Short for PoeNotic Diva (Poetry that's hypnotic), is a southern girl from the sand hills of   South Carolina. She has been writing poetry since age eight and loves to inspire and enlighten readers with her work. Poe's a former police officer of 14 years of service who has started her on Greeting Card Company. Poe's the oldest of three children and loves family. Her faith is very important and is the drive behind her poetry. As has everyone, Poe's overcome some pretty amazing obstacles and her faith keeps pulling her over. Come allow Poe's flow to make your mind grow. Peace and Blessings to all.

In My Mouth A New Song

 

In the pit of my stomach's a rumbling.

There the Holy Spirit suddenly erupts.

The deepest part of my spirit cries,

For it's hardened to a world corrupt.

I am no longer a wandering soul.

Lost in the darkness of night.

I am a proud servant of God.

A lamb who has found it's light.

Now the rumbling moves up to my throat

And tickles the roof of my mouth.

Slowly passing over my tongue

After it's short journey from the south.

Now there is this sensation felt,

All over my dancing finger tips.

As I take my paper and pen in hand,

I write what flows from my lips.

In my mouth a new song's born,

After it's conception in my spirit.

If I never receive fame or fortune.

I'll just be thankful if anyone hears it.

 

By: PoeNotic Diva  copyright 2007


 
 


 
     Short for PoeNotic Diva (Poetry that's hypnotic), is a southern girl from the sand hills of   South Carolina. She has been writing poetry since age eight and loves to inspire and enlighten readers with her work. Poe's a former police officer of 14 years of service who has started her on Greeting Card Company. Poe's the oldest of three children and loves family. Her faith is very important and is the drive behind her poetry. As has everyone, Poe's overcome some pretty amazing obstacles and her faith keeps pulling her over. Come allow Poe's flow to make your mind grow. Peace and Blessings to all.




















In the pit of my stomach's a rumbling.

There the Holy Spirit suddenly erupts.

The deepest part of my spirit cries,

For it's hardened to a world corrupt.

I am no longer a wandering soul.

Lost in the darkness of night.

I am a proud servant of God.

A lamb who has found it's light.

Now the rumbling moves up to my throat

And tickles the roof of my mouth.

Slowly passing over my tongue

After it's short journey from the south.

Now there is this sensation felt,

All over my dancing finger tips.

As I take my paper and pen in hand,

I write what flows from my lips.

In my mouth a new song's born,

After it's conception in my spirit.

If I never receive fame or fortune.

I'll just be thankful if anyone hears it.

 

By: PoeNotic Diva  copyright 2007

              

 

I  RISE
I RISE ABOVE THE NEGATIVITY
OF “HATERS”
TRYING TO DISCREDIT ME

I RISE
STANDING TALL
WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH

I RISE
MAKING MAJOR MOVES
WHY “YOU” WONDER
LOOKING DAZED AND AMAZED
AT ALL THE PROGRESS I’VE MADE

I RISE
ABOVE THE MESS
THE STRESS
FOR I AM TRULY BLESSED
FOR YOU ARE THE LEAST OF MY WORRIES

WATCH ME
AS I PROCEED TO
TOUCH THE SKY

J.F. WRIGHT
COPYRIGHT 2008