Wonderful Wednesday`s Monthly Meet and Greet
Welcome To Wonderful Wednesday
~Meet and Greet~
A Special monthly blog as we Meet and Greet all
Especially our new readers,poets and writers to CPC
Let`s give a warm welcome
As a poet family , a family tree
Your poetry touches our hearts and you do, too
Please, remember to comment your fellow poets
Bring a friend
We always look forward to new poets, readers
Tonight may we give all a warm welcome to CPC
as we write a little poetry
Maybe expressing how much CPC means to you,
or
What poetry, writing means, does for you
What style of poetry do you enjoy writing
and why
Even share one of your lst poems you wrote
or any past one you wish to share
It`s
Freestyle tonight
Just share your inspiring poetry
Enjoy having fun and being as you are
A creative poet for all
Hope you enjoy this blog
as much as we enjoy you being here
Please, click the heart at the top showing you did~Grateful hugs
What you write ones remember
Have to love and respect poetry
POETRY KNOWS
*~*
I give my heart
To poetry
It is
A part of me know
It speak when I can not
Say just what I feel and know true
Its my tears and sadness
Its my laughter and my happiness
Flow wit the words
Sum time I can not speak
Yet I feel deep in side
Just what
Want to say
But words will not come
Just grad
Pen and paper
Are tick tack on me computer
The words do so flow
Sum times
Even
Spell words wrong
Are may miss a few know
Still they flow
In more ways than none
I give my heart
To poetry
It knows me though and though
*~*
Written By: Bettie Davis ———— © November o6 , 2o12
FREEDOM TO WRITE AND EXPRESS
Poetry is much like a rose
It glows and so grows
In the heart
Of many
It can be expressed
In many way words songs
Are just the prettiness of its site
Poetry style
Just any one
Will do
Um up to try them all
Poetry means the world to me
I kin write bout just any thing cum to mine
Ever a song put to my mind
Put a picture before me
I will tell you a story
Yet my mind goes well wit out
Its already there
In the back
Of my mind
Dont need a reason
Just do
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————- (November o6 , 2o12
TRY IT
You may be a poet
but don’t know it.
Flow it;
show it;
bestow it,
and you will grow it
Let it out.
Like a boat when you row it
or a car when you tow it;
even a lawn when you mow it,
or your nose when you blow it.
It’s ok if you want to Edgar Allen Poe it.
Just always “yes” never “no” it.
Rise above not below it,
and you will glow it.
Copyright March 5th 2013 RGD
Having a creative group like the CPC here on Friendburst is very important to me. This is what Friendburst is all about, creativity and sharing. Thankyou to all the members of the CPC for making Friendburst your home!
Kevin first Thank You for bring us Friendburst site. CPC is amazing site I learning so much from the great writers There. I feel part of something fantastic and it help me write my thoughts. and be part of blogs each day or when I get a chance to come on. IT’S THAT TIME! GIVE US ONE MORE LINE! is one of my favorite doing. The friends There are amazing writers.
If You Don`t Believe in Yourself
or have the courage to fly
CPC Crew will help you reach the sky
With your magical ink ..have to try 😉 :love: :love: :love: :love:
CPS is a wonderful place to be
With friends we call our poet family
Even when mess up or no show
Each opens arms as nothing happened at all
Always inspiring ,encouraging in so, many ways
Keep doing , keep going, write your way
Do not be afraid to open your wings
For each has its own magic within to share
Being creative and having fun we do
Love , love each of you
All such beautiful pieces posted. Always a joy to visit CPC each day and participate. Big Hugs and Lots of Love. Greetings and Happy Wednesday from “Sunny” Southern California. :love: :love: :love: (((HUGS)))
Empty pages.
Empty pages running through my block third eye.
Inspiration is what I need in my writers hand.
Maybe then I can find some of a writer fans.
Poets across the land.
I’m trying to be a poet .
But I just can’t find the words that are right.
My mind wined tight .
There is no words of light.
I see empty pages in my sights .
So I have come here tonight .
Hoping for a insight on a lovers write .
Empty pages is all I got for now.
There is no imagination in this town.
I’m a poet with writer’s block.
No fans to flock.
Words repeat it self time and time again.
A poets see’s dreams that I can’t win.
So how can I call my self a poet again.
Empty pages before my eyes.
Tears muster up one hell of cry.
For I am a poet with a blocked third eye.
Thanks always to CPC and my friends here for encouraging the words that occasionally flow from this pen of mine . . . .
LOST WORDS
And when there seems
to be so little to say,
no words enough
to exactly say
what I want to say,
in the way I want;
no words dancing
across the pages,
that canvas very blank
in front of me,
as I’m left searching
for the words,
the very best ones
but they’re just not there,
can’t find them anywhere;
the feeling quite gone,
it seems . . . .
But not giving up,
a void to fill,
as looking for a jump-start,
a bit of inspiration . . . .
So I take out my “pen”
and jot some words on the page
and begin to write quite aimlessly,
no theme or direction in mind,
just writing words
upon this canvas of white,
until a few begin to make some sense
I look again at what I’ve done
and realize that it didn’t take that long
to fill that empty cup once again
and that dreaded empty feeling
of an empty page is gone
at least for now.
(c) bak 1-11-11
barbara kausteklis