Pieces Of Me 1 ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Come learn about Walt – The Tennessee Poet!!

Walt's Writings

Several of my followers have suggested I do a poetic
memoir of my life – things I’ve done, places I’ve been,
things I’ve seen, etc. I will do these Pieces Of Me
periodically in no particular order.

Insight into The Tennessee Poet
Born as a Preacher’s Kid
Named Walter A. Page, Jr.
Dad was English and Irish
His father was also a preacher
Mom was a red-haired Scottish lass
Her father was a Lindsay
Grew up in a musical family
Took piano and trumpet lessons
Settled on drums
Played drums in school marching band,
Swing band, jazz band and
Symphony orchestra
Have one older brother
Paul – a redhead
Born in Ogdensburg, NY
Lived in Massena, NY
Moved to Westport, NY on Lake Champlain
Then to Lisle, NY
Dad became pastor of
The Oakwood Heights Community Church
n Staten Island, NY when I was 16
Graduated high school
Then 4…

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Your Poem

If you write or love poetry Please Don’t Miss Reading – Your Poem!

Heart Breathings

I am your poem,
your intonation and emphasis,
the comma, your pause,
your exclamation

I am your poem,
your meter and rhyme,
the period, your end,
your alliteration

I am your poem
your metaphor and simile,
the hyphen, your joint,
your connotation

I am your words,
melodic and lyrical,
the ones you don’t speak,
your personification

I am your poem

-image found on Tumblr, source unknown; shared as part ofdVerse Poet Pub’s Open Link Night #191 in 2017 and revised/edited for this Valentine’s Day

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dress of sand

The Lonely Author


Don’t know why, but I am feeling a little beachy today.

dress of sand

It was love at first sight

When the siren arrived bare

For the nudist wedding

Only to suddenly discover

It was a dressed affair

She knit a dress of weeds

With a sexy little slit

But it made her look all soggy

So she continued searching

‘til she found the perfect outfit

Asking the maiden for a dance

I reached for her tender hand

The siren broke my heart

For she had no desire to ruin

Her pretty dress of sand

Happy Valentines Day

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I want you to be happy

Beans, Pen & Nirja

I am here in your arms, embraced by you
the loneliness in your eyes, asks me to stay
still, you miss her

How can I fight with this breaking emotions of being in your ams
but not in your heart

The sadness that covers you up,
your still continued broken feelings for her
I feel it, everytime you talk about her
and, I loose my words for everything
with tears in my eyes
I gulp the sadness without you knowing

It’s depressing, I can’t make you feel better
will you ever know,
the sorrow in your eyes breaks me
not being able to be with you, terrifies me,
I can’t get over your helpless face

Still knowing, every night you cry hard enough,
for some sound sleep
without having her by your dreams
I lie there besides you, all helpless
still, you won’t see me, can’t feel my pain for…

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The Wisdom of Silence

Savvy Raj

The Silent Retreat

Four monks decided to meditate silently without speaking for two weeks.

They began with enthusiasm and no one said a word the whole day.

By nightfall of the first day, the candle began to flicker and then went out.

The first monk blurted out, “Oh, no! The candle is out.”

The second monk said, “Hey! We are not supposed to speak!”

The third monk said in an irritated voice, “What is this? Why did you two break the silence?”

The fourth monk smiled and said, “Wow! I’m the only one who hasn’t spoken.”


Each monk broke the silence for a different reason, each of which is a common stumbling block in our inner journey: distraction, judgement, anger and pride.

The first monk got distracted by one aspect of his experience (the candle) and forgot what was more important – the practice of witnessing without reacting.


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My early morning

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

My early morning

from dark to day

from slumber to surface

from stretch to shower

from clothes to kitchen

from tea to cereal

from silence to study

from words to music

from prose to poetry.

My early morning

is full

with a sense

of you.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new – but my early morning is full with a sense of you.

Art by Theo Felizzola

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 16/19

Hi there! It’s time for your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt! Another dismal week in regards to getting Alex to school every day. We’ve managed three. Here’s to getting him to school all four days next week (because Monday’s a holiday)! Here’s your prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!

After you’ve written your Saturday post tomorrow, please link it here to this week’s prompt page and check to make sure it’s here in the comments so others can find it and see your awesome Stream of Consciousness post. Anyone can join in!

To make your post more visible, use our pretty SoCS badge! Just paste it in your Saturday post so people browsing the reader will immediately know your post…

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