Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts

About Poetry - Kathy Figueroa




These days, pretty much anything goes
From measured meter to free-form prose
From haiku, odes, or tossed “word salads”
To precisely presented ballads
 
Like crickets chirp, wolves howl, and birds sing
To express one’s self is the main thing
So share your thoughts, let the words ring true
We learn from each other’s points of view
 
Kathy Figueroa


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Speak From My Heart - Ian Duquemin

I don't speak with my voice
I don't speak with my tongue
As whatever they say, seems to always be wrong
So I speak with my heart
As the words that I feel
Are the right things to say
And are honestly real
I speak about love
And I talk about truth
Put your hand to my chest
Where you'll feel the proof
Every beat sings a verse
And that verse becomes song
When I speak from my heart
It can never be wrong

Ian Duquemin

Anyone For Tennis? - Oscar Milde

We hit words to and fro,
employing power and back-swing,
serve and volley,
determined, each, to score points off the other.
We both started out with Love
but now it’s Six-two, Six-three
and the neighbours are complaining
about the racquet.

Oscar Milde

Propaganda - Lyndon Queripel

"So, what is propaganda ?"
I asked with a sigh
"It’s adnagaporp spelt backwards."
Was your quick-witted reply
"I thought everyone knew that."
You said as you put on your hat
And then smiling waved goodbye

Lyndon Queripel

Re - Phrases - Lyndon Queripel

If he who hesitates is lost
How much does a look before you leap cost

If absence makes the heart grow fonder
Why does a fond heart often wander

If the pen is mightier than the sword
Why does an action speak louder than a word

If all the World is a stage
Has the time come to act my age?

Lyndon Queripel

Words - Martyn Legg

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in August 2012

I place these thoughts upon the page
Expressing anger, full of rage
Broken promises and dreams
Endless nights and silent screams

Take these words and set them free
Let them be as they should be
I close the book the words are gone
Still the rage goes on and on

I place my heart within your hand
You know exactly where I stand
Fill these eyes with something new
Yet another glimpse of you

Words just come and then they go
There is no reason to their flow
Transcending time they state the pain
They speak of loss, they speak of gain

Could I control the way words fall
If I could live to use them all
Still there would be things left to say
Words enough to fill the day

Take these words and set them free…

Martyn Legg

Jargon - Janet

When the ideas frisbee goes
sailing through the air.
Just like a large flip chart
a new language does appear.

Lets take this offline, drill down
and have facetime.
If we put some feelers out.
We can piggy back this time.

If it all goes Pete Tong.
Just pick the low hanging fruit.
We can have a blame storm,
come up with a scapegoat.

Lets cascade this to the coal face.
Touch base and then deep dive.
Come up with a ball park figure
and I think we can survive.

Before it finally hits the fan.
Have a head count freeze, I hear.
Start doing more hot desking.
No one will know who’s here.

It’ll be like grabbing water
and feel as if we're sinking.
But, we can move forward
with a little blue sky thinking.

Let’s put it on the back burner,
be upbeat, think outside the box.
Up skill and get more wiggle room.
Start wearing Simpsons socks.

So when the ideas frisbee
lands firmly on your lap.
Don’t look down and think this
is just a load of …….rubbish.

Just send it through the air and say
“Let us not pretend.
Just break through the glass ceiling
we need plain speaking in the end!"

Janet

When the Words Come - Diane Scantlebury

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When the Words Come - Diane Scantlebury

When the words come
You have to go with it,
Flow with it,
No point in fighting
The voices,
They’ll nag you,
Drag you back
Until you write them,
Empty your head
Or lose them,
Only then are you released
Spent and drained,
Another hour gone.

Diane Scantlebury

Words - Martyn Legg

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Words - Martyn Legg

I place these thoughts upon the page
Expressing anger, full of rage
Broken promises and dreams
Endless nights and silent screams

Take these words and set them free
Let them be as they should be
I close the book the words are gone
Still the rage goes on and on

I place my heart within your hand
You know exactly where I stand
Fill these eyes with something new
Yet another glimpse of you

Words just come and then they go
There is no reason to their flow
Transcending time they state the pain
They speak of loss, they speak of gain

Could I control the way words fall
If I could live to use them all
Still there would be things left to say
Words enough to fill the day

Take these words and set them free…

Martyn Legg

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