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Poetry, creative writing and a desire to inspire….. Hebrews 11:1 – Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.


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Scorching Heart

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Rising like a revival

Scorching heart

Raging fire

Phoenix transformation

Red sky blazing

Bullshit melting like wax

Soul truth emerging from the ashes

The feint of heart still denying themselves

Step up to the table

Free food for thought

Feeding the mind fiery introspection

Burning notions

Disclosing once closed theories

The phoenix within

Now free

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photo courtesy of pixabay


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World Poetry Day 2

In this story
I am the poet

You’re the poetry.

Arzum Uzun


She was always there 

As often as I would return 

She was always there

And I would sit afar 

Painting her portrait with words

Hoping one day 

I would have the courage to say “hello”

photo courtesy of pixabay 


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Romantic Tuesday: Magnitude

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How big is the world compared to love?

My world continues to expand each day with you

We revolve around the sun in the constant presence of light

The days seem to not contain enough time and space

So much to say and express

Our only quest is togetherness

To love as openly and fully as we can

Our hands holding the ends of a ribbon as we tie a bow around

what we have found

There is nothing more priceless or precious

We wave to the moon each night

Hoping this “good night” will be the last apart

I wait for the morning in which we awake and I see the sun

rising in your eyes

It is then perhaps, I will fully understand the magnitude of our love

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photo courtesy of pixabay

 


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Gauntlet

The sword never tires

Whatever new beast may rise up

The armor protecting more than the body

Soul warfare

Gauntlet raised

Staring directly into the eyes of evil

I do not flinch, only deepen my stance

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photo credit: MrWallpaper.com


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Blurred

I stood at that gate

As I had done many a day before

Thinking this the day I would go home

But no one would come

As was the case many a day before

Inside they say I am no ordinary man

I no longer debate with the white coat holding a

recorder in his hand

With each visit to my room, he cannot understand how my

mind expands

Please God, don’t let them sedate me again

The white coats don’t understand what it is like

to feel nothing

I stood at that gate

As I had done many a day before

A slightly blurred image hangs in my mind

Arms welcoming me home

But no one would come…

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