The Spoken Word Consider the power of the spoken word The overwhelming potential of each Those that inspire and bring hopefulness Others that demean and defeat Some inform and raise consciousness Some a greeting...brief Others express our sorrow or pain An outlet for our grief There are nationalistic calls to arms Words that inflame and incite And over imaginary boundaries Urge global brothers to fight There are erotic, passionate utterances Whispered quietly in the night And the often neglected encouragement Perhaps just an oversight There are countless double entendres The paradox.....the simile Words that enable us to see the unseen Through vivid imagery There are love words so freely spoken They're meaningless from over use Much better expressed through actions And subject to far less abuse There are words spoken with hatred And those that bring us shame And perhaps the most cruel of all The ones that bitterly blame But of all the words I hear spoken I hold these higher than the rest When sincerely and simply offered Tis the kind word I truly love best Copyright © 1998 By Brianna Acceptance "Tis not my part to wonder why The ocean's deep....the mountain high The valley narrow.....river wide Nay, merely to accept it "Tis not my part to bargain with The fates denying kinder kiss Or simple pleasures, treasures missed Nay, merely to accept it "Tis not my part to question if I'll be granted earthbound breathing gift Or given o'er to silent drift Nay, merely to accept it "Tis not my part to tempt the fates Who giveth much, but also take "Tis part of plan and not mistake Yea, thus I must accept it Copyright © 1998 By Brianna Seduction Down at marsh's edges teeming Winged and webbed foot tenants preening Sun o'er water timid gleaming Casting light to Earth once more Nature sighs with no agenda Save but impart boundless splendor Luring me to sweet surrender Beckoning through open door Drinking of her vision deeply Savouring her nectar sweetly Merging with her o completely Faith and hope once more restore Speaking now this 'lusive gypsy Come to me and gently kiss me When I'm gone o won't you miss me? Leave me as you found before Adieu! Farewell o fairest maiden Twighlight comes the day is fading Ankle deep in water wading Trav'ling home along your shore Copyright © 1998 By Brianna Return To Friends Poems
The Spoken Word
Consider the power of the spoken word
Some inform and raise consciousness
There are nationalistic calls to arms
There are erotic, passionate utterances
There are countless double entendres
There are love words so freely spoken
There are words spoken with hatred
But of all the words I hear spoken
Copyright © 1998 By Brianna
Acceptance
"Tis not my part to wonder why
"Tis not my part to bargain with
"Tis not my part to question if
"Tis not my part to tempt the fates
Seduction
Down at marsh's edges teeming
Nature sighs with no agenda
Drinking of her vision deeply
Speaking now this 'lusive gypsy
Adieu! Farewell o fairest maiden
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