“Poetry, Language Of The Soul” – 1st Blog Post

My Poetry is the language in which my soul speaks. “Think, Feel, Be.”… I created this blog, to share my poetry. Who knows? Maybe it may also encourage people to “WRITE!” “Everyone Is A Poet!” I hope to touch a soul and or heart, light the proverbial spark and remind us all of who we are.

“Namaste & One Love”💖💛💚

“Is This Me?…
Soaring effortlessly
Like a butterfly, free from it’s cocoon
Or a rose petal, finally in full bloom
watching the seasons, like a migratory bird
Floating on the Soul of words

Created & designed, from the beginning of time

Is This Me?…


by Maxwanette A. Poetess



Of course my favorite types of books are ones filled with POETRY, lol! Another poem from my mentor (Ahhh, the many Souls she’s touched & continues to do so) and favorite Poetess…

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.





(Pictured: Mississippi Gulf Coast)



The simplicity of the sun-rays,

Cascades gently, as it flows, solitarily,

alongside a restful frame.


Creeping along, spreading its warming glow, throughout time and space.

Illuminating the walls, in the rooms in which love dwells.

Shifting, ever so gently,

Not wanting to arise, from such a soothing and intoxicating slumber.


Conforming and surrendering unto its will, by the very liquescence of one’s core.

Cradling of all senses, allowing a hypnotic flow of acknowledgement and acceptance,

Of who one is and created to be.


The smile of the “ever-knowing” of the journeys lost, conquered and lie ahead,

Forming the symbiotic relationship of everlasting hope and faith,

Another fraction in time of rare appreciative value.


Blessed opportunities flow upon the crown, created divinely and definitively,

By the “Most High” of all and eternity.

Promise of another day, is indeed guaranteed to none.

The significance of its very existence, simplistically noticed.


Self-acknowledgement of uniquely coded blue-prints,

Never to achieve the ability, to rival the first clarification of awareness,

“fated destiny”


An atomic crescendo, of Mt. Rushmore-ish enlightenment,

Interlacing with the arterial system and igniting the flames of life,

within your soul.


For it is within the most simplistic of things, the greatest of things derive…


~ by Maxwanette A. Poetess

“I Don’t Want Your Pity!”


“I Don’t Want Your Pity”

I don’t want your pity

I can stand on my own

I’ve been through worse than this

And I’ve made it alone


No matter the journey

Or who watches the fight

I’ve gone through it

I’m still here and alright


You see obstacles, problems & stress

I don’t have that kind of time to waste

There’s just too much to live for

The knowledge of life, has a beautiful taste


So save your pity for those who seek it

As my energies propel me to places unseen

I have sprung forth from the, “coal-pressured-into-a-diamond” life

Blindingly swift, as I continue to gleam


You can keep it, for it isn’t needed…I don’t want your pity, lol!

~by Maxwanette A. Poetess


*Part of the “The Poetic Storm ~ Vol. II.” series.