Interchanging Poetry, A New Poetic Genre
By Mac McGovern

Poetry is the absolute beauty of the human heart expressing emotion in a form that delights, and leaves the reader with a feeling of contentment in one spectrum, and a feeling of remorse in another. No other form of writing has the ability and power to inspire the emotion created through poetry.

A True wisdom is the Ability to Turn Mountain of Experiences into endless Possibilities

For intelligent people among us, there is always a prospect for the future, because they have the answers to almost every question and able to see future possibilities in everything.
They are not afraid to get dirty hands and always use their free time to try something new.
Everyone have their experience in a particular field, but a person with true wisdom knows how to use it in the best possible way .
There are people with various experiences in a different area, but if they do not fully utilize it in the perfect situation or timing then they will lost their chance eventually.
Some things are too complicated for us to have an extensive knowledge on it, we may have our experience about certain subjects, but that is just not good enough to make it complete.
In order not to lose the chance, we have to divide tasks and work among each other, also sharing the profits with others to get everything done easily.
This requires good organizational ability to not let the possibility slip away past us.
Use our professional competence to bring the right people with abilities so we can finish the job together with a great team work.
The procedure and benefits for each other must be arranged in a formidable way with fair agreements and even distributions.
Everyone has to play their own part in this agreement and fully utilize this extraordinary probability to enjoy a business advantage together.
The potential method will give understanding for each other in order to ensure that is strong together and united unbeatable, with this can clear the limitless in comprehension and do all the things together continuously.
Thus, we create opportunities from shelves skilled of different people as a group and transform those brilliant chances into a single project.
Blindingly is a way being used by most people, but those who can share and collaborate on a unique sensational way have the potential with plenty of alternate options.
This actions will provide many alternatives when combining different people with their multiple qualifications and different skills to develop it within the initial difficult task.
They have the intelligence and brain to bring together the experiences from experts and add them in a group which require their proficient skill , that is where they can can turn mountains of their experience into an endless possibilities.

"Cry Me Freedom" Beautiful faces wrecked with pain....
The pain of being stripped of the pride that carries the head high.....
The pain that weakens the once strong voice that would shout across the land for this I stand.....
The pain that closes the bright eyes that were open wide......
The same eyes to witness evil lurking behind sheets and fire riding through quiet streets....
The same eyes to view men, women, boys, and girls stripped of the right to live free......
The pain stretches beyond the limits of what the eye can see, moving the soul in places deep....
Rising frustration now screaming this word from city roof tops and open roads through valleys with no paved streets "Freedom" Tears now flowing in bitter relief, as the caged emotion is allowed release......
Slowly the once broken spirit captures a new breath of life.....
The back once bowed in misery, now upright as the spirit positions itself to take flight......
Mighty as the wind, this new movement spreads and a new vehicle is found to carry the lost.......
The new vessel has been boarded by some but welcome to all who will seek and dare the quivering belly of the weak......
Eyes open to never be closed to the freedom waiting in the bosom of the creative verse of a pen to loyally speak......
The pen moves writing the anguish of people overlooked and made to be the joke.....
Now every word a gripping piece of the sonnet, elevating the mind above color lines and barriers of the pockets dime......
Cry me freedom, I cry no more as the pen has begun to write a destiny of vision to open hopes door......

I chose to be like me because I chose not to be like you...

You know who I’m talking to and, why I’m talking too...

Watching you leave, is so hard to do, you are a friend to me & me to you
Flowers, cannot replace who you are, they're a tribute, to your life, so far
The ones that I see, are so very few, compared to the life, I know of you
A garden is needed, to tell how I feel, of your life, here is the deal

The soil that's used, to plant & sow, just like the hands, of you, that I know
Keeping the plants stable & strong, giving support, when others do wrong
Allowing the roots to grow & expand, then on their own, they can stand
Their stems can now rise up high, reaching up to the sun in the sky

Wind blows across the field

There is nothing that can shield

Think of the life we live as a ladder

To be who we’re mean’t to be & do what we’re mean’t to do

It dawned.
The sun was leaving
its heavenly bedroom.
Mighty hunter Agya
returned to the home.
He hunted in vain
all night in the forest.
He was very tired and disappointed.
Near the old cedar-tree
Agya noticed
some strange creature of the underworld
who looked like hairless horned ape
with bat wings.
Horror embraced his heart.
His body began to tremble.
With big difficulty
He shot with arrow
the creature.
It thundered.
Strong wind
began to blow.
Unearthly laughter
was heard in the air.
The dying creature
said to the hunter:
"You are killing me now.
But I will be alive again.
I will come into your dreams
and your soul will feel
hellish torments"
Agya came to his village.
Touch of death was seen
in his eyes.

"Love, Color Me Free"

If I were an artist and all the colors of the rainbow were arranged on my pallet, there still would not be enough shades to paint the beauty within you....

Rise like the Phoenix from the burning flames!

Rise like the mountain tops reaching for the sky!

Quiet the voice of the hurtful...

Hide those sounds of words that hurt with or without determined purpose....

Can you hear the voices of the young people shouting out? Yelling, screaming "where is my way out?" In these, the days of no time, there is not a lot for them to do so they turn to crime....

Making games of terror and strife, hurts upon hurt with the grand prize of taking a life....

"The Eyes That Weep"

Eyes fill with tears listening to the many voices, the reverberation of a nation
"Save him, save him"....

The road to happiness is healing

The road to life is breathing

"Echo"

Echoes from a beautiful memory offer flirtatious melody to the sounds heard by the broken heart....

"Beautiful"

Light breaking through the dark like the morning sun peeking through the end of night.....

"Flow by Flow, Line by Line"

Stunned by the way your words pierce deep into me....

"Waiting....."

Time standing still as the heart transcends to a new level...

"Cry Me Freedom"

Beautiful faces wrecked with
pain....

Entertaining the 21^st floor

With passion burning inside, we couldn't make it to our hotel room door