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Bryon Richard Smith * Poets & Writers * Shannon Amy Smith

Shannon's Masterpiece Poem

The Art of Problem Solving

In the beginning there was RIGHT and WRONG and all was well, then CIRCUMSTANCE became an ISSUE and FACT was QUESTIONED. GUILT was PUNISHED by MISUNDERSTANDING. JUSTIFICATION could not take SIDES when it believed in BOTH. When the dust settled, RIGHT and WRONG lost fight to BLAME and HATE who quickly invited in DESTRUCTION. POSSIBILITY was seen with ASSUMPTIONS instead of SOLUTION, so everyone else thought they had the ANSWER and forgot about PROBLEM. CONFUSION decided to forget it. UNDERSTANDING cried.

So who won? It could not have been RIGHT or WRONG, they both met with DEFEAT. CHANCE won when it let go of PERSPECTIVE and met with OPPORTUNITY. How could that be? CHANCE realized what POSSIBILITY knew. You can feel RIGHT and be WRONG, or feel WRONG and be RIGHT, but when you ARE SURE, (like RIGHT and WRONG) there is NO CHANCE to solving PROBLEM.

I have a new understanding for Einstein, he knew the answer to his equation was E=MC2. You know the equation and the answer, now explain the process with the answer everyone can understand, and you will have discovered, THE ART OF PROBLEM SOLVING.

Shannon Amy Smith

Bryon's Masterpiece Poem

The Poem of Poems

Our consciousness has become aware
Our soul is created with much fan faire

The thirteen levels are for us to see

To exist in the afterlife so all of us can be

Then we will go to our first physical life
In a physical body made of joy or strife

A new family here will be our first test

A test that brings on all of the rest

The joy of youth will keep us freed

Responsibility is for others to heed

A life can be short or a life can be long
A life can be right or a life can be wrong

And friendship will be just another quiz
To quiz our lives because it is what it is

Our first love then shapes our heart

To finish our end or begin our start

Death then comes to haunt our soul

It takes from us so we are not whole

Our soul mate comforts our painful fires

Healing our losses with our own desires

Love is the strongest force we will face
It flavors our lives with sweet loving tastes

Our body will age thru good and bad times

Experiences learned still begins but unwinds

And still all this time we will feel there is more

Our faith in the afterlife is part of our lore

Then the end of one life will begin with another

Back to the afterlife preparing for the other

Five hundred years or right back to earth
Or to a different realm for another rebirth

Thru dimensions of time and of outer space

Our souls will then travel anytime or anyplace

A New Souls creation will now be with us all

It’s so rare and celebrated to all it will now call

Dark Souls are demons here to raise a lot of hell
Destroying all the good in life is all that we can tell

And Hungry Souls manipulate all the unexpected
Deceptively they all will hide so they are not suspected

Insane Souls are crazy and know not what they will be
An ethereal life or physical one in neither life they’re free

Lost Souls are the ones who do get caught the most
In between our two realms to scare us as a ghost

Revolving Souls are the ones who come back instantly
Learning lessons once again to forget them constantly

Physical Souls love to touch so they will stay away
Away from The Ethereal Realm so they can always play

Transit Souls are the ones controlling pre-transition
Choosing lives to find another learning new position

Timeless Souls will live with all within the ethereal plane

Physical over ethereal lives to them is not the same

Gifted Souls are the ones who will be very sensitive
Clairvoyants and empaths too with powers so comparative

Guiding Souls are the ones who whisper in our ears
Helpful hints to guide us clear of all our human fears

To be a Guardian Soul who protects from physical strife

Is still a warrior angel back within the ethereal life

Eternal Souls have left behind all their physical woe
Ethereal lives are all they want to point them where to go

And let’s not forget about all of our other friends
Animal Souls are by our side as our soul now transcends

To sacrifice for others has always been too rare and tight
A loving nature is rewarded when our compassion is so right

The Souls of Existence that enables all to live
Is by The Original Soul who rewards us when we give

That’s how our advancement will be given to us all
So in the afterlife we can grow and will not fall

What the hell is he writing about he’s crazy as a loon

For if you still don’t get it you will get it one day soon

How do I know of all of this well you I will now tell

Never before in my whole life have I written words so well

My spirit cousin Kirby along with Shannon my psychic love

Have come together like they’re one to tell of what’s above

Now all the pain and sorrow I have carried in my heart

Does not hurt as much before so now I get a new start

Living Beyond Existence-Kirby’s Gift from the Afterlife
Was also written down by me with Shannon my medium wife

So my life along with destiny together they will rhyme

To write about all of this cause now is now my time

My poems are my journey as their ink on paper roams

Teaching me to write for you my only Poem of Poems

Bryon Richard Smith

Award Winning Poetry

Bryon's Award Winning Poem

Shannon's Award Winning Poem

The Raven Effect

Love was lost on this black day

When the raven flies away

A soul mates lust is nevermore

The raven’s cry will not restore

Friends who lie we never trust

Avoid the raven it is a must

Past family sins now hope is gone

Bad raven’s luck from dusk till dawn

Success is fleeting it always dies

On raven wings each failure flies

Sorrow arise

The Raven Effect

Love was lost on this black day

When the raven flies away

A soul mates lust is nevermore

The raven’s cry will not restore

Friends who lie we never trust

Avoid the raven it is a must

Past family sins now hope is gone

Bad raven’s luck from dusk till dawn

Success is fleeting it always dies

On raven wings each failure flies

Sorrow arises from wrong decisions

Regrets are many thru raven visions

A midnight curse has much despair

From raven talons that always tear

Memories haunt our body and soul

The raven’s blood will take its toll

Door chamber taps will echo eternal

A raven’s quoth is forever nocturnal

The raven effect fills us up with dread

Leaving us broken and lonely and dead

Bryon Richard Smith

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Shannon's Award Winning Poem

To Live

To truly live we must experience life, not just exist within the confines of our own making. Explore life. Discover a world of limitless possibility. Breathe in full her breath. Savor reverently her sweet flavor upon your tongue. Bask lazily in the awe of her beauty. Laugh unabated as a child with joyous tears smiling upon your cheek. Drop exhausted from the dance led by her undeniable melody, unchecked by life's woes. Take my hand. Life calls. For I shall wait no longer to enjoy everything and... TO LIVE!

Shannon Amy Smith

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