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Poetry with the barefootpoet - one word, and you riff on that!

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Ok worried somehow I did not do a good job with the word "Sage" - I can't edit it - will give it a go again... hope someone likes it!
then a new word.
Sage
wisdom from an old soul
guiding through the caveats, the twisted jungles
where confusion creates chaos, where heat and humidity thickens reason
Sage
The old soul with words that calm, soothe
and bring balance to
the struggles...
I seek her, within this world and without it
as well.

New Word:
FIST
 
Unconditional acceptance
gentle hand holding
sitting with me and watching the wind
sift through the trees
moving slowly as we get to know each other
being willing to take the time
to be my friend, allowing me the room
to feel safe, then comes love. :):):)
 
Love
Love to hold, love to give
Love to share, love to sieve
the nightmares from my brain

Love to see, love to do
Love to clean up all the pooh
Love to wash the tears away
Love to say - I love you

Love to quench, love to heal
Love to quieten, to reveal
The soul, the peace, the heart, the joy
The pain, the ache, the wrench, the void
The kindness of each soul ignites
with flames of love that burn and right
The wrongs, our songs with passion, fight

Believe in love my friends, I say
Coz love will make a brighter say
To heal the heart and cool the rage
To bring a spark, no matter the age
To build a bridge to greener pastures
To make a friend, removing masks, yers better believe love is the best, I've said my piece now I'm gettin' some rest
Love yers! (said with an Aussie accent)

Damn, stupid predictive text, it's meant to say "brighter day"
 
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PS. what's the next word? (beautiful powerful poem, thank you - love it!)
 
Pills, pills, pills galore
Some people down them when they don't want to stay on Earth anymore
Rushed to the hospital, if found
The nurses and doctors aren't astounded
They see it all of the time
Charcoal to cleanse the liver
Stick a catheter in your urethra
Don't rip out!
The doctor said it might take my uterus out
I think he lied but either way
The catheter was there to stay
To take away the waste so the liver doesn't overload
When it gets full the CNA changes it out
Uncomfortable but it helps filter that nasty waste out.

>Personality<
 
Personality is our own warped experience of reality,
Years collected of our experience and functionality.

A war drawn down between nature and nurture.
Scientists argue, was it the mother or the father?

We class it up with A's and B's and probably C's. Hand out disorders, label people willy nilly.
All because their personality 'disorder' is so dangerous to see!

When all of this is created in our minds, and I for one can easily find that many doctors can label so easily blind, with not knowing the horror stories peeking behind.

So for me a personality makes us fun to be around, even when I can't be arsed to get off the ground.

Makes the people who love us even stick around, and I'm bloody glad that there is only one of me, because it would be bloody annoying to find my own personality.

New word: Farm
 
Farm to fork, fork to farm
Whatever the case a movement has begun.
Chefs, cooks and patrons tired of artificial tasting lunch
Monsanto there, Monsanto here - they're everywhere!
Tearing down agriculture, disappearing bees and chemical filled leaves.

Take back agriculture and start with the soil
Turn, fertilize and naturally conquer
Feel the Earth and watch the crops
With each stage a bloom or vegetable starts to drop
Fruits on trees and in the bushes
Try not to pick it!

Served on the plate, made to look fancy
This came from our own philosophy
In the garden out back lies the little farm patch.

>Clown<
 
A clown is a metaphor for what PTSD has done to me
The smile on the outside is there for others
On the inside it's a whole different story
People said after the shit hit the fan "I had no idea"
I kept the smile fixed on to mask my raging hell that was my life
I performed, yes I did my thing on stage
I was so good at "fakin' it"
I made a decision, that there was no point to livin' , other than for others, so ...
I laughed, I danced, I played the clown
I hid the sadness and the frowns
So nobody could see me
 
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