At first, poetry was the outcome of a story. It couldn't be told. Couldn't be that bold. It couldn't be written. Somewhat forbidden. It needed to be spoken, without giving out valid tokens. Just like 'the heart of the ocean', some things are better left unspoken. Some secrets cannot be revealed. From the lips, nobody can steal. So it gushed forth. Not from tongue and throat. But as ink from fingertips. Of free speech, an eclipse. But when it was done, it became an outlet for fun. Sometimes beautiful things, come by on broken wings. Good, bad? Who knows! But like blood it flows. Access to heart, mind, and soul, these unstoppable corpuscles, blended with paralyzed jaw muscles. The first one shocked. Incapable of this concoct. Several times, read and edited. Confused, to whom could this be credited? Uncomfortable with the compliments. Too awesome to bag the accomplishment. Was it some split personality? Came out one evening to be free. Then a good four months, until the second one. And another two, until the third was born too. Slowly, this unfamiliar territory, became more than just a hobby. An extension of personality, more important than reality. Virtual bliss, sealed with a kiss. Everybody is allowed a hobby, without the condescension lobby. Even if it's in isolation, near a wash basin. The words just flow, and come out some more. A mental levitation, sans self-desecration. Like the formation, of a new constitution. The letters transcend. They even defend. And then during the exile, Developed character and style. With more available time, even thinking in rhyme. It attached itself. Now in poetry, forever dwell. What felt like an impossible feat, became a daily treat. Exile not in vain, because through all the pain, it became automatically. flowing unaware, erratically. Poetry is quick; poetry is easy. Suddenly became, all so breezy. Still don't know, if a silent mental undertow, or some divine intervention. It certainly didn't emerge by intention. Above the writer's grade of comprehension. How could this be? Is there another dimension? Way above the grade. Doesn't feel intentional. Baffled the writer, these unusual credentials. Like most others, never read poetry. Except when forced in class, like history. Absolutely no interest. Couldn't care less. Even still, the silent lyrics, almost everything they mimic. One ancient day, found a sibling's love note, a poem to a girl he wrote. Just five lines in school maybe. In those cheesy lines, fascinated greatly. Surely nobody could ever do, rhyming lines like that in overview. Out of this world, those five lines, wow. Didn't ever dream, someday/somehow. No interest, no intention and incapable. No knowledge or talent, but now irreversible. Once mankind got a taste of poetry, noting else satiates better than verbal ambiguity. Even still, lies a need to feel. There must be some relatable appeal. To what is being written, must have been smitten. Since the dawn of poetry, mankind has never been lonely. All praises to this form of art, from the soul, spirit, and heart. -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved.
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Great poem! Loved it!😃
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Thank you Chicky1968🤗🌸🎀
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Smiles There is never any too Short or Long Lines
For me When Soul Becomes Breath And Free Verse
Poetry Springs Breath Dancing Singing On Waves of Spirit Wind Free
Loved How You Provided Words to Describe What May Be So Hard to Relate
An Inner Voice
of Creative
Spirit Birthed
From Within
Unexplored
Garden of
Soul
Flowers
Coming to
A Limitless Table Colors
Now Plenty of Soul Manna
In Art to Give And Share Free
Smiles Poetry of God Within Souls
Breathing Dance And Song Arts Free Never
Ending as Long as Winds of God Spirit Wing Ring
True Within for All to See and Hear Without Eyes and Ears too…
True i do not own
my Words True
No one
Owns
Free and
No One Will
Ever Be able to
Control God’s Breath in We Free
In Original Art Creativity Never An
Instruction or Lesson to Do From ‘Fore..:)
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Soul becomes breath dancing and singing on waves…..that feels like a breezy light gush of peaceful bliss…..beautiful Fred🎀💐🙏🏼💐
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Thanks
Rue Now
Beautiful
Weekend to
You Dear FRiEnD
With
SMiLes
🤗🙏🙌
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I’m late with my reply Fred….
