And so like David Copperfield
I disappear through words
So you can heal
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Foundation of the piece
A study found composing poetry created a meaningful way to process complex emotions
And attempting to find certain words to represent feelings
Can help to reduce the emotional mind enduring stress
And so for so
Poetic Therapy
Is such magical fun
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(A soft soothing voice whispers)
Hey,
I'm talking to the inner you
That curious child who never died as you grew
What do you sense or see
When you hear my voice
Within your head
Above the tranquility or violence of modern living
Do you unconsciously instinctively get me
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Foundation of the piece.
Do we instinctively get drawn to certain works by chance, or by our inner child's, curious eyes?
(A lone happy voice whispers)
I went to the doctor's today
At 9 am for my results appointment
Like one of those disciples at the last supper
Scared beyond belief
I walked in smiling the widest smile I could conceive
But when she told me
Relax
It's all gone
And you're all clear
I then smiled
With utter relief
(C)
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Foundation of the piece.
Visiting the doctors or hospital can be such a traumatic time, and one can sometimes put on a brave front.
But when all ends well, have you felt that thrilling pure, unadulterated adrenaline, accelerate through your veins?
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The Appalachian
(A lone voice whispers)
I was born at midnight when the stars shone
When Papa looked me over and said
Ma
That boys wrong
But Ma said
Pa
That boy will grow up
And he'll need support
For just know
He's a voice and a great song
And so my friend
That's how my life begun
In a caravan
On the trail
Following the rising sun
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Foundation of the piece.
Are country folk the best folk untainted by society?
The Process
To some,
Poetry is a sophisticated form of release
To others
A form of exquisite escapism from maybe escalating tensions
Around the world
But a silent question
A low whisper carried on the hungry lips of all those
Singing silent stories of love and pain
Lost in thoughts
In its delicious rain
Did that rhyme or do I have to rewrite it again
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And so another year begins
A year, hopefully filled with happiness and hallelujahs
Built up to stand resolutely on a foundation of inspired resolutions
As old and new dreams are kept alive or revived
(C)
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Did love, when tasted like a fine red or white wine, change you forever?
Title:
If Love could speak
(A lone voice whispers)
Yes, I
From whence all gloriously driven emotionally
Notorious or mysterious sensuous pain or enjoyment
Stems from
Heartbreaking strenuous anxiety but also soul rousing feelings
Which beats loudly your life's drums like a reborn John Bonham
On a rare mid-summer night
Filled with wild rain or sun
Soaking all gathered with the precious aroma of an exquisite, expensive perfume
Which invades all minute spaces like an insidious thief
In any particular room
When l invite you
If you dare
To welcome me in
To then see the world through new crystalline lens
As your soul finally matures and burns
As it's put through my exceptionally complicated
But sophisticated extraordinary fires
To be eventually
Willingly or unwillingly cleansed
By having an affair with me as I answer all of your hearts prayers
By leading you to my lair
Upstairs
By the hand
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Stripped bare
I stood before her
2025
In all her glory
What will this year bring
More of the same
Or will happiness reign
So as I stand
Stripped bare
Before her
In all her glory
I can only pray
This year
Is going to be filled
With better stories
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Do you too like reading to escape for a few minutes or for the true diehards
Free from the modern curse of Hypoprosexia
A few hours
Through poetry's heavily laden chest of mysterious things
Containing shiny jewels of such priceless wonders and visual experiences
Waiting for eager minds to race through like the Greek goddess of running
Atalanta
With such raw heavenly power
Tempting inquisitive eyes to wait in line with a great thirst like polydipsia
For seconds
Minutes or even hours
To be maybe hypnotised forever by enchanted words
As they appear
Cast like fishing lines with bolts of Zeus thunder
To then hold minds
Caught and captured in gilded written cages in pages
Captivated for a few seconds
Minutes or hours
By written spells to beguile
Through ethereal carefully crafted and erected citadels
Surrounded with such hypnotic wonders and smiles
From the hostile
Versatile and others flickering with such style
Is that why some still love poetry
And books like heavily laden chests
Filled with mesmerising dreamscapes to within wonder
For readers of old and readers of new
There will always be one favourite author
To take you under
Who's yours?
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Hypoprosexia: A decrease in attention ability
Polydipsia is the medical definition of excessive thirst
