Presents the Poetry of
On occasion, JJ Namcap chooses a poet who is a regular contributor to our Creativity Forum and offers them a page for three of their most precious writings. They are also offered the opportunity to choose the illustrations used within this page. They are not charged for posting their work on this select page, nor are they paid in any spendable currency, although it would be great if they could be, for they certainly should be.
Profile of Poet andraya
andraya was one of the first notable poets that I observed around the Voices Network creativity forum. I felt that her contributions were very much from the heart and represented what kind of work that we are looking for at Voices Network.
I was also taken by the fact that she would go out of her way to contribute so significantly to our new web community.
The amazing thing is that there are also a number of other key contributors just like andraya who have already made themselves a part of web folklore here at Voices Network.
If it isn't from the heart, it isn't much!
JJ Namcap - Voices Network
it has been said
it stalled Hamlet's hand
for i had seen you that day, i think
it was my grandmother
my father was silent
that Sunday you had been praying
i think perhaps you made it to the hospital
if death is a choice
we left the next day
i wept but quickly forgot
you reached your hand me
your face before mine
time is a mist
i'm remembering embraces
it has been years
there is a tree in my backyard
i sometimes wonder what could have been
vengence is patient
and so in defeat i follow you to your grave
and standing here
POETIC RAMBLINGS OF THE ONE THEY CALL NO MAD
so for the typos of the universe and a slant of rhymes unaltered i cry against the fathers to bring on home the crypts, and i try my best to know them and i work so hard to see, but i'm blinded by the sunlight and Truth makes it hard to be!
so i'll regulate the entity and run to make amends, but nothings try to see me and i don't know where to free the thingies in the background and i'm looking for the bait, watch the cradles baby for the thorns of life to be!
i'm not thinking of my Master when i read me from the veins, i'm looking for the answers in Truth unaltered cancers, and when the bloody image of my great celestial ball come running to my fingers when i answer on your call...
i work to see the nails in the boards of life alone and i don't think i'll find my answers in tones of red from Home. so hammer up the billboard and run on down the dock for fishes that go flying when the rains all come to be!