SILENCE BEFORE THE OUTBURST.

SILENCE BEFORE THE OUTBURST

The white desks sitting silent knowingly awaiting the agitated arrival.

By Sam written on Mar 31, 2016 12:00pm.

MY MR. BERT.

MY MR. BERT.

     Senseless glasses sit

Fridges light too weak to reach.

By Sam written February or March, 2016 time stamp 7:46pm March 30, 2016.

THIS IS NOT TITLED BUT WORDS EVOKE IMAGERY, DO THEY NOT? TIME, MOMENTS, INTERACTIONS, AND GOING ONS. FLICKERING TO FLOW IT IS THERE OR IS IT GONE? THE AIR? NO, FLAME.

THIS IS NOT TITLED BUT WORDS EVOKE IMAGERY, DO THEY NOT? 

TIME, MOMENTS, INTERACTIONS, AND GOING ONS. FLICKERING TO FLOW IT IS THERE OR IS IT GONE? THE AIR?  NO, FLAME.

Grey Fences make Sharp Shadows

Sun setting

Fire Raging.

We are Divided

Best Of Friends

Discussed in Dusk

Looking at its edge, or in its flames

WE Choose What WE SEE.

By Sam written on March 30, 2016 at 10:04am rewritten 3:20pm time stamp 7:37pm January 30, 2016.

HISTORY OF TIME

HISTORY OF TIME

Cobblestones

scratched and worn

generations stepping,

not seeing,

our history

pass by.

You watched the sky

the clouds passed by 

We are here.

By Sam written on March 27, 2016 at 3pm for an early April's Poem A Day Activity posted and  rerwritten 12:00pm January 29, 2016.   

NUMBERS DATES YELLOW BUTTERFLY GLOWS.

Numbers Dates Yellow Butterfly Glows.

Calendars and budgets

TurboTax files

Looking up to a crow call

Treetops shine with the Butterfly, Yellow, hovering, through branches.

A pause

It goes on its way

I go back to numbers and dates

Files to be finished

Happier after seeing the Yellow Butterfly glow with its Presence upon our daily lives.   

By Sam written between 8:10am and 9:17am on March 29, 2016 posted 9:30am on March 29, 2016.

Rough version written 11:30pm on March 28, 2016.

Original seed of idea (completely different poem, very rough version) written sometime within the past two weeks. 

LIGHT AND DARK.

Light and Dark.

My brain as a forest

Wide array of trees

Thoughts zigzagging at will

Among the darkest parts

Lighter in the front.

By Sam written March 29, 2016 between 8:30am and 9:10am posted 9:24am on March 29, 2016.

HUMBLE MYSELF TO BE ONE WITH THE SOULS.

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HUMBLE MYSELF TO BE ONE WITH THE SOULS

Bow down before me
I will become one with your soul
One with the people

I will humble myself
Live off the Earth
Dance in the moon light
and feed the children.

I will humble myself to become one with you
To be loud and unique amongst my fellow humans
To be one with one and
everyone around me till I disappear into sameness into every other fellow citizen.

I will humble MYSELF
Bowing down to MY people
Becoming one with THE souls
Becoming one with THE people

I will humble myself
Dirtying my hands to feed myself
Tightening my muscles to sweat and toil to feed fellow citizens

I will humble myself-
Days gone
Towering over
Commanding
To truly see
The only reward-
End of the day as
Real
Sweaty
Work Fulfilled
Bone Tired.

By Sam Sutlive February 10, 2016 11:19pm. Posted 11: 29pm

Reposted March 28, 2016 at 5:13pm no time stamp.

WE HAVE NO TITLE TODAY BECAUSE WE ARE IN THE MOMENT.

WE HAVE NO TITLE TODAY BECAUSE WE ARE IN THE MOMENT

Happy or exciting chatter flowed across empty space.

Lightly walking they tried to go around each individual tree.

By Sam written in November 2015 no time stamp posted 4:45pm on March 28, 2016.

"SAM SUTLIVE'S [MV] NELL-5TH ALBUM (THE DAY BEFORE)"

This poem, "Sam Sutlive's [MV] Nell-5th Album (The Day Before)" was posted on social media as an advertisement for April's Poetry month. I am choosing to leave my advertisement statement in this blog post. 

Regards, Sam.

Hello to All Who Are Interested in This Year's Poetry Month of April:

Here is a sample of what you shall see, which is one out of many days and just one of many poems that you shall see in April.

