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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Poetry In Motion: Unspoken Text

Dot Dot Dot


"Unspoken Text"

Hold on to the thin deceased tree
The plane is soft like smooth bark
I grip with five or more finger tips to console your beating heart
Your bold text is a distanced travel like Noah's Arc
Come to me as I embrace your unspoken thoughts
Speak to me
Unspoken words that I hold dearly
Soften my mind
Message my membrane with vivid imagery
I have a front row seat to the movie that is portrayed without tongue
Pierce my eyes with a lunge of coded language
I will crack your locked thoughts
We share the same interests
You know me like a lover's unconditional love

Jeff L.
Smock Salute!

Monday, October 24, 2011

The World Was Written....

It Was Written

Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is Jeffrey "Smock Salute" Lescouflair and I AM A WRITER! I consider myself a young, talented member of the Writing Community. I am a novice and have utilized the art as a hobby for about a little more than two years. Although, I am an unofficial member in some regards on a professional level, with no awards, royalties, nor book deals, doesn’t make me less of a writer and participant than anyone else. What makes it “remarkable” is its ever-grandiose impact on history, politics, sociology, science, media, etc. Basically, it’s a universal language that guides the world just like speaking many of the foreign languages.

I am not too well with history, but theoretically, I would assume the first writing tool was a pointed edged rock that etched the surface of an earthly slab. And voila! The existence of the first letter or word is birthed! Then, it evolved into something more, sentences, paragraphs, and stories. Cultures were formed through oral and written languages associated within specific communities to eventually spread nationally and internationally. Today, it is everywhere, inside books, newspapers, and the world-wide-web.

The single, significant quality that makes it “remarkable” is the effect on the social media, grand and personal level. I believe everyone is a writer in some shape or form. Some are more talented than most. And some don’t have interest in it at all, but writers nonetheless. We all became writers when we first wrote our first alphabet in elementary school. As we grew older, we had no choice but to write essays for classes. Everyone inscribes subjective/objective feelings and emotions on a subject matter, personal or not. It is aesthetics of art, beautifully transcribed vicariously from ink to paper, fingerprints to text. It’s a potent source of all information, and importantly, a release therapy of the mind, body and soul. It can bring people together through books that create a relationship between the author and the reader. The omniscience and omnipotence of words resonate through time and space, filtered to the senses. Overall, it has limitless boundaries on the effects of people’s lives. People can understand and relate to others by which creates growth amongst each other.

The Writing Community exists within all of us. We are all unofficial members. All it takes is a simple engagement of the writer and the pen to create a marriage that is very sweet!

Jeff L.

Smock Salute!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Poetry In Motion: A Colorful Song

Crayola Love

"A Colorful Song"

How poetic,
I write this letter of love,
Never to be obsolete
The crayon never sleeps
To transcends through time
The color of red is love that infects you and I
A burning color that burns all
We blend
Dancing our way to heaven
The scent of its sweet aroma chases the blue sky
We dance on each others feet
To form a color that feels so complete
We form the color purple
Because we mix so well together
Your lipstick leaves a sign of relief on my cheek
Your wink depletes all sins at my reach
The array of smooth blends
Sharp hues that create happiness
Amongst friends
We are lovers until the end
Best friends above all
To teach is to love
To learn is to give back the same in return
My Colored Girl

Jeff L.
Smock Salute

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Poetry In Motion: Time

Mr. Nice Watch

"Time"

I have only one life to live
I have no time to relive
Time won't stop like the watch on my wrist
Always clockwise
Never counterclockwise
Always right on time
Never wrong and late
The days starts at midnight
Never at noon
When the time stops
That means your life has ended too soon
I have no time to lose
Never old
Always brand new
No pendulum in the room
Seiko, Fossil, Tag
The better the quality
Longer the life span
Sometimes breaks
But can always be fixed
It can never be replaced
I don't need encrusted diamonds on my wrist
The mechanics within the watch is all I need to live
The important one is the battery
It keeps me going like the Energizer Bunny
Time flies when you live on a timeline
Cherish each second as if your life is on the line

Jeff L.
Smock Salute!








Monday, October 17, 2011

Book Review: The Pastor's Wife

The Pastor's Life!

Birthed and growing up under the Roman Catholic faith, I incorporated and utilized few if not many of the main principles of its teachings to better others and myself. Tis the Christian way! As we should all live our daily lives. I have attended private school my entire life with exemption of Junior High School; I must confess, being a good Catholic/Christian is not my strong point, barely attending church nor kneel to show praise. Even worst, my lack of communication with the man upstairs. Does that make me a bad person? I wouldn't think so. A very dear, close friend of mine put me onto a book by which would further my re-acquaintance with these ideals that have passed by the many year.

Not to be confused with the 1996 film, with slightly different title, The Pastors Wife by Sabina Wurmbrand is a non-fictional story of persecution, faith, strength, and adversity in a time period where being of religious background was not revered nor highly accepted during post World War Two and pre-Cold War in the Red Country.

I must admit, at first read, my eyelids were ready to come to a complete close until they reawakened by interesting and horrid events. The first book that I thought of in comparison was Man's Search For Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl. I haven't read it since high school and an instant classic amongst many bestsellers. Ironically, it was one of my favorite books for a non-avid reader at the time.

The book is well written from the subjective view of the author and contemporary in personality and language within the period of religious and political instability. The time frame of religious persecution prior and during war was rampant. Christians and Jews lived in hiding, in fear for their safety for believing in the intangible. The oppressors that deemed them inhumane for not seeing with the naked eye horribly enslaved them. To some degree, we are still misunderstood when it comes to faith.

The elements that stuck out were the strength exuded by the author and close ones during the slavery. Not many can live and tell the tale through inevitable success. All emotions and events were graphically presented for vivid imagery that may stain for a long time. And most importantly, it revitalized what it means to be human, pressured by temptations and weaknesses, even amongst the best of us.

The book re-affirmed my Catholic belief to a small extent and emphasized the power of sharing and caring. Those hold a higher significance in life, people and religion. That's my faith!

So, I recommend it as a read and always remember, "Do unto others as you would have them done unto you."

Jeff L.
Smock Salute!

Smiling and shining



Friday, October 14, 2011

Poetry In Motion: THe Fruit Of Life


“The Fruit Of Life”

Strange,

How I am offered a basket of apples

Fresh and juicy for a long time

A few rotten at the present

The rest remain ripe

To add savory to my delight

If I had a bunch of grapes from the start,

I would dine in fine wine

The fruits that fall from the tree can be a surprise

The sweeter the juice,

The deeper the roots

Variance of seed give birth to the fruits of my nature