Best Genre Poems

Seems like I'm stuck in this silliness genre
A goofy kind of genre to be in, oh momma
Can't break the spell
Stuck good, oh well
Maybe I should just start smoking marijuana


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Aware, 
I may  not 
Appeal to others. 
But, I know the truth
The world is an illusion, 
Not the safe harbor for conformists;
Yet, I can't be fragile just because I was, 
Outcasted from the heedless reign of the traitors
Arrogant and stubborn they can't see the...

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Poetry is not meaningless.
It helps the writer,
To get his or her point across,
In rhyme,
And sometimes 
None.

Poetry is a unique expression.
It is the writer’s way,
To pass on God’s blessings,
And life’s lessons.
It is my way to combat hate,
From the past and present dates.

Poetry drives punches and puns,
In...

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Books are the cheapest way to go on vacation;
You meet a new friend every chapter.
On some pages you feel elation, 
And at the same time you’re filled with laughter.

Some tales are filled with mystery, 
Some are full of adventure, 
Lots dive deep into history, 
Some...

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it is 
    what it is
without narrative
isolated
    moments
       of figuration
sunlight 
        on a wall
frozen 
        in time

conversations
  ...

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Where they speak
Where they compose
Where they brainstorm
Where they act out
To create
To make right
To edge perfection

Then it septed through
The murky waters of
Knowledge
Those who's and
and what's
Straighten out
the unfralls
Making way
For
Intreies
On who's mark
Starts the
Composment
Sounding out
What words meant
Ready
Ready
The intro's
Starting...

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That elusive answer
which ricocheted to land
in a bush, throws you in tizzy.
Are you sure, you want 
to hurl more questions ?

This was a qualified Higg’s 
boson, which bowed out
from the race of God’s creation
to become invisible.

A gecko climbs on the wall
shutting the soul. The huge...

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The staff intro'd
Members of the
Genre One ( team/
Faction)
At the press conference.
They appeared cladded
With some glad to be me
Clothes and expensive shoes.
They traded expensive watches
Of camera, and each time
They were asked a question
They referred it to
Mastro Adagio, the
Genre One centralist and
Conductor of Management.
While in mid conversation
...

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Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
 Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you...

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Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
 Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you...

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We are at the world's edge
Playing non-stop on reed
Along the lyrics of natural nerds
Singing solemnly aloud to no end

With courage, strength and gut, we fledge
Upon all it throws cum concurrent need
We put the flag of fitness on substantial words 
Giving all to the moment per...

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Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
 Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you...

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Without further interruption a game, riddle.

Abyssal void manifests a skeleton and a cloak,
he has a sickle but is no reaper,
plays cards instead.

Dealt in a kraken with all sevens,
four on the board but the dice are rolling,
snap you from your reverie.

If this is the grim reality...

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In every generation
In every genre
People look to the
Absolute greatness
Of course those
In the circle of concern
Time to time
Tested to see
Who's best
Tested and essayed
To recognize prestige
and greatness
Sifting through the ages
In the now
Of
Tommorrow!


They sought fortune and fame
They danced in celebration
And cried in defeat
Hour after hour they labored
To be...

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I believe that the Sasquatch is valid.
He is huge though he eats only salad.
He’s so large, I admit,
that a limerick won’t fit
this big fella — I owe him a ballad....

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