Best Capitalization Poems
oh. dear. gawd.
another patently
meaningless
crush of stanzas, jam-packed with
adjectives and color words
straight from Roget's,
strung together in
strands of misuse and
improper context -
syntax-scraping adverbs and
prepositions dangled
at inhuman angles,
rushing in torrents to a
head-scratching conclusion that
leaves lips numb and dripping clear liquid,
fingers combing deep the
strands to tear out in horrid disbelief,
jaws left agape in
utter confusion and
hopelessness ...
it all settles like
brick-heavy clay in
the gut, that this vile destruction of
the English language and
its artistic forms -
this uneducated and
brutal bludgeoning of phraseology -
words replaced
willy-nilly by thesaurus-crazed maniacs,
(all for the sake of
impressing the masses
who don't know the difference),
is garnering dozens of
enthralled ignorance-is-bliss
comments, and placing
first in
contest-after-contest!!
how could any sane,
serious weaver of words
NOT want to blow
their freaking brains out?!?
the coronavirus pandemic
has been NOTHING
compared to the sickening
misuse of words
that flows on-and-on from public
poetry sites in crushing
waves of feigned
eloquence and verbal vivisection ...
could it be, perhaps,
that the circle writing ISN'T inane,
but rather a strangled striving
for the breadth of
non-linear orthography??
welcome to the
ultimate zero sum game -
the mangy monkey in the monkey
puzzle tree,
Schroedinger's kitty,
skinned and nailed to the barn house ...
fan-freaking-tastic ...
let's kill this clairvoyant clown,
quickly ... quietly ...
cuz ...
it. never. ends.
(lack of proper punctuation and capitalization very intentional)
ominous clouds
abduct full moon's warmth~
earth's lavender
of onlookers
3/19/2021
17 syllables
Poetry Contest: Lets Get Creative With Haiku.
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1. One NEW Non-Traditonal Haiku in seventeen syllables or LESS
with a turn in direction on the final line or word, *very important*
2. Nature only, no humanity so, NO . . . I, me, or we
3. Written "in the moment" so, NO past tense, such as was.
4. No capitalization(INCLUDING TITLE), or unnecessary punctuation.
"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . )"
By_ E.E. Cummings(1894-1962)
I love the nonconformist approach of E.E. Cummings
his style has such freedom
the intentional grammar mistakes ... delightful
his structure inspiring
I love the lack of capitalization and punctuation
his made up silly words
and erratic spacing and scrunched up words
he threw away rules
I love how E.E. could write silly and also romantic
he always wanted to write
his early notebooks includes prayers of inspiration
E. E. I do that too
I love many of the same things that E.E. loved
like art, and Paris, France
he experienced a lot of heartbreak and grief
E.E. I have too
I love how he never gave up on finding true love
and I am happy he found it
he wrote every single day ... I do too
wish I met him
I love how he had the courage to self publish his work
his poetry, plays and books
this is a poet that I have admired very much
E.E. Cummings ...
"-in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms ... "
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January 15, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/EE, I Love You
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1517-941-15
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Beloved Poets
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 01/19/2023
Second Place
Submitted to the Standard, Your Choice Again
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/21/2023
First Place
far and away you will find-
my favorite poet I have written in
an odd free verse it is
the style of eecummings
that brings me happiness
love the flow and no capitalization
and no need for punctuation
the gaps to create pauses
the crunched words
the madeupwords so silly and words
like fugacious and labyrinthine
so come take a ride
on my- diaphanous gossamerfilmyclouds
of sumptuous
to where the blue birds sing
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March 25, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/far and away
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1238-888-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted into the Strand Choice Q Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
cerebral
scrabble babble
is coughed
into
empty couloirs
words lie
disassembled
on jaded
crossword
squares
dumb logic
acronyms
spill
from your tongue
with the intensity
of angel falls
flooding
the tower
of babel s
non existent
dungeon
taut and terse
phrases
are spit
into my mouth
clogging
my esophagus
with the
sweet bile
of your
bitter love
for me
twisted explanations
mixing
with fragments
of admitted guilt
speak
in reverse
similar
to the
uncanny
way
we uttered
our final
wedding vows
do i
poke a spoon
into a puddle
of campbell s
alphabet soup
as I peruse
my leather bound
thesaurus and
nightmarishly
daydream
of you
and now
i m
beginning
to realize
that the
sole existence
of one s
warped sense
of commitment
fortunately
relies
on a duo s
consistent
use
of insensitive
verbal
cryptograms
during the
sharp and
neatly shredded
paper years
when
punctuation
and falsified
adjectives
were hardly
ever
necessary
you love i
Author's Note:
Punctuation marks and capitalization of words
were deliberately omitted for poetic effect.
