I Am

Scientifically manifested,
In mind
Spirituality has left me far behind
And
Once in an unknown heaven
I shall be the soul you all now think of.
That I once was...
Who walked the sojourn?
Of an isolated life alone
But without a moan,

Life is made to ones asking,
Controlled by:
ENVIRONMENT,
CIRCUMSTANCES
And
HEREDITY
Believe me or not
I have the least inclination
To prevail upon individual entities
God and my Time
Bless living humanity

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ROU

Comments

Dear Loved,

My favorite lines:

That I once was...
Who walked the sojourn?
Of an isolated life alone
But without a moan,

always, Cat

So immensely

.''That I once was...
Who walked the sojourn
Of an isolated life alone
But without a moan,'''

So immensely
kind ,
you are an embodiment of encouragement,
that is needed by creative persons ,
of which you yourself are one...

This is poetry, my friend !

This is poetry, my friend ! Bravo. Cat has also quoted the lines that had the greatest impact.

Joe

You all have transformed a non poet to one and now you quote..

You all have transformed,
A non poet to one
And
Now you
Quote

Out of over 7600poems,
That I have composed,
I can't yet find fifty-one
To in a book form enclose.

Can someone help me?
Identify the ones
Which across the Internet shall fly
As all my earnings,
Less the costs will go,
To the Cancer Society

Have no pity,
Read upon my souls transmission,
Heaven has sent me on this mission

For man is born to die some way,
Some more unfortunate ones
Go the Cancer way.

This flowed naturally from

This flowed naturally from the heart-content dictated a siimple and art filled form. Don't look for the rhyrme or the metaphor; let it come as you write.

Joe

I know nothing, what so ever....

I know nothing,
what so ever,
Of rhyme,meter or centimeter

Throughout life my heart has been beating,
My mind dictates,
My fingers print
I know nothing about rhyme or metre
In my time twas only yards and feet
Today we have to fall at someone’s feet
For recognition!

You roll tears down my dry eyes,
I do hope none shall now call me
More stupid, than wise

Thanks to you my golden friend,
I shall always remember you,
Ere life does end