Best Breakout Poems
Walking down a street alone
a few things come across me
surrounding gardens all acquired perfectly
flowers blooming
happy dog running
smiling people with no heads all friendly.
Much distance behind me now where I fairly took my leap of freedom
they must be wondering where I am now.
So better pick up the pace
sanity of the world is appealing to me
much reasons to be walking cheerfully.
But the fresh air does seems dirty
flowers now seem dead
dogs looking more aggressive
people with no heads are not around any-more.
NOW I SEE THE TRUTH!!!
I'm scared!
What can I do to getaway from this insane world?
Can't go back
drugs are to weak for me
better start running
run to that world where sanity was my pleasurable freedom
run away to that world where all seems to be clear through the fog
Get to that world where people smile again with no heads!
Witness breakout talent which aired Jan 13, 2020
on America's Got Talent: The Champions episode,
which starred Youtube phenom Marcelito Pomoy
Words superfluous to attempt
registering apropos accolade
of modest Filipino, whose
dog given gift to belt out
jaw dropping, eye opening,
heart stopping, ad nauseum
vocalization merits deserving
laudatory praise haint no charade,
cuz aforementioned young man
warrants his own
yellow brick road esplanade
his pronounced nonpareil ability
automatically, instantaneously, unequivocally
promotes him to meteoric rise highest grade
way above stratosphere of mere mortals
into pantheon where select angels invade
celestial sphere (think Thomas Kinkade,
whose painting skills indubitably made
admirers of his creations invariably wish
to merge and become overlade
with bucolic, exotic, kinetic...
more picturesque than Grosse and Quade
found with environs of Schwenksville,
yet some idyllic and rhapsodic utopian
place where sounds of nature serenade
said metaphorical description falls short
how his raw emotion
(aching with divine amazing grace)
collaborates, communicates, consummates...,
poignant rappelling, scaling, traversing
across moost rugged landscape unmade.
Ye too must get linkedin
to the following webpage
https://www.youtube.com/
watch?v=hcgvYr2nlrk
heals analogous as mental,
physical and spiritual triage
world wide web inadequate
for Marcelito Pomoy stage
suddenly... melts away
the global hostility and rage
moments ago unbeknownst
anonymous to yours truly,
a veritably unknown
outsize venerated personage
with megawatt smile,
catapulted amongst luminaries,
whereby me feeble and
lame attempts to craft far less
brilliant literary evocations,
nevertheless no overdosage
of audiological exposure
to savor and espy breath-taking
visualization of entrancing
fantastic gracious holy image,
now impossible mission
to decouple myself toward
listening and watching
mesmerizing powerful fellow,
who I admit unwittingly
voluntarily holds me hostage.
I have a yearning
To break out of confinement
The tortured inside
The painful layers of fiery hate
Breakout of prison, be freed
Russell Sivey
Every story with words of their own
Poet perspective
Defined commitment with a desire to fulfill
Through the mind having will
Agonizing struggle propelling igniting power
Like a cake in the oven ready to rise
The thought of thinking only imagining
Every Poet having their own theory
Emotions like moving oceans and rivers
Flowing
Like morning dew that comes in the sunrise
It becomes pursue where journey begins
The Need, Desire, Construct all come to mine
Poets are often seen as deep and complex
Inner soul behind the behold at their grasp
Uplifting inspiration in Poets to be
People Poets seen through the eyes of humanitarian in write and confront
The gift being a perk
The structure being the Creativity and Collaboration of Poets behind the idea of words as escorts
One jolt of words letter by letter through moment in time
All genuine
A world that won’t always be kind
Poets confess
Being their test
Into the atmosphere of Poets everywhere
Clear glass of reflection
Needing the reader’s attention
Behind the indication
The diary of divine
Elegance like refreshing wine
Poet’s words warm and kind
Nothing else compares
Poets are about sincere in share.
The ancient cracking bookcase stuttered
Books trembled upon the shelves,
Then scattering across the rug bound floor
Where they took up new residence.
Those left in the bookshelf
started to rock back and forth
hoping to join the colonials on the floor.