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CJ Sutherland Aug 14
A seasoned poet realizes
Through embellished disguises
Marked by complexity
Driven by calculated uniformity
Filled with minute details
evaluate while riding the rails
The goal is to work hard to achieve
A story poem believably perceived

To exaggerate a structured process made
Is when vivid imagery fades
Interesting concepts inevitably played
Muddy clarification  pictures portrayed
Without stress comes blessed
Fantastic lines flourishes
As words nourishes our souls

We build organic sentence structure
from simple ingredients.
Adjectives provide ample sustenance.
As the art of the story is told
embellishments never grow old

Usually, a poet will know
When they’re on a roll
A smile concluded at the end
For a poet, it’s easy to pretend

When did embellishments become bigger than life?
Every subject kernels of nuggets of human strife
With twists and turns as the poet’s story jack knifes
Yet Never seems too deep as they grow old
A well planned story for told

A poet strives for elusive perfection ,
Avoiding at all cost negative rejection
Finding their self in their written word
Their true voice even IF the topic is absurd

Vivid imagery shows leaps and bounds
When a story read out loud has perfect sound
With a basic premise solid as the ground
Fluidity in motion can be found

Their poetry gift establishes imagination
Only limited by their lexicon, word creation 
power required to overcome friction
and the inertia of the moving parts proper diction 

Spy a girl cross the sea
Come sailing with me
Simply beautiful let it be
The love, we will create
Finding our soulmate

My sail boat
roams restless
upon the ocean
Smooth sailing
Poetry in motion

Inspired song
1) Come Sail Away
By Styx 1977

2) Sail Away
By The Oak Ridge Boys 1979
BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
August 13, 2025 calculated
Calculus refers to an advanced branch of mathematic that details, mostly the rates and changes of finding links area and volume
do you
Wonder Why
it’s the negative things
we tend to believe
When people practice
to deceive

Nine people say
Something good
Yet we glam onto
The one negative
Whether we
Should

I’m a daft
Old cow
A fat sough
Plain Jane
Implications
Of a name

I never
Thought
I was
Something
I was
Not

Brow beat from
Head to my feet
I could never
Measure up
The pedestal
Is too steep

We are the worst critics
In a cynic world we create
We never give  
Ourselves a break
Go easy
For goodness sake

I was never one of the pretty people
Gilded Castle, Golden steeple
People in glass houses should never throw stones
Far Too much to atone
He who is without sin,
Cast the first stone

I’m A rough ragged Rock
With intentional purposeful refinement
Even while blemishes are detected
My inner self starting to show with no objective
Patient polish purposeful perfection
I became a brilliant diamond

Now I shine

I have grown in my reflection
No more negative rejection
Without stern objection
I’m No longer a whipping post
Live love, laugh Father Son Holy Ghost
Journey to self be a loving host

Inspired Songs;

1) Dream by Aerosmith 1973

2) I got a name by Jim Croce 1973

3) Be good to yourself by Frankie Miller 1977

4) Shining star by Earth, wind and fire 1975
This is one of the areas of grief I’m not sure which one. I’m just going with the flow working out the emotions best I know dealing with my brother’s death. He died July 15. We haven’t buried him yet. I haven’t let go. I think that shows. I’m going along having an OK day and a break out in tears not sure why the song I thought no reason at all really but every reason under the sun my emotional roller coaster has just begun I fear this might take a while I’ll put on a fake smile and Sam OK when it’s really not that way
CJ Sutherland Apr 14
I can think of younger days
My stories slowly fade away
Lessons learned how to love
How to mend a broken heart
Discern between the light and dark

I’m a simple poet a realist to the core
Youth Arguing fighting, keeping score
Impetuous, impatient, demanding
Stubborn opinionated long standing

Writing in the heat of a fight
When my wrath verbally take flight
All of my poetry comes from within
From the depth of my soul original Sin

How do you mend a broken heart?
That’s how I write how I start
As I age, I entered into another phase
Most of which for me a mazes

I have the grace and wisdom to hold on
A movie, A word, A sentence,, A song,
All day long these muse I choose
They carry me back to a simpler day
In a world, that believed in God we pray

Today, my life simplicity ever changing
Duplicity beliefs are constantly rearranging
I am 64 with 1 foot out the door
New styles of poetry I explore

Believe, hope, faith, pray
These are not just words I say
Just as poetry is the fabric of me
No time like the present to write poetry


Inspired song
How can you mend a broken heart?
By Al Green, 1972
BLT word of the day challenge
April 13, 2025 reminiscent
Too reminisce is to talk, think, or right about some thing that happened in the past.

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