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Author Name: Freeoldguy 2 Comments
Date Added: March 21, 2011 20:03:34 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Poet’s Parade

Such serious faces stare back at me, wondering,
wondering ... what I shall read to them.
Anxious, staring, inquisitive eyes
begrudged by sealed minds encased within boned skulls,
but searching for verse, emotions, and a love for life
unequaled in the conscious memories of their own lives.
I realize the trauma and the need to write in my own life,
but what makes others realize their poetry within their hearts
and then to place it on paper,
exposing themselves to the scrutiny of others?
A mill worker, a school teacher, clerk,
student (young, or old makes no matter),
  a school custodian;
all drawn together to share thoughts with each other.
As equals we understand each other in silence.
We all hear the love within our poetry,
the love for expression of emotions
and share such a magnificent love for humanity
that we will stand naked our secret thoughts
before all others for them to hear and to understand.
These buried verses are who we are … inside …
wishing to speak out, to be seen and
to be expressed by ourselves to the visible, mortal world.
These are the images of what we see and who we are;
what we feel and desire to express freely and openly;
to be shared with others of our kind and with the future.

These are the unseen flowers, felt within our hearts
and given to a developing humanity ...                            
                                                          by us, your poets.

Author's Notes:

Each expression we write will be interpreted differently
by every person who reads our works.
I wonder how many will hear exactly what it is we truly mean to write.

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Comment By: Freemaggie lopez sherry wilbur on May 16, 2011 04:07:46 PM Report
I recently wrote such a poem. Along comes the angels . I wrote it on a very specific  subject but as i read each comment i realized  others interperted it in their  own personal way. I lovd this piece of  knowledge and poetry gene . great work. always Sherry
Comment By: FreeMoonStar on March 23, 2011 12:33:06 AM Report
I hear, and I understand.. Wonderful, and I do mean wonderful,, job here Gene. We, as poets, all feel differently, in our hearts we bring forth what is inside us. Our souls to bare, out thoughts laid out on paper. I think that is the only time we bare the true us, deep inside. I know I do!

A huge bravo to this... From one poet to another..

Kudos to you,

Moonie xx


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