“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

“We Are 1”


(Picture derived from Google)

We Are 1

You think I don’t love you,

For all that you’ve done,

I’ve done…What we’ve done to one another,

And all that we’ve been through.


We’ve been right, we’ve been wrong,

Yet we are bonded by our existence.

Forgiveness, over-standing & compassion are the keys,

To the doors that are locked.


The distanced silence brings no pause,

To the unconditional love, sealed to your creation.

I love you…


We Are 1.

By~ Maxwanette A Poetess


*Writing Tip #10

“How imprtent is gramer & spellin when writing.”

Well unless you want to appear to be illiterate, it’s a big deal. Sure, you understood it, but it’s time consuming and it takes away from the message being relayed. It simply isn’t a good look.


Proper writing, grammar and spelling is important in everyday use. When I was a supervisor, I cannot tell you how many grammar mistakes I would come across in cover letters and resumes. Resumes such as these were not considered, as it is a representation of the individual. It matters

Okay, everyone isn’t great with their grammar, understandable. Who doesn’t make the occasional typo, or simply forgot how to spell a word? We all have. But in today’s age of modern technology, mistakes such as these are avoidable and especially so when what you’re sharing is with the public.


I’m a decent speller & my grammar isn’t too bad either. However, I am about being correct and presentation especially when it comes to my poetry. I use Grammarly, because it works well in assisting me in correcting such errors and it’s FREE, lol! Sure, you can pay for the upgraded version, but the free one does the job for me.



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*American Book Fest


The 2018 American Fiction Awards sponsored by American Book Fest

The American Fiction Awards (AFA) are a specialty book awards focused on honoring excellence in fiction and are specifically designed to not only garner media coverage & book sales for the winners & finalists but to promote awarded books to the publishing and entertainment industries!

-Final Entry Deadline: May 31, 2018. Postmark your entry on or before 5-31-2018.

-Enter Your 2016-2018 Titles! Open to all books with an ISBN and published in 2018 (galley copies welcome). 2017 and 2016 titles are also eligible.

-Extensive Media & Social Media Coverage throughout the busy holiday retail season!

-$69.00 per title/per category.

-Winners and finalists will be announced August 2018.

Complete 2018 Entry Information:


“Independent, Digital & Self-Published Books are redefining the Publishing Industry. Now more than ever; readers, media, and the industry at large need quality reviews and book awards to let them know what to focus on. The 2018 American Fiction Awards are a virtual book festival that will award quality fiction published in the United States.” 
–Jeffrey Keen, President & CEO, American Book Fest

Enter the 2018 American Fiction Awards:


NOTE: Please pay attention to all rules and requests, before entering contests. This contest also has no affiliation with the author of this page. 



“Riding High”


(Picture derived from Bing)

Riding High

I stood,

on the hood,

Of the car, as it drove through hell.


Viewing the snapshots,

Of existence.

I blazed on.


Forgiving others & self,

For the glitches,

That short-circuited our actions.


Flowing to the humming,

That’s in sync, with the binaural rhythm,

Of my heartbeat…”I LIVE.”

By~Maxwanette A Poetess



(Picture derived from Bing)


How did you become this beast?

So unrecognizable, that the sight of you makes one wonder.

When did you lose, trade, sell or give away,

The essence of yourself?


Ravages & damaged seedlings,

Cling to the reality of your brutality.

Who are you? Are you even human… Anymore? What have you become?

Caught within the special hell, that you are now sweating in.


Oh, I knew you once…Remember?

When your skin was so smooth, eyes shined bright.

Your dimpled smile made the stars ever so envious.

I knew you before your heart died and your Soul seeped out.


You are still loved, yet you reject it,

As it falls to the floor, as you hate yourself for the actions you committed.

Paling in comparison to the chaotic corruption that you’ve become.

Lack of compassion now mirrored in the pool of false tears.


I remember when you were eager to live,

Now, how you wish you could die…

How does one become so undone?

I miss you.

*Inspired by the damages done to people going through substance abuse, as it affects their loved ones and friends as well.

By~Maxwanette A Poetess




The National Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse

Address: 633 3rd Ave, New York, NY 10017

Phone: (212) 841-5200




Many people seek the answers and resolutions to life from others. The true Healer, directs them back to self. If we are being honest and true, we will see that we all have the answers within. A Healer guides you back to your Soul & illuminates what it is telling you, by encouraging you to listen to it, that inner voice. Doing this will also activate the mind to fall inline. This will allow for truth, solutions & resources to spring forth.

“Namaste & One Love”



“No One Knew”


(Picture derived from Google)

No One Knew

No one knew the pain,

She was taught not to cry.

Reared to keep moving as time went by.

Forced~Riped & no longer an innocent child.


Molded into chaos and angry at the world,

No one knew the pain, of the baby inside the girl.

Forced to be a mother before ever growing & knowing of self.

No surprise when she cracked…But no one knew the pain she felt.


Putting on the mask,

Moving throughout the Universe.

She did what she had to do,

Her children came first.


Touched by others, who felt the power that she held,

But so many hungry & lost Souls,

Damaging her for themselves.


Ripping at her Soul & tearing at her flesh,

Devouring what they could, while hoping for her death.

No one knew her pain as she fought for each breath.

As her Soul now soars, no more pain to be dispensed.


Light & electrifying, she floats through the parallels,

Touching mankind, to remind them, where love dwells.

And no one knew the pain.

By~Maxwanette A Poetess