Monday already
….technically😅😁😅
so have a good week
….an entire weeks wishes
out your way…..
for happiness to stay💐🎀💐🎀💐🎀💐🎀💐
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Very
Kind Of
You Rue
To Wish Me
A Good Week
Hehe Yet i’m
ReTired
In The
State
Of
Never
Ending
Weekend
SMiLes Your Way😁🙌
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Wow….never ending weekend…
Truth be told ….I never knew which day it is supposed to be from the beginning. Right from.childhood….sunday was all that mattered mostly….but that too changed with me always working in places where day/night and weekday/ends never mattered. Everyday was just the same….and now also….nothing matters anymore….they’re all the same….
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Nothing Really
Matters But Love
No Time, Distance,
Space, Or
Even
Matter
As Love Is
Breathing
Real MaGiC
Within But
Only
When
Love
Drives
Kindness
For All With
No Exceptions
For When Any Part
Is Excluded that’s
When
We
Start
A
Greatest
Sin Attempting
To Measure All
Love
As
Less
Than All🙏
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Lovely Fred…..kind love!🤩🙏🏼⭐💐⭐🙏🏼🤩
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SMiLe Rue All
Too Few
i Come
ACross
Candles
With
Wicks
As Long As
Yours Refreshing
A Deepest
Ocean
Breeze Breathing🌊🎶🙏
So Far Beyond Shallows🏝
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Far beyond shallows….cheers Fred 🥂🏝⏳🌪🌊🧩
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SMiLes I’ll Toast to
That in Fact Currently
Snacking on Two
Toasted Ham
And Grilled
Cheese
Sandwiches
Sing Snack Dance
Snack Sing Snack
Snack Again Snooze
Attack Dance
Song
Snacks
Snooze Again
Yaaaawwn WiTH SMiLes
💤 💤 😴 💤💤🦋🦋🦋🙏
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Seems like you had a great time….
Yummy food, dance and music…..and then a nap…
The perfect life 🤩😊🎀
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Yes this Heaven
On Earth
Thingie
Is one of
The Better
Gigs I’ve Done
Indeed
For
‘Damned’
Sure in Regard
Yes.. To The
Other Not
So Joyful Place
With Big
SMiLes
NoW
Of Perspective
Indeed Eat Drink
Plenty of Water
Dance Sing
Play
Naked
Sleep Repeat
This Adam And
Eve in The
Garden
Business
Easy As
Squirrels And
Chipmunks Living
In Abundance
Occasional
‘Scuffles’
But Even
Hanging Upside
Down On Chandeliers
Will Be Loads
Of Fun
Rated
For 247 Pounds
For me at Least
With Heavy
Floating
Amounts
Of Fun
Squirrel
Friends
Tree
Rats
FRiEnDS
With Gravity
ALL Filled Up 🐿🐾🤗
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* Haha Steaks Not Streaks
Really Sleepy With that Word😴
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Oh I didn’t even realize that!
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Yes in someways
i ‘Streak’ too 😜 Hehe..
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😄😁😄
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😊😁
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Awwww… Breath taking! I am amazed of how you write so deep and rhyme always? ❤️💕 Beautiful Ruel. 🤗😍
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Thank you so much Preeths….you always say such lovely things. 🎀🥰😍🎀🥰😍🎀🥰🎀
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💕🤗❤️
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I love your poetry little sister 🙂
Jesus loves you 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Thank you so much brother Matt….means a lot coming from you….And Jesus loves you tooooooo🥰😍🌸🎀🥰😍🌸🤗🎀🥰😍🌸🤗
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😍🤗😇🐼😍🤗😇🐼😍🤗😇🐼
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As always, AWESOME word choice and imagery, Ruelha. Again, thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much for reading Schingle😃🎀🌸…I’m so glad you liked this bit….😃😃😃
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love your ode to poetry. Does it describe your own journey? x
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Thank you Dawn 🤩🎀🌸😍🥰🤩🌸🎀🥰
Hope you’re having a magnificent Sunday….
Love and hugs😍🧸🤗🤗🧸🤗🧸🤗🧸😍
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☺️☺️
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I absolutely love this. I feel every word.
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Thank you so much Nyx….🎀😍😘😍🎀
You being a poet yourself…..you probably get the real essence and meaning 😉😍🎀
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER and commented:
MAKING POETRY UNDERSTANDABLE===RUELHADOES THIS VERYWELL<3 ❤ ❤
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Thank you so much for sharing my poem JD. 🙂
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YOU ROCK, HUE, WOOHOO=!
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ARE YOU COMING…PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE-?????????? 😀
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