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Riding The Wave Of Floalogy

Bonus Poem


Riding the wave of


As I possess

And represent the finesse

Along with the poetic biology

As a whole when it takes effect

Doing nothing less

So feel me on this

As I reach and unleash

But also breach

Even after taking a seat

Attack from a lyrical and visual offset

And floetically whatever else

Because poetry is not through with me yet

And you can bet

That it and I will still be standing

Even after nothing is left

For floalogy and I

Are the keys and sum of my flowing style

And all the while stack and compile

More because at the door of the floetic horizon

Lies more floetry that is lyrically tantalizing

Ever surprising and no denying

The poetic force within

And on course as usual and will never bend

Yet take a strategic pause every now and then

For when poetry calls I just ask when

So let us begin

Once again

From now until the end

Convey and display

Form and make way no matter

The night or day

And always aiming to go higher

With a poetic heart on fire

Inspire and aspire

Floetic desire and ever so dire

And very realistic

Unique and with a blend of the simplistic

With overflowing characteristics

Along with seeing and being

Euphorically and categorically

And also simultaneously

Be the black the white and the gray in between

So fresh and clean

As this remains to be seen

Ever so bold

Cool and ice cold

And with a stylish flow

Never before seen or told

And being the very bridge

Between the new and old

And still a poetic anomaly

Yet visually and expressively feels and thrills

And at times at a standstill

Like cool words in the form of bold photography

For this is what it means

To ride the wave of Floalogy


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Feeling The Freeness Of Floalogy

The Send Off Poem 2 of 2



Feeling the freeness

Of Floalogy

As it and I

Through floetic success

Visualized and with finesse

Free flowing

Cool and smooth

In tune

Always aimed

To self soothe

With floetical grooves

All while floating

And hovering

Over the type of poetry

That this would constantly bring

And turn out to be

Something incredible

And phenomenal

But this version of 


Has come to a close

For who knows

The capacity


Along with the type of


That surpassed the unknown

The sharing of the undisclosed

Didn’t freeze up nor sat still

But stayed unfroze

Much chill but not cold

As I 

Was ecstatically wearing 

 A different set and style

Of poetic clothes

And for a while

And for some time

I wrote along a path

That didn’t fall in line

With the traditional

But most certainly original

Yet also bespoke

For all folks

Along with uniquely tailored


With much Floalogy flavor

And became exposed


And magnetically


For all will see collectively

As it moves with such a force 

And never veered off course


Just poetry with

A free flowing voice

As I

Made this choice



And radically

Poised by the literary

Making noise lyrically

And we’ll just have to see

To what else 

This can bring

To the artistic table


As I’m

Willing and able


Of conveying

An emotional wave

Night or day

But in the floetic way

All in

No halves

To the very end

Always whole

With a steady beat and pulse

Flowing freely

But with a bit of static

That always unfolds

Live and in color

And beyond the


Never small in size

Or stature

But rather full grown

Let alone

Aspire and capture

Daring and bold

As I and Floalogy

Have welcomed many

To this floetical fold

And didn’t see us coming

Nor was this foretold

And from this floetic avenue

And floetry juncture

Many poetic pieces were invented


Harnessed and growed

From a floetical point of view

That I never hesitated

To fully express

In all totality

As I

And all of you

Have witnessed

And experienced

Through all the senses

The byproduct

And the very fiber

Of my poetic being

Living and breathing


And basking in and of

Free flowing poetry

Along with seeing

The pure essence

And truly feeling the freeness

Of Floalogy




























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Floalogy Will Live On



Floalogy will live on
And carry on
As it and all the other iterations
Prior to this 

That preceded this version and style
And have been around
For quite a while
As a tortured and starving artist

Yet always poetically driven
And will forever be a part
Of the poetic menu
No matter the venue

For Floalogy will continue
Day or night
Evening or dawn
As this is my ode and swan song

To my poetic legacy
But continued through
A quiet storm in motion
My other poetic endeavor

That will go on for a little while
And with a different poetic version
That has already been compiled
As the poetic show

Must carry on
To the tune of a different song
But even after I leave this world
My poetic mark and legacy

Will be left behind
From much passion and fire
That will never be gone
As my artistic life and

The pulse of my artwork
Beats forever
As the flow and essence
Of Floalogy will always live on




























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Flowing Interest



I just wanted

To take this time

To thank each and every one of you

For all of the support and interest

Over this period of time

But not long overdue

For all of my poetic works

That I chose

To share with all of you

Each moment spent writing

And all of you reading

My floetic artwork

With each one being


As I surfed

And sift through 

My unique poetic mind

As each of you found

And continued to find

That showed and outlined

My style for a quite a while

With many eyes 

That took the time

To give my art a look

For through this poetic outlet

It gave the freedom

To be and express

As an open book

So thank you

Thank you

Once again

And truly appreciate

The time taken

To check out all of my poetry

From a very long list

As Floalogy and I

Have been embraced

By all of your support

And flowing interest








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Waving Goodbye



For today is the day
That Floalogy and I
Lift my right hand to wave
And to say goodbye

