HeArtMosphere Poet

HeArt, dew beat, within thy soul’s clear crystal, pure insight breathe
Spring breeze, fresh air flairs, amidst clear current - calm caresses
Do bear rainbow prisms, amid HeArtMosphere - balm watercolors
Mello meadows, wear ring mellow yellow, red, orange bright pink pastels.

Grasp thy virtual clasp essence of visceral senses astride pivotal time
Primordial Enheduanna rooted her paradigms of Poet Tree atmosphere
Ancient Art of writing poetic HeArts Beats, bears over 4300 years of evolution
Led to development of genres recognized, upon present day HeArtMosphere.

Word Warrior Guardians, have been with us, since Plato and Socrates
Writing throughout the Dark Ages, onto Shakespearean sonnet stages
Despots have long sought, to silence Poetry’s open mind poet processes
From Caesar to Putin Power, they try to trump US, as prissy class autocrats.

What is HeArtMosphere? But the elemental inheritance of Poet Tree genealogy
Where writing is elevated onto Art forms of individual UniQue vivid expressions
UNI Bee inside the individual poet, bearing forth, their rooted existence sense tenses
Expressing their inner UniVerse upon written forms, being shared as universe experiences.

HeArtMosphere feels depth, wears seer length, delivers lucid moving, terse width expressions
Where Poets feel the HeArt, adrift their tactile - tap dancing fingertips, a gist ART fed impressions
They do not follow, as obedient observant servants, being closed mind - cloned set drones
“Au contraire mon ami” - they bee free spirits, writing Eagle talons, buzzing with paper cut s-words.

Poet pauper fledgling Bee anonymous, a gist Poet Tree that founder flounders self-doubts stings
Political Conservatism have long sought, to defrock the Liberal Arts of its UniQue knowledge
They bottle up the Arts, Science, Education, Free Speech, Free Expression, our Free Presses
But pandemics brought us Pasteur, Curie, Sacks, where Science came out of its closed bottle.

Sage, let dye HeArt stain; plow rooted seeds, bear ring tempestuous spouts, upon fallow furrows
Hear Yea shout inside, WHO YOU ARE, upon YOUR birthright HeArtMosphere’s distinctive inheritance
Thy persistence WILL, will take THEE to the fork less traveled, elevating one’s UniQue own-ed Destiny
TOO BEE DYE – reign ring forth Poetry Declaration of HeArtMosphere Independence - aloft Poet Stature.
 


HeArtMosphere Poet

HeArt
dew beat
within thy soul’s
clear crystal
pure insight breathe
Spring breeze
fresh air flairs
amidst clear current -
calm caresses
Do bear
rainbow prisms
amid HeArtMosphere -
balm watercolors
Mello meadows
wear ring mellow
yellows, reds, orange
bright pink pastels.

Grasp thy virtual clasp
essence of visceral senses
astride pivotal time
Primordial Enheduanna
rooted her paradigms of
Poet Tree atmosphere
Ancient Art of writing
poetic HeArts Beats
bears over 4300 years of evolution
Led to development of genres
recognized upon present day
HeArtMosphere.

Word Warrior Guardians
have been with us
since Plato and Socrates
Writing throughout the Dark Ages
onto Shakespearean sonnet stages
Despots have long sought
to silence Poetry’s open mind
poet processes
From Caesar to Putin Power
they try to trump US
as prissy class autocrats.

What is HeArtMosphere?
But the elemental inheritance of
Poet Tree genealogy
Where writing is elevated onto
Art forms of individual
UniQue vivid expressions
UNI Bee inside
the individual poet
bearing forth
their rooted existence
sense tenses
Expressing their inner UniVerse
upon written forms
being shared as
universe experiences.

HeArtMosphere
feels depth
wears seer length
delivers lucid moving
terse width expressions
Where Poets
feel the HeArt
adrift their tactile -
tap dancing fingertips
a gist ART fed impressions
They do not follow
as obedient observant servants
being closed mind -
cloned set drones
“Au contraire mon ami” -
they bee free spirits
writing Eagle talons
buzzing with paper cut s-words.

Poet pauper fledgling
Bee anonymous
a gist Poet Tree
that founder flounders
self-doubts stings
Political Conservatism
have long sought to defrock
 the Liberal Arts
of its UniQue knowledge
They bottle up the Arts
Science, Education
Free Speech, Free Expression,
our Free Presses
But pandemics brought us
Pasteur, Curie, Sacks
where Science came out
of its closed bottle.

