Paula's Poetry

  Walt Whitman was considered the father of free verse. He was a journalist, essayist, and poet; He was controversial because of his lifestyle. He was also a humanist. During the American civil war, he went to Washington D.C to help in the hospitals with the men wounded. On this earth from 1819 until 1892: dying at the age of 72. He was born on Long Island, Nassau County, and raised in Brooklyn, New York City, where he also spent most of his career. He quit school at age 11 to work. His collection of poetry Leaves of Grass was self-published In 1855. He made multiple revisions until his death. attached is my photo and Walt Whitman Getty google photo

 Title: Unheard Mankind Under the yoke of  Nobility in line or riches Heavy is the burden to shelter Earning not enough for the bread All through history, suppression  Reared and put the voices into Death of the flesh Making the populace sheep,  Acting dumb to actions, hoping Nothing will take away the rest Kindle in their breasts Imagining a better world needs voices Never thinking they play a part in Death or life - inaction, unheard, grave. ~PLS/PCS~1.8.2024  

  WEDDING DAY...BLUES Witness this day a blushing bride's Emotions run high, Hoping Days to come will be without sighs Disenchantment, and busy days coping Invoke missing closeness, gone are the hugs No longer having the loving words of courting Gone too in the flurry is love now called humbugs Dios calls for unconditional love kept supporting All committed, not changing as if the heels are flats Yearning for new changes are not in His plans But kindness, love, hugs, not giving into rows Living in harmony though world's chaos, remember banns Unless calmness, God's love shows. Eternity's peace awaits those who win over misbehaving Searching within self and home will rekindle the first craving. PLMS/PCSS 1.12.2022 All reactions: 10 Waqar Ijaz, Deepa Sabharwal and 8 others 1 Share

  WEDDING DAY...BLUES Witness this day a blushing bride's Emotions run high, Hoping Days to come will be without sighs Disenchantment and busy days coping Invoke missing closeness; gone are the hugs No longer having the loving words of courting Gone too in the flurry is love now called humbugs Dearest Almighty calls for unconditional love kept supporting All committed, not changing as if the heels are flats Yearning for new changes is not in His plans But kindness, love, hugs, not giving into raucous rows Living in harmony through the world's chaos, remember banns Unless calmness, which is God's love, shows. Eternity's peace awaits those who win over misbehaving Searching within self and home will rekindle the first craving. revised 1.12.2023 ~PLMS/PCSS~photo Holly Jacobs I wrote this while remembering my marriage of fifty-two years through all its ups and downs. Knowing love never dies but does expand. The original was written on my wedding day to my second husband. I ...

  This Poet Today is in the sunset time Hard put, not to write in rhyme Instead of free-flowing the rhythms Strictly is kept close, so no schisms, Poetry was sunrise days with teen Overcoming outsider pressures Ears to hear and nose to grind the stone Time to overcome traumas, aiming high. ~PLMS/PCSS~ 1.11.2023 Prompt description of self Latter Clarity Acrostic. Reining Scattered Wording All reactions: 12 Nancy Ndeke, Waqar Ijaz and 10 others 8 Share

  SO NO ONE CAN BOAST Surprisingly not, too many fail at playing God Only God Almighty, the Only One Nature attests to His greatness, and in all Of the divine scriptures, humankind, beasts On turf, in seas, and in the air, all are His design Nature vibrates to his tuning, and its sports all Exotic colors: the deepest black to the palest white Carnal nature is the challenge, ego-inflated, and lust-filled. Anger-driven tantrums only escalate as creatures mature Neglected as tots, turned away when attention was sought But embrace knowing we cannot accomplish anything, Other than what our Creator deems we can handle and in Him All is accomplished; even our good works are His spirit-driven So relax,,, do the right thing; let frustration, anger, and hate be Tossed aside, drop loads leading to death before your time. Photo Christina Serghiescu ~PLMS/PCSS~ 01.10,2023 All reactions: 8 Beatriz Romero, Robynn Gabel Okes and 6 others 3 Share