The following poem was written by me before Britain joined the European Union and possibly reflects the view of most of our citizens both then and today!
United States of Europe
Another day, another dollar,
Funny things we British say.
It's the 'Pound' we use in Britain,
And it's always been that way.
Soon it may change to a ‘Euro’,
If we join with nearby lands.
Sadly they don't speak our English,
Those who offer us their hand.
While I like my nearby neighbours,
I can't see the reason why
We have to share in common money
Just to keep our prices high.
I would rather change to dollars,
Least the language stays the same.
We could then still count in English,
Just a simple change of name.
Tell me where our kinship nestles,
With our offspring or our friends.
Why this struggle to be partners,
Just to follow other's trends.
I know that all the souls within us
Are not different... not at all!
Why not then a world wide money,
Would the Bank of England fall?
But to choose a bigger Europe
When we don’t see eye to eye.
Seems to me a little silly,
Rather like a firework pie.
Now I’ll stop my mindless ramble,
Spend my ‘Sterling’ while I may.
Not just money, independence
Is the price we'll have to pay.
Ivor G Davies
Please also note the capitalization of each line of poetry which is the way I was taught and is normally evident on most of my earlier poetry.
p.s. and we've paid the price!
the birds in the trees
and the ball hitting the glove
seems all the noise in the world
hunched like a scythe
in a hot concessions shack
the player's faces seem blurred
a sweltering day
seems more so as the hours pass,
making bags of candy floss
it gets everywhere;
my nails, clothes - even my head
wishes to wear a pink wig
to make matters worse
the lake of sunblock comes next
'long with the sugar and sweat
then I face the crowd
and all the stadium steps,
the weight of a thousand eyes
all at once they stand,
hands over their hearts, heads high,
for the National Anthem
a sudden silence
as the young voice bellows out,
I place my pole to the side
and then the song ends
inviting such hearty cheers
let's play ball! let's sell it all!
business catches fire,
hot like the metal railing
then I see those sticky smiles
and it's all worth it
awake and oh so alive
all this sweat makes me feel like
summer at it's peak
NOTE: Last year I had a job working at a baseball stadium. I had two jobs: the first was to make the cotton candy, the second was to walk up and down the stadium sets selling it. I made really good money off of it and I could wear all sorts of crazy outfits. I'm gonna do it again this year (baseball seasons starts up in just a week). I unfortunately won't be having a whole lot of time for the Soup being that I will have two jobs that take up a lot of my time.
P.S. If you're wondering why there's no capitalization in this poem the reason for it is simply because it's a Japanese form of poetry. I feel compelled to not capitalize, (perhaps because in their language capitalization isn't even a thing?)...
land of the mighty
brought to their knees in surprise
warriors far from home
remember ancient war cries
and the pierced autumn sky
* Tanka is a long form which arose from the same literary tree as haiku
[no title, punctuation, or capitalization were used] as such,
it should have 31 onji sounds [which are much smaller than syllables]
so, less tha 31 syllables is preferrable.
It is a MOOD poem in which [unlike haiku] metaphor, personification,simile and
other poetic devises maybe used in a short/long/short/long/long format.
Congradtulation on creation & salvation while the congregation gives explanation
of our nation as education to this foundation as frustration rocks the situation
and the vibration gives separation to the revelation and realization of this
westernization and U.S.'s operation to add inspiration to this manifestation of
private corporations & organization as they hide there procrastination and
interpretation that all is under investigation, as immigration's discrimination and
demand of proper identification to all civilization, merely a broad interpretation
of the Bush administration and the daily variations of it's covert operation while
we sit with speculation waiting for an explanation or at lease a translation of
THERE constitution & THERE capitalization, which is just commercialization of
cannibalization with determination with aplitude mutilation of misinformation, all
mind molestation, or brain masturbation this is globalization at it's finest, the
neutralization of all sensations, narrations of war & relation with no appreciation
for our imagination, we dream of normalization, dreamof revelation, and an end
to this desperation of this damnation, to restore salvation, bring transformation
to this population and peace to ALL generations.
