poetry session

When He Speaks

I.

Am.

Humbled.

When he speaks

I am moved

When he seeks the appropriate speech

To bequeath his vocabulary

Onto my soul

And spiritual physique

He…

Does.

Not.

Mumble.

Every word

Every syllable

Every verb

Every soliloqual

Lingual adjective

Native tongue

Melliloquent

And

Superlative rhetoric

He

Is the sum

Of all my poetics

It’s almost as if

He

Spoke

In

Tongues

And I am there to receive

The Holy Spirit

When

He

Speaks

I am forced

To challenge

All my beliefs

I no longer

Beseech

The need

For clarity

He excretes

Lyrical techniques

To the degree

That I am

Brought to

My knees

Begging

For this conversational piece

To never cease

He…

Articulates peace

More like truth

A decree of his existence

The triumph of his being

The struggle in his youth

He

Speaks…

To represent…

Not

To reprove

He

Speaks

Profusely

Never uncouth

Or Abstrusely

And I

Welcome it conducely

He…

Infuses and introduces

Altruism while loosely

Seducing my mind

He

Is

Proof

That chivalry is adduce

And elocution is alive

Revolution is certain

And that momentarily

He was mine

And

I only

Strive

To be as fervent and refined

I requisition

To be immersed and baptized

In his energy

And hindsight

When

He

Speaks…

I

Realize

That something in me

Has changed

And I will never

Be the same

Suffice to say

I

Pray

Next time...

That I

Gather all I am

My air

My breath

The motion of

My diaphragm

The alignment of my spine

Allow my voice

To resonate

Let my aura assimilate

Into his inspirational

State of mind

So that

When

He

Speaks…

I am granted

The courage

Just to say

Hi

-j.sanjuan

micropoetry - sixwords

Breathless. Ceaseless. Sleepless. Restless. Speechless. Weakness.

micropoetry session

Extinguish the undistinguished
Parts of your mind
Be inclined
To this linguist
Relinquish the refined
To coincide with mine.

micropoetry - ninewords

Fingers caress crevices in hopes for undressed coalesced cognizance.

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He strums my pages as if they were shards
From a broken heart.

micropoetry - sixwordsplusone

Create conversations to instigate unforgettable touch sensations.

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Euphoric mornings derived from late longful moanings. 

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Reflect and take necessary steps back
To move towards my advancement.

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Translate the language of my touch.

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Love remains steady and unbroken - Focus.

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Compelled to circumvent vexing complexity.

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Your vision appears inside heavy lids. 

By Invitation Only

When you get caught up in one thing, other things seem to get left by the wayside.
AND, it's been brought to my attention, (not once, but many times), that I completely forgot to post my final product for my best friend's wedding invites!  
For those who are new or weren't even aware - yes, I am a card crafter, as well as a poet. :)
Two of my most beloved creative outlets.
Last year, my best friend asked me if I could hand make all her wedding invites. You can read more of that here. After graciously accepting the offer, AND much revisions (four to be exact), I present to you some snapshots of this challenging yet, most gratifying, labor of love I've ever done. All 150 of them... :)

I have to admit, I didn't want to let these invites go after all the hard work and care I put into making them. Afterall, they were like my babies! LOL

But as much as I'd like to take credit, I actually need to thank the 'sweat shop' for helping me assemble these.  Thank you for not driving me into insanity. Also, thank you for presenting me with new headaches along the way...(too much glue!!!!) LOL...

So with that said, conjuring up those laborious memories made me want to post this last card I made.  This was for a my son's best friend's birthday not too long ago.

This is just for fun, plus it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. :)

Until next occasion..... :)


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