Creating Quotes inspired by other folks Poetry
Well..
i’m not sure
i’m
a
Queen’s English
poet
but
oh..
how
i
do
love
to create
quotes
from
other folks
poetry..
the following
five
potpourri
mix
of
quotes
from
me
inspired by
Mary..Brian..Bjorn..
Claudia..
and
Charliezero1
respectively
as such..
in SECOND
RESPONSE
TO
CALL
FOR
QUOTE
INSPIRED POETRY…
WELL..
i
don’t play rules
well
anymore..
this
is
poetry
inspired
quotes..;)
as
such..:)
ALL
WORDS
NO
PHOTOS
OR VIDEOS
EITHER..;)
IN
AND
FOR
RESPECT
OF
THE
ALL
VERBAL
LEANING
FOLKS..
IN POETRY
AS
SUCH…
BUT THIS IS A RARE EVENT..
i’m
all
about
the multimedia..
folks!
and this is
how i respond
to each and every
poem..
so
sometimes i do not
get
around
to
all
of them..
this way..
as it takes
a little
while
to respond
this way…
Anyway
here
it
writes…
flowing
and letting
It
go
as
such..
Well..
as far as war ending years ago at 11am..
i guess it’s fitting that Veteran’s day is on November 11..
and my cousin felled to the same fate in Vietnam..
i suppose folks still aren’t getting the message..
on a global basis..
but we are lucky..
in no wars on our soils..
But luck runs out..
in human ways..
With no guarantees..
For a country that overall no longer cares..
to know or overall even cares..
about the gift of freedom..
about the gift of freedom..
anymore to even disagree with it..
as such..
for the most
part..
part..
when taken away…
i refuse to do that..
and
and
DO
reap the FULL BENEFITS
OF
FREEDOM
RINGING AS SUCH…
IN ME…
AFTER ALL
my cousin died for It…
IT’s precious
as such..
OF
FREEDOM
RINGING AS SUCH…
IN ME…
AFTER ALL
my cousin died for It…
IT’s precious
as such..
but thanks for the patriotic call
to end any war..
for
peace…
to end any war..
for
peace…
Words of flowers..
give me feeling of just how important..
‘watering’ of beauty is..
and how the small things in life..
like a flower..
can end
up
INSPIRING A child..
a man..
a soldier..
a leader
or
homeless guy
on the street..
OR WHO KNOWS
even the queen of England;)
but they are living..
and the flowered ways of life..
are precious…
STILL
NO MATTER how they get
tHere…
watered as such….
and how the small things in life..
like a flower..
can end
up
INSPIRING A child..
a man..
a soldier..
a leader
or
homeless guy
on the street..
OR WHO KNOWS
even the queen of England;)
but they are living..
and the flowered ways of life..
are precious…
STILL
NO MATTER how they get
tHere…
watered as such….
There is this place of prison of soul..
i’ve been there..
done IT..
i’ve been there..
done IT..
wHeRe words are only empty shells
of remnants
of heart once held…
of remnants
of heart once held…
tHeRe is such great potential of life in words..
but reality for some..
is only empty
shell..
but reality for some..
is only empty
shell..
In words
of heart once worn
perhaps never tried oNnow..
for some..
and ONly torn
NOw..
a part
from
HE ART
as
HeART
ONcE
W
oNe
4
one…
HEART
AND SOUL
TOGETHeR
AS
ONE
4
one
and othErs
2
Full hearts
and souls
ONE
!
Life can be dirty business..
with hands that are no longer lilly white..
But thank goodness there are those willing
to persevere and get a little dirty
to persevere and get a little dirty
to love a tree to life..
goes on…
goes on…
in dirt and water
alive as such..
alive as such..
living is truly all
that counts…
that counts…
tree or man..
we
all play chess together..
with or without stately court…
water ‘us’ is all ‘we’ ask….
all play chess together..
with or without stately court…
water ‘us’ is all ‘we’ ask….
Perfection is the beast of man..
the true killer of free will..
There is a time when i fight with my wife..
over bricks moved out of straight
line..
ANOTHER brick in the wall is
i
then…
But..
i turn the News off..
and only visit it..
like a never changing soap opera..
ever year and then..
NOW…
i sing and dance..
with other folks
whether they want to join in or not…
To make one’s
TRUEWILLED
way..
can be a hard path..
but it’s worth
every imperfect
word and step…
i
do not
write
poetry
as
such
i
am
born
again
poetry…
It’s ME
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