When you write using capitalization
You don’t give us consideration
It reads like you yell
They could hear you in hell
It’s a literal abomination
there's improper usage
of the English language
how can one manage,
to read something so below average?!
oh, the grammatical errors,
and the punctuation terrors!
so many spelling horrors
none of what literature requires
lack of capitalization
and over dramatization
ruining the theme's creation
and the flow's demonstration
those who ignorantly criticize
have sadly failed to realize
that to capture a poem's essence
the poet must use creative license
to form interesting sentences
and put them in unique sequences
the poet must think artistically
and express emotion creatively
and therein lies the beauty
of writing poetry
Thronged investors at the allotment bazaar
Large cap bearish
Scripts at fall.
Awaited ingenious and expertise capitalists
Then brought into
Scripts at down.
Mid Cap bullish
Scripts at rise
Wavered SENSEX
And small cap ingress
Gives the once over like a cliffhanger rise.
Beginners rapacity and analysts variegations
Former’s paucity and latter’s accrued funds.
Pulled blue chips
Superior position
And more towering price
Then again a new firm
Offering a bid price.
Broker’s commission and depositories dematerialization
Varied revenue
Over investors capitalization.
Inflation hikes and deflation brought down
Again a widespread decline in the GDP
Brought the whole market to pull down.
Analyst’s accrued funds and NIFTY’s superbia
Top thirties jackpots and investors allocations,
Sharply jerked down.
Brainsick market
And a quidity beer bar,
A full-time financial express
And the morning tea NDTV regular.
Beginners’ luck to fill the pot
And a period later
The crow sated the piggy bank pot.
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Form:
far and below you will find-
my favorite poem written in
free verse it is not just the theme
but the style of eecummings
that brings me pride
love the flow and no capitalization
and no need for punctuation
the gaps to create pauses
the crunched words
the made up words so silly
and wonderful
written-
at a time of cliques and bullying
by a few faded away
now into nothingness
proud they did not push me away
so come take a ride
on my- diaphanous gossamer filmy cloud
sumptuous
to where the blue birds sing
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my cloud
written may 28, 2015
on my-
diaphanous gossamer filmy cloud-
sumptuous I float woebegone
flowers far and below
and bluebirds come
fluttering in the azure sky
twittering and its
beautiful
gossamer filmy cloud-sumptuous
the goobledygooks with their nonsense
far and below
and bluebirds come drifting
from the garden and forest they fly
to
my diaphanous
gossamer
filmy
cloud-sumptuous
the dullards with their yada yada
far
and
below
come with their hokum nattering
and I
yell hey you
get off my cloud-
sumptuous you you
nincompoops
bluebirds
twittering and twittering
beautiful
assemblage of fluttering
whispering hissing
with meaningless words
you keep off my diaphanous
gossamer filmy cloud
oh gentle breeze
take this dreamer and flower picker
of buttercups violets
dandelions
I see them swaying far and below
in a meadow lovely
and I recall the little girl me
who picked them
for mothers kitchen ledge
oh let me drift and see far and below
on my
diaphanous gossamer cloud-
sumptuous
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November 7, 2015
Free Verse
Written by Broken Wings
For the contest, Your Favorite Poem, sponsor, Judy Konos\
First Place
Writing poems is a poet's biz
Yet no one knows what a poem is
They used to be structured, meter and rhyme
But that was long ago, at the edge of time
iT becaMe aLl the rAGE to altEr capItaLizatiOn
ee cummings was, like, total fascination
Then there was Allen Ginsberg with his primal screams
Jarring poesy from the realm of sweet dreams
Today there are all sorts of bizarre inventions
one-letter poems, thoughts in other dimensions
But as for me, when penillion* and versification are done
I prefer couplets like this, that are mostly good fun
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*(traditional) Welsh poetry
October 07, 2020
A Poet's Duty Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
digits, emojis, abcs
compose a code
an irregular ode
void of literacy
cursive, capitalization, punctuation
go old school
immediate mass communication
has no rule.
how we connect
changes with time
words can’t reflect
your heart and mine