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

This is the post excerpt.

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?…”
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Dancing & soaring effortlessly
Like a butterfly, free from it’s cocoon
Or a rose petal, finally in full bloom
watching the seasons, like a migrational bird
Floating on the soul of words

Created & designed, from the beginning of time

Is This Me?…

YES!

M.A.M. {aka: MAX A POETESS}, All Rights Reserved.

https://www.facebook.com/PoetryLanguageOfTheSoul/

“I Love My Grandchildren”

(Picture derived from Google)

I Love My Grandchildren

I love my grandchildren.

For when I look, I can see,

Tiny perfected reflections of me.
Little hands, feet and eyes.

The physical essence of loves,

Fundamental surprise.
I could go on forever,

With this delightful poetic note.

Grandchildren are the seedlings of hope.
“I LOVE MY GRANDCHILDREN!”

This I proudly yell.

Grandma loves you dearly & always, Amaya, Promise, LJ, Dynesti, Zashia & Kendell!

 ~M.A.M. {aka: MAX A POETESS} , All Rights Reserved. 

“Just Like You”

Just Like You
I don’t want to feel…

So I won’t have to deal,

With the hell, that I went through.
The pain, the loss,

Don’t begin to cover the cost,

That it makes me wonder, what did I do?
The struggles that were shared,

As you beat my skin bare…

In the morning, there’s ignoring, of the blacks & blues.
The horror & shame that was felt, as each blow was dealt,

Our babies cried—As I slumped to the side,

Blood droplets spattered their faces, like fresh morning dew…
It’s so beautiful here, I have no more cares,

The birds are happily singing,

Chirping welcoming “Howdy-Do’s!”
I have returned to my natural form of a star,

No more cursing, beatings or physical scars.

Gone were the pretend “I love you’s.”
Suddenly, my eyes became wide.

My reality crept inside… And then I knew.

As the wind became my breath, our children viewed my death,

And I stopped feeling that day… Just like you.

 M.A.M. {aka: MAX A POETESS} , All Rights Reserved. 

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“I JUSTIFY ME”

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“I JUSTIFY ME”

My walk, my talk, my laugh my smile,

It’s my way, my own, my style.

You don’t have to like or love it, feelings are free,

Don’t you know?

I JUSTIFY ME.

To love & to have lost, is not the same…lost identity.

The whisper of your voice, the gentle blowing of the wind…such similarities.

I forget your name, your touch, your purpose,

For you see, I found out that,

I JUSTIFY ME.

Experiences, time moves on endlessly.

I recall words, trying to find aim to inflict pain, were told to me.

“It is what it is”, were the words he first spoke, following with “Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke”,

Shhh, come here baby, listen, you don’t have to agree, but

I JUSTIFY ME.

I don’t know if anyone told you, I’m not bitter nor empty,

I love myself and I’m happy being me.

I don’t need anyone to set my heart free, I am a unique soul,

See, I’ve been trying to tell you…

I JUSTIFY ME.

 

*There are moments in life, that we encounter abuse. Some leave, leave and return, die and even remain in the abuse. One of the questions I have heard so often, is “Why do they stay,  why don’t they just leave?” Abuse, especially on a continuum (also the severity), can cause one to forget who they are. Many survivors, lose their sense of self before, during or after the experience. It isn’t an easy situation to deal with. The physical scars are bad enough, but the physcological ramifications can be and often is very detrimental to an individuals overall well being.

It is imperative for those who have gone through and or currently going through Domestic Violence (DV), to be reminded of SELF and how wonderfully created they are, as well as they really have more power than they could fathom.

“Namastè & One Love”💖💛💚

~M.A.M. {aka: MAX A POETESS}

 

24-HOUR SERVICES

THE NATIONAL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE HOTLINE:

1(800)799-7233 | 1(800)787-3224 (TTY)

http://www.thehotline.org

CHILDHELP NATIONAL CHILD ABUSE HOTLINE:

1(800)4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453)

https://www.childhelp.org/hotline/

RAINN|RAPE, ABUSE & INCEST NATIONAL NETWORK

1(800) 656-4673

https://centers.rainn.org

BLUE KNOT FOUNDATION – Empowering Recovery From Childhood Trauma

Blue Knot Helpline 
Phone: 1300 657 380
Email: helpline@blueknot.org.au  
Hours: Mon-Sun, 9am-5pm AEST

http://www.blueknot.org.au/Survivors-Supporters/For-Survivors/Resources-for-Survivors/How-can-abuse-affect-me

 

*Writing Tip #7: “Proofreading!”…Yes, It Matters.

I don’t know where to begin, but I am sure we can all relate “Proofreading!”…Yes, it matters. As a Poet, what is being said, how it is being said, read and interpreted is imperative to poetic expression. Punctuation and grammar set the tones of the words, as well as stress the intended meanings. 

The worst thing is to read a wonderful poem, novel and or article and it’s laced with grammatical errors. 

For me, it takes away from the piece. It has happened to me on occassion, but I try my best to stay on top of it. Because face it, there are a few things that Spell Check misses, doesn’t recognize or will constantly f$&k-up, lol! So, I take the time to proofread quite often. But at times, an error or typo will make it’s way to public viewing. I have edited and or corrected a few posts at times. But as we know, that option isn’t always available. 

After proofreading, I take a 5 minute break, then look at it again. Because when writing and reading consistently, your vision can play tricks on you. It is best to take a pause then return with fresher eyes. 

Happy Proofreading!!!
“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