Nascent Poetry

Ruelha 
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 
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  2. 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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        1. 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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            1. 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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              1. 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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                    2. 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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                    4. 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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