words so powerful you sit and say nothing
for nothing is the right thing to say
don’t look for forgiveness
don’t look for remorse
it is the world of true feeling
it is the world of your pain
the less you admit it
the less you will gain
because something inside you
rings true with each verse
there is something that touches you
in the places you keep secret
we will ignite a spark of humanity in you
Each word from a poet
is a gift to the few
the ones that just listen
with their minds open like a window
where things that you know can fly out
and the things you disbelieve can fly in
It is the land of the forbidden
all wrapped up with bows
To stop your heart and restart it
leaving you to wonder
what you really know
GentleKindness 