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Sculpting The Poetic

Sculpting The Poetic

Man is constantly building upon
His Love of truth
And his desire
To communicate
That truth
Without diluting it
During
The act of self expression
Somehow,
The poetic
Springs from that desire
To paint its essence
Much
As the eyes do
For beauty
And the mind does
In memories recalled,
The power
In making sense of it all
Lies
In the gifted individual's
Ability to convey
With eager honesty
And dedication
To the recognition
Of the truth
In beauty
And
The willingness
To alter
One's state of consciousness
While
In the act
Of creation
Itself...

Tony Taylor

 

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Denise

Love this... Beautiful pen ❤

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Tony Taylor

Thanx DENISE!!...... appreciate it girlfriend!!...... smiles......T xo ?☀✴✳

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Lost

"Poets; we write by the light of fireflies. Our creations dwindling with the rising sun. That we are relevant is hubris. But every once in a while we bleed a kaleidoscope of dreams on paper. Love and hate. Light and dark. Happiness and sadness. Rebellion and freedom. Our words flowing through the readers' veins. Their lifeline. We give voice to the soul. It is rare; but then is a poet born."

Keep writing and giving birth to creation Tony. Brilliant ink

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Tony Taylor

I Love you bro!!....thanx for this!!...... huge friggin' smiles!!.......T xo ?☀✴✳

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Larry Ran

My Dear Brother Poet Tony,

Unlike the sculptors most familiar
Michelangelo and Rodin to name a few
We carve the words of all eternity
Which we display to all of you

We will never be as famous
As those artists so revered
But we leave for you our purest love
From our hearts so true endeared

So when you read these odes we've written
Know they were chiseled from our souls
And we've used the purest marble
For Humanity to extol

Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx
 

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Tony Taylor

Dear Brother Poet LARRY!!....while I like to think of myself as striving to remain somewhat humble in this area, I must disagree with lines 5&6 of your 2nd stanza.....for, it is written that the Star of Sir Larry Ran shall shine brighter than the sonnets of Shakespeare and the humor of Mark Twain for all of time!!......thanx so much for this my friend!!......stay groovy.....T xo ?✳✴☀

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Larry Ran

My Dear Brother Tony,

The only Knighting I'll ever see is on "Game of Thrones".  As for "shining brighter than Shakespeare", I'm just happy that I've lived longer.  And as for Clemensy, Linda grants me that every day.  I hope I've tickled your funny bone.

Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx 

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prowess Ink

Inspiring.....! This guy is a poet God! Got to say man... your pen made the paper it's bitch! Sorry to be vulgar, but sometimes that's just how it is.

 

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Tony Taylor

Vulgarity does have its place my friend....,and here.....is just fine!! ?...thanx for this man....apologies for the late reply!!.....ttyl......T ?✴☀✳

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Leah Yodico

Hi Tony, 

a poet mind is always alive in motion## his ink aligns with his emotions ## his thoughts consume us into the vortex of pleasure ##
you are a brilliant one,  my friend ## 

hugs peace and love 
leah 

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Tony Taylor

So are you sister girl!!....smiles......Thanx so much for the lovely comment....,,my apologies for the lateness of my reply.....Busy days!! ?♥......stay groovy girlfriend!!.....hugs-n-smiles..:.T xo ?☀✴✳♥

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Lorna

I really love this Tony!!...Beautifully written, you have captured the essence of poetry in its art form. words can sometimes paint so clearly that you can capture the image of the artists/writers soul, just as a painter or sculptor captures themselves through their work.
Brilliant
Lorna
xx

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Tony Taylor

YES!!...you're so true.....thanx for getting to the heart of it sweet poetess!!.....my apologies in the lateness of my reply.....and I do believe I owe you a private message as well.....haven't forgotten just crazy busy lately!!.....Thanx again LORNA!!....,ttyl.....T xo ?☀✴✳♥

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lodigiana

My dear friend!... this is RIGHT up my street so to speak! loved it and thank you for penning such a delight!!

Lodigiana xx

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Tony Taylor

I'm so glad this was right up your street Lodigiana!!!.....and thank you for the lovely comment girlfriend!!.....stay groovy!!.......T xo ?☀✴✳♥
ps. so sorry for the late reply ☀

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Rose Sho

This is SMOKY HOT!..I love this Tony.....You just captured a true poet in this piece...Well done...LOVE and ROCKETS!!?

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Tony Taylor

Your ROSE-NESS!!...,you ALWAYS find a way to make me smile!!.....thanx for that....and for reading and reminding me that you are Smoky Hot too!! ?......stay groovy girlfriend......smiles.,.,T xo ?✳✴☀♥

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Tony Taylor

Thanx SHIRLEY!!...,it's always a pleasure to hear from you my friend......I hope all is well with you and yours!!.....hugs-n-smiles!!.....T xo ?✳✴☀

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Tony Taylor

Hey LINDA!!.....so glad to hear that you're back on the pages!!.....I have been gone for a week or so myself....I got your message.....I have a lot of catching up to do...,but I'll definitely check out some of your new stuff!!...,,.talk soon......T xo ?✳✴☀♥

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Moon Knight

This flows really well. Effortless. Great poem, T!
-MK

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