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Reenie
3 months ago
Life has A way Of letting You hold On or Let go Of things You can No longer do I’ve recently Started writing And I’m older Than a some But younger than A few Is it the years You live Or the life You’ve known That makes You a writer Who knows Age is a number You can Write at 10 or a 102 I hope i’m Around at that Age to write About all of you ❤️ Namaste
I am waiting here for her to be released ! She gets to come home for two weeks-then she’ll have to go back in the hospital every 21 days for five days for chemotherapy for 6 months! 😢It’s going to be a long hard winter through Covid Thank you for asking🤗❤️ I wrote my poem in like two minutes why I was starting at her 🤷♀️
It’s nice and lovely what you do…I’m sure your daughter is very proud to have a mother like you. Thanks for posting your poem today. I’m grateful you did.
I didn’t think i’ve have time to. But the wheels of hospital release run slow. I wish it was a better poem but like i said i wrote it in 2 minutes 🤷♀️ I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she beats cancer ! Your prayers help Abuh- you are a great friend- thank you 🙏
Amen to that…About your poem…it is perfect. was surprised when i refreshed this page and saw your poem…it is perfect Reenie
ShellZanneQuinn
3 months ago
Body aging Time passes away As I sit here With my thoughts Of each gone yesterday Memories evoke artful feelings I’ve so very much to say So I write them down For generations That shall come after me when my Breath is no longer In poems my voice Will forever stay
The age of art A poet as their poetry Knowing the connection is the art Knowing the connection between song and poetry Knowing the desire and passion Let the lyrics of words flow Use your observations Use your five senses Use your emotion
POEM BY KARL WOMACK
Michelle
3 months ago
That to which the mind yields to is genteel to feel in rhymes when love binds to dissolve in a smile whether placidly we cry to bleeding moments irrelevant with age scarlet passion flows wishes never gets old we write with rage in sentences we infuse our mercurial moods.
All I can do is smile at this point. You know what…all the lines in this poem is beautiful but one is captivating. I guess you already know the line I’m talking about..😊 Lovely poem Mich! You, CRG and Verde deserve an award…
Michelle – my fave lines are “ Irrelevant with Scarlett passion close wishes never get old.” You so rocked this 🤗❤️
CurvyRedGurl
3 months ago
To age is to be a work of art each line & wrinkle a story caught in skin folds remembered births and dried placentas. Busted knees and kisses on booboos weddings and funerals remembering things ain’t what we used to A new era posted on social media no more Sunday dinners full of laughter, now it’s emojis can barely see in the corner would love to know my family but screen is all I get to age is to be a work of art but on this box I can’t see shit. -Ad (CRG)
Can we sing this…like give it a tune and sing it? Cos I feel it is a lyrical poem. Love the refrain ‘To age is to be a work of art’ How did you come up with it. I love it
Life has
A way
Of letting
You hold
On or
Let go
Of things
You can
No longer do
I’ve recently
Started writing
And I’m older
Than a some
But younger than
A few
Is it the years
You live
Or the life
You’ve known
That makes
You a writer
Who knows
Age is a number
You can
Write at
10 or a
102
I hope i’m
Around at that
Age to write
About all of you ❤️
Namaste
You have asked a question I’d love to answer but I don’t have the answer…😊
How is your daughter?
I am waiting here for her to be released ! She gets to come home for two weeks-then she’ll have to go back in the hospital every 21 days for five days for chemotherapy for 6 months! 😢It’s going to be a long hard winter through Covid Thank you for asking🤗❤️ I wrote my poem in like two minutes why I was starting at her 🤷♀️
It’s nice and lovely what you do…I’m sure your daughter is very proud to have a mother like you. Thanks for posting your poem today. I’m grateful you did.
I didn’t think i’ve have time to. But the wheels of hospital release run slow. I wish it was a better poem but like i said i wrote it in 2 minutes 🤷♀️ I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she beats cancer ! Your prayers help Abuh- you are a great friend- thank you 🙏
Amen to that…About your poem…it is perfect. was surprised when i refreshed this page and saw your poem…it is perfect Reenie
Body aging
Time passes away
As I sit here
With my thoughts
Of each gone yesterday
Memories evoke artful feelings
I’ve so very much to say
So I write them down
For generations
That shall come after me
when my
Breath is no longer
In poems my voice
Will forever stay
One thing is certain about this poem. It captures the necessity of passing on art to generations. I love every bit of it
Thank you, friend!
Truly versed with loveliness 💫💛
I agree with you…
Of ages that have found us
thru paths of light and art
holding us dear
never letting them go.
How do we find thoughts
those days we played
sandboxing our minds
so happy to be alive.
Evening reflection beckons
infusing our memories
wild shores of love
such waves still take us back.
I thought I had seen it all…this is lit. Thanks for sharing it.
Amazing 😍😍
👏👏👏👏👏 bravo maestro!
Is this Seychelles?
Where I live… Half Moon Bay…
wow…it is beautiful.
#dailywisdomwords #dwwpp @Abuh Monday Eneojo
The age of art
A poet as their poetry
Knowing the connection is the art
Knowing the connection between song and poetry
Knowing the desire and passion
Let the lyrics of words flow
Use your observations
Use your five senses
Use your emotion
POEM BY KARL WOMACK
That to which the mind
yields to is genteel
to feel in rhymes
when love binds to
dissolve in a smile
whether placidly we cry
to bleeding moments
irrelevant with age
scarlet passion flows
wishes never gets old
we write with rage
in sentences we infuse
our mercurial moods.
All I can do is smile at this point. You know what…all the lines in this poem is beautiful but one is captivating. I guess you already know the line I’m talking about..😊
Lovely poem Mich!
You, CRG and Verde deserve an award…
Mingle n follow
our passions flow
aged in sweetness n style
like good wines
our moods are entwined
with lovely vines.
We muse upon
the dark n light of
seasonal tones
harnessing fanciful hues
we are ridiculously cool.
Spit it out Mich! I’m not going to stop you…
Michelle – my fave lines are “ Irrelevant with Scarlett passion close wishes never get old.” You so rocked this 🤗❤️
To age is to be a work of art
each line & wrinkle a story
caught in skin folds
remembered births and dried placentas.
Busted knees and kisses on booboos
weddings and funerals
remembering things ain’t what we used to
A new era posted on social media
no more Sunday dinners
full of laughter, now it’s emojis
can barely see in the corner
would love to know my family
but screen is all I get
to age is to be a work of art
but on this box I can’t see shit. -Ad (CRG)
Touchingly brings smiles..lovely🤗😍
Can we sing this…like give it a tune and sing it? Cos I feel it is a lyrical poem.
Love the refrain ‘To age is to be a work of art’
How did you come up with it. I love it
NO AGE TO THIS ART
Dad said he knew the art well
enough to ring it like a bell
until i heard its beauty
and see its fealty.
His vein had the stench of age
It didn’t for a day take like a sage,
reason, from minds yet virgin
so as not to leave a great margin
in a mind reeking with space.
My thoughts feigned a why
as he spoke poetry with peace
leaving me in a dazzling sigh.
Wonderfully rendered abuh..soo beautiful 💓
Thanks my friend. I learn from you everyday…
Thank you sensei