Sam Sutlive's [MV] Nell-5th Album (The Day Before) (Poem Inspired by with no translation used- If you would like to watch the music video and listen to the song before or after reading my poem it is at this URL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SJZ-4MttLE)

"Sam Sutlive's [MV] Nell-5th Album (The Day Before)"

The photo shoot went well.

Sadness and Sighs

becoming Satisfactions

tight smiles and coffee

word forgotten

Photographs only seen essence

of memories kept.

Hardly breathing.

All I can see

is your adams apple bobbing slightly

trying to hold those emotions in.

By Sam written on March 20, 2016, No Time Stamp, Posted 12:18am March 22, 2016 reposted March 28, 2016 at 4:40pm. 

APPRECIATION.

APPRECIATION 

I am noting here that two of my poems are using a line from the band Arctic Monkeys.

PALE YELLOWNESS

and
DAYDREAMS V 2
Regards,
Sam.





Posted March 28, 2016 time stamp 4:27pm posted 4:28pm.

DAYDREAMS V 2

DAYDREAMS V 2

Dip In daydreams

as I walk slowly along

passing you

             can't say hello

      just saying goodbye.

Whispers fading over walls

Hearing words through crowds of murmurs

Not quite catching my ear. 

By Sam written March 26, 2016 no time stamp posted 4:18pm on March 28, 2016.

YELLOWNESS V3 PART II

YELLOWNESS V3 PART II

Magical 

to float is to rest

Elegance radiating

the air becoming still and clear 

as the lightly beating wings 

sync to music it can only hear.




By Sam written March 22, 2016 no time stamp posted 4:03pm on March 28, 2016. 

YELLOWNESS V3 PART I

YELLOWNESS V3 PART I

Elated my heart jumps skipping a beat,

I am transcended into another atmosphere—

One of the Yellow Butterfly

So precious yet so far apart

Radiant and shimmering —

it is all there is.


By Sam Written on March 9, 2016 no time stamp posted 3:59pm on March 28, 2016.

LIFE DEATH-YELLOW BUTTERFLY SYMBOLISM-IMPLICATIONS

LIFE DEATH-                    SYMBOLISM-

   YELLOW BUTTERFLY   IMPLICATIONS

Yellow Butterfly sways past me as the dog lopes to a slow tune she shall only hear.

So very petite, Yellow Butterfly degrades our lives raising us up. 

In a balance YOU CHOOSE pleasantries or surrealism 

in a moment more realistic than life itself.

Touch to softly and your world crumbles around you, not hard enough and you are of gaiety, strained smiles, giddiness. 

By Sam Written in February no time stamp posted 3:45pm on March 28, 2016.

ADVERTISING APRIL'S NATIONAL POETRY MONTH! - First Poem YELLOWNESS IS PROUD.

HELLO EVERYONE,

I am going to be posting a poem or two a day here on this blog called SMILING. I am elated to be doing a poetry a day for APRIL'S NATIONAL POETRY MONTH! 

For the last FOUR days of March I will be posting a poem or two a day to advertise for APRIL'S NATIONAL POETRY MONTH! This will potentially get everyone in the groove and get people excited for Poetry Month!

Hoping you enjoy,

Sincerely,

Sam Sutlive

P.S. Disclaimer: Any URL link highlight lines on any word in my poems are not mine and I would strongly recommend not clicking on them. No telling what mahem the computer generated URL links will create. Sincerely, Sam Sutlive.

P.S.S. V is for VERSION, any numbers in titles after V is the final version that I chose.

Advertising for April’s Poetry Month-

                               Yellowness is Proud

Pale Yellowness turns spinning along wave like from flower to flower, a green branch and a rest here, little flutter, big flap.

        Pale Yellowness dotted twice passes by the image of the mirror of itself.

can’t comprehend,

a twin?

No, it thinks that one doesn’t have spots, too bright a sharp yellow, slightly bigger it thinks.

The Yellow Butterfly comprehends everything

delayed at first understanding a second later.

The wind is beautiful it thinks

I am proud yet little it thinks

I have spots it thinks

It thinks my cousin not my twin is like a halo with its solidness of color.

We are of awesomeness that strikes anyone who cares to see.

By Sam Sutlive March 28, 2016 time stamped 1:44pm posted 3:16pm.