My mind thinks
Guilt needs Relief
So I Write My Wrongs
Confessing in Poems
Singing My Song
Sounds like Enlightening
Informative Lightening
Striking Keys of Belief
On My Takes on Thoughts
Experiencing Firstly and
Relating in Writing Lasting
Beyond My Perspectives
of the Rightness of Writing
These Wrongs......
Performed in Poetic Poems or Prose
I Suppose I Could be Right
When seeing from the sight in
Reading On the Writes and Relating
To a Song Performed Exclusively
Speaking to Me Personally
Or so I perceive to be Right
Interpreting Directions and Plight
To be further perfected in Writing
Of Wrongs in Steps in Direction
Covering me like Prickling Needles
Poking My Mind to Write the Wrongs
Strong in Reflection and Vexing
Demons as Angels Sing,
Glory Be.....Hallelujah!
Our Son is Writing His Wrongs!!!
The Cleansing of Spirit in Writing
Ether of Either Right not Writing
Wrong as So Being Lead to Feel
Unafraid as Exposure Shines
On Darkness as it Reclines
By Design in Writes of Wrong!
2b2b2
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mrmelody7 says: A Poet legacy is the words he leaves behind for generations to come |
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2b2b2 says: No doubt and for others to decipher and relate to...is always the hope! Thanks for checking me.....ONE |
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NternallyMe says: I truly admire this wonderful declaration of your art.. We all need to write some wrongs.. Thanks for sharing! Chea |
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2b2b2 says: Thank you, your encouragement is like wings....ONE |
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mlowe5 says: And so it is with we poets: Introspection is so good for the soul. Write, we must; bid no one to tell us how. This was a well penned poem. Keep writing! |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY 2b2b2
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Crowding on platforms Travails via black star lines No fruit from labor
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Me work come from dawn. Night come and me wan' go home. To rent too damn high
Retirement parties Not a care, no Medicare No service, track work
Plights fight inclusion Dead presidents, no regard Mule train solution
Forty-acre tool Diversified inclusion Track improvement plan
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Enough sense to know. Historically end...  |
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Building CirclesKnow an Arc, playing parts. Castaways depart, intrepid two steps. Escaping the deluge of unseemly waves Promising horizons, via protracting out clauses. A wait to carry, defying all, even the unimagined Movements are buoyed between above and down under Summer falls, winters to spring arrival, always obstructed. Constructed in a divine draftsman sojourn journalling instruct Oft times half built, as progeny stand at precipice wandering. What was written on spirt, appeals in the curious to a survivalist The plan continues perpetually in building the contemporary For today is in some way tied to yesterday’s tomorrow in Déjà vu Retracing and refining civilizations lost during times of forgetting So walk long, and far, never alone, together We must Re-member |
Soul-Mate StationTravelers’ from far to near Goin’ places, fulfilling dreams that never leave. Tracing steps from past lives spent. Sightseers stick out, attired as fair-weather believers. Followers of scent, gatherers rush in to convene. Love is at work for Love seemingly never ever sleeps. Love curators crafting schemes, are the first to depart broken hearted. Missed connections, others forever lost in misdirection. Sojourning to look on from overcrowded waiting areas. Seldom stopping to consider glancing past a runway of incoming arrivals. Passenger manifests reveal newcomers, hearts in need of just reprieve. Expectant Escalators travel up and down, as if on an unclosed wheel. Appeal is heightened for travel to destinations on one-way tickets. Frequent flyers lie in open spaces, ex-patriate or exiles that no longer believe. Connections are made... |
AwaitsHearts race, love is chase Found wanting, thrown in place Life calls collect from memory lanes A season to recall, like summer to fall Movements are swept up in sudden change Never 2b seen in fact how root from seed remain Sown in silent steps, before my “I” knows what begets I knew, and kind of sort of believed, so still even still faith is kept Forgotten placements of footprints fitting solely out of ancestors’ instep For happiness and peace are my soul companions 2b never-ending Ports of call, from exotic to serendipitous are visited and marked in imprints Happiness remains whether swiftly moving or being quite still in being Destiny is a mountain of certain promise always dis... |
Quest for FireCold hands’ clutch to pine for minute hours Warm hearted touch, reminds amore to forever Hot hands fan infamy, stroking fears uncomfortably Wanting only bids of two cents, paying for sins dutifully
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Ah yes, it was the coldness of the many feats, blues less oxygen Turning brittle by the covering of whimsical stuff of cold outside within Undercovering the dearth of ... |
Flash CardsNever learnt to play cards, since ‘21 Taking a hit even though already @seventeen Busted and tossed from thus gaming frame Aboard life’s shuffle on cruise ships suite Towards and ever expanding ah-Bridge’d crossing My movements were to slide by rules of Uno Even Solitaire became foreign amongst a family ‘affairs Wavy was always deep waters to swim through trunks Never knew what dog paddling could do upon throwing hands Til I reached the other side breathing, still alive, to Go Fish Sighs of relief as I begin again to try and backstroke across reneges Life savers both float and sink, as I drink from both sides of Gin Rummy All the fuss and fight to make one book, still failing to make&n... |
PuzzleGolden brown leaves rotate nearby During a daily walk in this wonder why Power is revealed again in returning guise
Fractured yet still attracted to bids 2b whole Living along, hard and fast to recount a soul Never actually lost, more or less forgotten past
Passersby’s briskly instep seeming to know the path Shared smiles are too kept in commute daily by such profile Wishes were granted, but 2b free, no more sights to see outside
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Conceived from the recesses of a ... |
Poor Dawg’s Misery (haiku)
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Fall Crawls
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