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A poet writes
of the yellow brick Road to the Wizard of Oz
I’m grasping at straws

Poetry of substance Worthy of a cause

I’m Grasping at straws
I read poetry without flaws

I’m grasping at straws
Poetry so deep in content, I am in awe

I’m grasping at straws
Poetry so reflective I have to take a pause

Yet still I’m grasping at straws

This is more than writer’s block
My Acadian clock stopped

My brother passed away
I can’t find anything to say
Can’t breathe I cry and pray

Words betray my heart
Numb my brother and I apart

My Tears will stop life will be OK
I hope today would be a better day

I read poetry to fill the hole
Until grief, depression loss lets me go
Living moment, by moment is all I know

A rebel without a cause
I’m grasping at straws

Inspired song

Take this pain
By Jake Banfield 2022
I can’t seem to write anything of substance. My heart just isn’t in it. I read such inspiration epic poem. Trying to find my voice again. I’m not one who wants to write like somebody else. I may and I’m good at it. My brother was three years older than me Just saying that sentence has me in tears.
across my face.

I saw spring coming
in the meadow
where the wildflowers
whisper to the wind.

found freedom on a snowcapped mountain top,

smiled to the child offering violets
cradled in her tiny hands

and when she smiles to me

her joy ripples like sunlight
across the sea of love.

the curtain is lifted.

the soul becomes visible

(always in the wild places
in my heart.)
By Geof the cheeky breakfast bard

I cracked at dawn beneath the weight
Of choices scrambled on my plate.
Should I be poached, or softly fried?
Do I conform, or yolk with pride?

The bacon mocks with seasoned flair,
“Why not sizzle, if you dare?”
Yet toast just sits, all butter-faced,
Avoiding life, slightly disgraced.

I whisk myself with pinch of thought:
Am I the meal, or just a plot?
The fry pan hums with heated ache,
What if I’m real, but hard to bake?

The waitress pours me existential tea
“Sweet or bitter? Your choice,” says she.
And so I stew, both brave and bland,
In life’s great brunch, I understand.

I’m not just food for fleeting flings,
I’m breakfast served with questioning things.
So tip your cook and raise your glass,
To sunny-side truths that boldly pass.
Emotional Calories: 230 FPV

Key Ingredients of Feeling: Philosophical yolkplay, sizzling metaphors, contemplative protein

MSI (Metaphoric Saturation Index): 🍳 High – existential layering with pan-fried paradox
Touch me.
Hold me
Tell me that you love 💕 me.
And I will melt into your arms
Binaural
The soft sounds
Eyes fuller illuminating

So incredibly~ inviting

Where the seas

Part and the
Tides shift
I know you’ll always be

Good things envelope hope

Come in small
Packages
No doubt in my mind

Love has no boundaries

It’s endless
Friendships evolve
Out of a simple moment of chance

Nightfall is quietly lifted

The Magnificent
Sun rises again
The air is so full of precious life

The spaces between us

Don’t matter
Let’s fill in
The blanks and grey areas

Grow how we so choose

Your simple gestures
Kindly warm my heart
So fully and give me strength

I know just how genuine

You are
And I will never
Ghost you the thought

Wouldn’t even come to the surface

Not sure how
Or why
But are paths crossed

For a reason

And I’m glad
There’s only one version of you

Because that’s more then plenty

To accommodate a simple man
Like ME
In the heart of the world Africa stands
Tall and proud and Africa has style
And dances with rhythm a vibrant call
From ancient wisdom deep and vast
To future hopes that ever last
And the African rainforests
Where the wild spirits hide

And Africa will forever shine
A treasure truly so divine and
Precious memories will forever stay
Rivers like lifelines meander and flow
From the Congo’s embrace to the Nile’s gentle glow

Mountains all around Africa tall and proud
Kilimanjaro watches majestic and magical
And mountain peaks kiss the
Lord's blue sky where eagles take flight
Chasing the dawn into the arms of the light

And Africa is the place to be
As the warm sun shines brightly upon me
And the stars shine beautiful every night
And my heart is beating for Africa
And the stories been told
Of ancient traditions rich and bold

And Africa a continent of vibrant hue
Where cultures blend both old and new
A spirit strong a heart so bold
Africa a story waiting to be told

And African people are full of
Love and pride and there hard
Working too and they pray just
Like me and you

And African children laugher a melody sweet
As they play in the shadows in sun's golden heat
With dreams in their hearts they wanna be number one and
In Africa where land meets the sea

From the sands of the coast to the peaks of the land
Africa whispers a promise inviting us all to see and Africa is magically beautiful

So I'll cherish the beauty and strength of Africa
And I'll honor my journey and
And my memories deep in my heart
They stay Africa rises a beacon of life

And Africa is beautiful
It's more than just a dream come true
So let the world see and embrace the
Spirit of Africa brave and strong and
In every heartbeat and in every precious song Africa sings a place where we all belong.
Africa 🌍 🌍
 Jul 28 Balthazar
Jay Jelly
Rescue story
An abundant
Well that never runs dry

A love that’s unmatched

There is no measuring stick
For differentiating
The desires of the flesh

Versus the needs of your soul

Even the most
Complex adversities
Can’t outshine your halo

The proof is in the pudding

I’m walking today
Freer at ease
All do to my sanctuary

In the most unlivable valleys

Of dark circumstances
You held me
In your arms

Back to square one

Ironing out the kinks
Pushing forward
Starting anew

Deflecting the blame

I’ll take credit
For some of the fall
But unfortunately I wasn’t

The majority

Too point the finger at
Winning formulas
Aren’t always easy to come by

But one would have

Made more sense
Had life shown me him
A tad bit earlier

Had they handed out

A how too tutorial
Wounds that
Glowed in the dark

What eventually became TRIUMPHS

Over my past obstacles
The demons fled
Nurturing food I began to taste

A much needed healing

Grace through turbulent times
A sad story
Eventually something good happened

Yet not often enough

Sooner rather
Then not at all
Better late then never

Spoken into existence freedom grew

Your words and praises
Maybe they should
Be far more to the ends of the earth

For you are UNDENIABLY THEE ONE

My testimony
Is painstakingly written
One hundred

Percent BETTER TODAY

ALL because of your ENDLESS LOVING FORGIVENESS

MY RESURGENCE is all yours ALONE
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