This type of writing is pulled from the page as someone reads a quick story or series of words gathered. It is up to the poet to arrange the words or sentences into a free style poem. Here is my latest rapid fire poem.
The Golden light within us needs to come forth
Rise and speak your truth
Upon waking I have to leave the sanctuary that blankets me
Hide from those until there is no more blackness walking about
Listen to our native ancestors who legends need storytelling
Wrapped in laws, surrounded by the chill of steel
Where is there fairness among soap peddlers? While washing our sins away
By Jacqueline Denis
Poetry lies in these moments of presence
To be a poet is to recognize that inspiration comes from each present moment that draws us into our creativity! Then it is our senses that overtake us as we try to show others what we see, feel, hear, taste and smell. But it is my sixth sense that brings them all together to unravel the mystery.
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as I begin to unravel my creative process of writing poetry. Thank you for your encouragement, support and openness to connect more to the spiritual side of yourself as you awaken the divine being within you!
If I were a painter I would paint pictures of a garden so great your eyes would never stray. You wanting only to travel pathways leading to boundless beauty.
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If I were a sculptor I would sculpt your face, it’s perfect form, delicate, soft, lively, creating and reproducing copies for companionship
If I were a teacher I would show you how the garden provides, all you ever need within your hands. The art of sowing and reaping, caring and connecting.
If I were a scientist I would connect this garden to your body, developing healthy concoctions, plant vibrations, frequencies, providing balance and harmony.
If I were a theologian I would remind you to look up and within. You are as great as the cosmos is vast. Believe in yourself, believe in something greater than you!
If I were a mother I would nurture your soul and its divinity. For my arms are always reaching, to hold you, always reminding, you were created with love.
But I am only a poet, a lost breed whose pen is my third eye and voice. Bringing insight into new ways of thinking and being. A love warrior willing to cause a stir to awaken humanity.
I’m so excited that my poem “ In the Wilderness” won a place in Words Gathered Anthology 2020 volume 1 by Gertrude’s Writing Room Windsor Ontario.
With intention Evil
I will bring you down
to the depths of hell
not I alone, but my legion
there are many
Great Souls you have met
over the centuries
A plan was contrived
may I remind you
of the coming demise
of you and your Cabal
I am not of this world
you are the master whore here!
There is a culling
the reapers scythe is raised
do not be fooled by the wars you win
or the legions you gather
There is another force here
that cares for balance and justice
the only question is
Are you ready?
Today I shift
of the Goddess within
is the moment
to let go
as a ripple in perpetual motion
to rise up
Law of Divine right action
Today I choose
I create my own world
In the wilderness of poetry
I’m wondering if you can envision
what I ascertain?
Readers are so subjective
I search for truth, beauty and
courage in life
I grasp for inclusion
I am wild, free, alone
creating a moment
Do you even see the forest for the trees?
A dangerous place
How will you even see me with closed eyes?
My breath like a slow fog expels
I smell the pines in the forest
standing firm, grounded, expansive
limbs spread upward in worship
I belong here
My pen is my voice
like the smell of the pines
It cries out to be noticed
Fragrant words seducing you closer
vowels lighting the narrow path
to the truth, beauty and courage of the forest
Standing firm, I succumb to the wilderness
anticipating true belonging.
SOFTLY THROUGH THE COBWEBS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE ENVELOPING ME GENTLY
LIKE A BABE IN ARMS
WARM, TENDER, COMFORTING
MY SENSE OF BEING BENDS TO MATCH YOU
MY TWIN FLAME
DESIRING ONLY YOUR TOUCH
MY HEART SEEKS SOLICE
AWAKENED MEMORIES COME TO SURFACE AS THE
BREEZE AND SUNLIGHT PURIFY MY THOUGHTS
LOVE IS MY TRUE EXISTENCE
DAILY I GREET MY GOAL OF KEEPING HIGH VIBRATIONS
AS I CHOOSE WHICH EXPERIENCE
YOU WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE
IT IS A CHALLENGING ROLE I PLAY
IN THIS DUALISTIC WORLD
KNOWING BOTH LIGHT AND DARKNESS ARE NEEDED
IT IS NOT EASY TO LOVE THOSE WHO HAVE NO SELF LOVE
AND IT IS FAR TOO EASY TO HATE
GUIDE ME MERCIFULLY
FOR LOVE IS MY TRUE EXISTENCE
IN CALM SURRENDER
SITTING IN SILENCE
AN INVISIBLE FLOWING FORCE
IN THE DANCE BETWEEN WIND AND WAVES
THE AURAS OF TREES WEEP
MY FLESH IS MY BARK
I SENSE A RUMBLING IN THE AIR
AS THE WIND WHISPERS
YOU CANNOT HOLD BACK TRUTHS
THAT WILL ONE DAY CHANGE
THE VARY EXISTANCE
OF WHO YOU ARE!