For I have given and gave
All that I can at this
Particular poetic juncture
Not that my fire for it

Has been extinguished or punctured
But rather refocusing
My creative skill and energy
Into showcasing and conveying

Another unique part of me
That I feel has laid dormant
And I both need and want
This to no longer be the case

And to reignite this fire instead
As to not get erased
Began this new journey and chase
And to experience a part of me

That has been long gone from my face
But now the time has come
To takeoff
Soar and fly

As I go about the world
Upon a new stage
With a new passion and phase
Although this will be sorely missed

I owe it to myself
Without asking why
To explore all avenues of me
But with this previous journey

Though bittersweet
I must bid it adieu
In all honesty and truth
And to wave goodbye


















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The Final Call



For I have always answered
The call of poetry
As this as a natural poet
Was always my destiny

Much thinking and many writings
That has happened over time
And for the duration of most
Of my lifetime

And always made sure
That I did this with passion
Desire and fire
And with a certain poise

Finesse and shine
And brought the poetic noise
As I eventually created Floalogy
Through many iterations and nomenclatures

Over the years
With each one as a proud choice
And turned my style of poetry
Into a written voice

Flowing and ongoing
Until the very end
A constant trend
From the time that I

First began
Consistently all the way through
Tried, succeeded, and true
As this is a love letter and ode

Of this final phase of my poetry
From me to you
As I answered and finished
But not diminished

But rather wrapped up this
All in all
As this specific poetic and Floetic
Segment and portion is now

The final call











My Main Blog

Quiet Storm In Motion

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Hello everyone, this site here is my secondary blog that will become my only one here soon. My primary and main blog has been Floalogy, and that one and the direction its been headed in creatively is coming to a close. Only 5 left to post there and it will serve as not only as my poetry archive, but also the poetic legacy and my mark of all of my poetic works I leave behind for this world. If you haven’t checked it out, give it a look and also enjoy. I also want to take this time to say thank you for the suport you’ve given Quiet Storm In Motion as well. This site deals more with everday things around us, personal experiences, along with a deep/rich points of views from various aspects in life. Floalogy on the other hand, has been a huge collection and collaboration…

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Quiet Storm In Motion

Poem 26


My style

Blows pass the written

Completely smitten

Look and listen

Pay close attention

As poetry is being


Will never resent it

Displayed and not hidden

Conveyed and lyrically spitting

As it has a certain glow

That just shines and glistens

For this is exactly

What’s been missing

Not falling or tripping

Held in place and at bay

So, no leaks or dripping

As a matter of fact

Nothing torn or cracked

As I react

And so lyrical

The poetic pinnacle

As this individual

Always thinks critically

Breathes radically

With much stealth and poise

That may seem invincible

Nothing trivial

But always brings the noise


As you receive

And perceive

As I


To give and feed

The need

And not here to perform

Some type of miracle

But crucial

While engaging the spiritual

Reading the biblical

Never serial


Poetry that is subliminal


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Quiet Storm In Motion

Poem 25


Flowing and moving

Soothing and grooving

And being a floacist

A lyricist

And something

I just can’t resist

As I


And my poetry consists of

Magnetic lines

And lyrical rhymes

With much to show and speak of

Poetic totality

Always my reality

Through much morality


And a validity

That just speaks to me

A poetic fire

For all to feel and see

For I found and discovered

The unique and profound

All the way around

The poetic recipe

The literary ingredients

And written seasoning

That I pen with precision

Living my vision

Which will be evident

Living in the poetic neighborhood

As I long term resident

Constantly making poetic decisions

As my poetry comes and goes

Was here and then went

Much goes on simultaneously

Between thinking and writing

And being so inviting

Always bright and shining

As me and poetry

Are always combining


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Quiet Storm In Motion

Poem 24



Is what I call my style

After it greatly evolved

After a while

The reinvention

Not in contravention

Written and made

With every good intention

The light that ignites

The shade

As my poetry will convey

Put up on a strong display

And as I may

Served up on a silver tray

Say what I say

Sending out

Poetic shockwaves in everyway

For I live and breathe

The poetic

Being magnetic

A written aesthetic

Knowing where its headed

Chess not checkers

Literary tactics

Spoken but erratic

And causing static disruption

Words and lines

Filled with energy and traffic

All the time

That just leaps off of the page

With a poetic eruption

And always going after

Higher levels

Will always be a factor

A poetic nuclear reactor

Flowing and growing

Knowing and towing

Itself in all directions

And along the way

Making necessary course corrections


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