Jewell McChesney

Jewell McChesney: Challenge me!
Give me three words to use in a poem or a title.
I'll take you up on it.

Jewell McChesney: I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.
~Kahlil Gibran

Jewell McChesney: Sometimes I say to a poem,
"I don't have the strength
To wring out another drop
Of the sun."

And the poem will often
Respond
By climbing onto a barroom table:
Then lifts its skirt, winks,
Causing the whole sky to
Fall. ~Haziz

Jewell McChesney: You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
Anna Akhmatova

Jewell McChesney: Hi it's me, VisionaryPoet777 with a new name.
Not a huge change but thought I'd change it up as to not be confused with Sharon any more.

Jewell McChesney: Poetry comes from the heart. I do not care for the academic assessment of poetry. Academics can put forth their hypothesis but poetry is like dancing. It springs from deep in the soul. It is an uncontrolled energy which needs to be expressed. The explosion of the inner feeling of the writer's emotions. The lava of the soul.

© Alison Stormwolf

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Jewell McChesney: I want to see the thirst inside syllables
I want to touch the fire in the sound.
I want to feel the darkness in the cry
I want words as rough as virgin rocks.
Pablo Neruda

Jewell McChesney: I enjoy it when others have a gift of gab and can put it poetically.
It's like being invited to a waltz for the eyes or fine wine tasting for the soul.

Jewell McChesney: "Next time I'm starved
feed me an epiphany, instead of
20 boxes of cereal and an entire
loaf of bread." ©2012 Susan Mrosek

Jewell McChesney: Rules of grammar in case you've let it slip your mind.

I before E
Except when you run a feisty heist
on a weird, beige, foreign neighbor.

Receive that. :)

Jewell McChesney: Happy Autumn!!

TREES
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer

Jewell McChesney: Keep silence
don't rush to finish your poem
the finisher of the poem
the creator of the word
will begin to arrive..!
~Rumi