Sage
let dye HeArt stain;
plow rooted seeds
bear ring tempestuous spouts
upon fallow furrows
Hear Yea shout inside
WHO YOU ARE
upon YOUR birthright
HeArtMosphere’s distinctive inheritance
Thy persistence WILL
will take THEE
to the fork less traveled
elevating one’s
UniQue own-ed Destiny
TOO BEE DYE –
reign ring forth Poetry
Declaration of HeArtMosphere Independence -
aloft Poet Stature.

HeArtMosphere Poet

 Below is a Preview of what I am working on.:

America’s HeArtMosphere That Bears United States Pure Pride

Work in Progress:
1) Rough draft in prose that will be expanded over a period on insanity called self-doubts..
2) Plan to use this and write a HeArtMosphere Poem for ALL of America.
3) To have a piece of this, one day be repeated on Inauguration Day where Love has again flourished over political Hate.
4) Last of all, I would love for individual Americans to write their poem, about what is the ART, in the HeART of American ArtMoSphere; where together We The People together can share America’s HeArtMosphere Creativity, across this land amid Tranquility.
5) Will this silly ole man succeed, within a World of Words, using eagle talon claws with paper cut cutting precision edges, bearing S-Word’s Power edges that in ART opens - closed minds.

(Rough Prose)

In 1776, our Founding Fathers, took the road less traveled, baring forth this nation’s birth destiny, and thus for US today that has made all the difference. For the morrow, Bee for ever and even more than that; We the People having been given this prophesy that must radiate, alight Eternal Hope’s Flame.

Amidst times of strife, We The People, have this Iron Will - Fisted Fortitude, to fight on and on. By using razor eagle talons that do paper cut deep swaths, expend expressing our Words Power as surgical S-words. That Resilient Power that enshrines Our Country’s Independent Patriotic Creed.

That We The People have inherited this birthright right, “in-deed” of self-determination, this Endurance that determines each individual, UniQue Freedom trails, sailing adrift distinctive UniVerse - Liberty’s flight paths. We the People, were not cloned, to be followers, but to take charge, and Lead this nation forward amid times of dire hardship.

We are this proud nation that is built-up, from Our Fundamental Tangible Constitutional Foundation that bears proud, this Nation’s Divine Truth - Crystal Clarity. Our strength is to see through the Lies and rampant deceit; to get at those pivotal facts that binds this Nation’s Social Integrity, elevating Civic Stature – Star Spangled.

To explain what, America is, what America entails, what values We The People, share together in our diverse diversity, it would BEE, an implausible - impossible BUZZING task. Just imagine, Our Novel Americans, upon Constitutional book shelves. While some Novels, may bear similarities, not even one Novel, will ever be duplicated. That is one of our greatest strengths in U.S. - that WE ALL have inherited a Deed with Civilian Creed Rights.

Whom am I, to set two eyes in motion, who knows the nose will follow, rotating two hear rings, whom will hear one’s Poet mouth follow suit, amid professing that it is impossible, for any one human being, to stand up today, without being destroyed, by those who in secret, run “Our Country Tis of Thee,” as “Their” owned country. That by any means, True Illicit Power Will silence, Historical Guardian Word Warriors. Who have since Plato and Socrates, been the voice of Democracy, and the Phoenix Ethereal Flame of Lady Liberty.

These Time Bards, who know that anyone around them, will be used to silence Civilian Free Speech and OUR proud Free Presses, into subject submission, using Hate and Lies to destroy the Love and Truth in what America has been built upon, within a blossoming 1776 miracle. Whom am I, but the silent winds of time that echoes, “Set US Free as Free Spirits.” That in destroying the ART in America’s HeART, they are destroying almost 250 years of Constitutional “I’s”, whom have shared the “We The People” American Dream, seeded  from Our Founding Fathers, succeeding within this nation, where the I’s matter.

The smatter of BrutUS Brute Power has since Caesar ruled subject nations, amidst the labyrinth of secret societal orders, and since the beginning of time, conspired to keep Civilian, We The People bower - under tow. Confronted with a Hard Right Iron Fist of True Grit De-Termination, they retreat again into the shadows, rather than show their hands and their Secret Order of Their - for ever and then even more manipulation.

As long at the ART in the HeART of America “Never Under Tyranny Surrenders (N.U.T.S.)” and keeps fighting in the Civic trenches that this country is worth protecting, amid its Constitutional Legacy, We The People shall prevail, for from this fertile ground sprouting upward, We The People keep adding the fruition of years to that American UniQue - We The People Dream

Too Bee Buzzing Continued