Best Novelty Poems
A new face to trace
Covet then embrace
Beloved thy trance
Diminishing glance
Flirtatious on air
Erroneous flair
Gelid, weary streak
Innovations weak
Heroic on flight
Justly proving right
Losing glossy tone
Keenly you dethrone
Mustering the nerve
Obey and observe
Novelty invades
Promises betrayed
Romantically loose
Questions the abuse
Shine and gloss aloof
Unwoven with proof
Tarnished we believe
Vanished we deceive
Xerox of our life
Wasted upon strife
Zapping
Yesteryear
It's Better To Receive
Multiple Incredible Things
That You've Always Wanted...
Than Duplicates Of
Things You Already Have
That Are Still Incredible.
Usually.
But Should It Be?
Does Novelty Just Satisfy
Present Uncertainty?
-Gray Squirrel
09-06-2025
While reading one of my novels up in my loft,
was easily distracted by something soft,
my kitty pawed at me,
couldn't ignore it or flee,
until after awhile the novelty finally wore off.
There seems to be a trend these days,
an obsession with novelty,
and like most bad things of this age
it is traced back to the sixties,
at least the latest form of it,
for in truth, it’s always plagued us,
I’m talking about those who jump
on the newest and latest cause.
It’s really kind of a fetish,
this whole-hog embrace of the new,
that newer is always better,
too many accept this as true.
Whether they call themselves ‘progressive,’
a term wrapped in sheer arrogance,
or whether it is just their youth
that makes them hate all before them,
the fact is they misunderstand
the role that a new idea plays,
and have long failed to realize
the value of ideas that stay.
A tradition only exists
because time has shown it too work,
and human nature doesn’t change,
so ignoring this only hurts.
We saw it with socialism,
the dawning of a ‘better age,’
one hundred million dead later,
and still some fools will sing it praise.
And how many utopians
built communities to do right,
only to collapse in squabbling,
the once peaceful cause now a plight.
And how many revolutions
in art or film or music came,
only to die off in a week,
or come out sounding much the same?
How many countless Holy Men
had proclaimed that they have ‘the way,’
only to end up starting cults,
and with fool woman have their play?
Our ancestors called us tragic,
bound up by our unchanging flaws,
and saw that human beings are
tied up with immutable laws.
The arrogance of the present,
and the surge in technology
has convinced many that they are
better than past humanity.
But the cold truth is we are not,
we’re still walking on the same trail,
and ninety-nine of a hundred
brand new ideas are bound to fail.
A new idea that’s untested,
the product of only one mind,
stands little chance against concepts
that have survived travails of time...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Handle bundles and trundles of amity with dignity
Despatch patches and batches of blues and queues of odium
Welcome pockets and sockets of hope and humility
Above all, fertilize fields of favour and faith on God’s podium.
Despatch patches and batches of blues and queues of odium
Break mistakes and stakes of the past
Above all, fertilize fields of favour and faith on God’s podium
Flake brakes and cakes of conundrum on a malice mast.
Break mistakes and stakes of the past
Catalyze cannons of conscience and confidence
Flake brakes and cakes of conundrum on a malice mast
Cremate mates and pates of divergence and diffidence.
Catalyze cannons of conscience and confidence
Welcome pockets and sockets of hope and humility
Cremate mates and pates of divergence and diffidence.
Handle bundles and trundles of amity with dignity.
He saw a gap in the market,
Knew he'd found a niche
Got the idea at Scarborough
From donkey rides on the beach.
Camel treks from Whitby
Going the scenic way
Following the coastal road
On to Robin Hood's Bay.
The very place where, if
Local legend had it right,
Mr Hood and the Vikings
Had a very dirty fight.
He advertised on the Internet
Pretty sure there would be
A plethora of investors
All as Foresighted as he.
He checked his e mail hourly,
Couldn't understand why
After forty three days
Not received a single reply.
He sent the camels back to Qatar
After a very drastic rethink
Then devoted his life to
The Pursuit of strong drink.
You can find him by Donny station
A sight to make you weep
As he rattles his tin can
Begging for his keep.
There's a moral to this story.
Always look for the hitch:
Though better than the alternative,
Life at times can be a bloody .
Inspiration found in accord is conveyed through imagination.
Since creation civilization has adhered to things of originality.
The manifestation of fascination can be adapted by simulation,
and through dedication and motivation we find ingenuity.
When we carry a sensation of elation from awakening fantasy,
we can create an innovation leading to a different interpretation.
To each generation pass down visions of phenomenal novelty
so that there’s a declaration of talent found in creative conformation.
Creative Conformity Contest
John Lawless
November 2, 2018
each novelty
a penny in a jar
adding up
to who we now are
even when it’s full
you cannot start new
fresh experiences
start becoming few
again in our head
they play and they play
what can’t be lost
we wish would go away
so we settle
to forget the riveting firsts
doing everything we can
to numb our hopeless thirsts
I headed off
for an adventure
the journey
half the fun
no grand ambition
just a thrust
a desire
propelled
by an itch
an urge
what I found
was a brand
new world
Published in my photo/poetry book ~NEW WORLD~ 2019
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 15, 2019
was just a
novelty item
within the minds
of the crowd that
had gathered to
watch the show
unfold right in front
of their eyes full
of disbelief
there stood two
hearts flouting above
the ground
then out of no were
one came crashing down
turning to dust
disappearing into thin air
afterwords the remaining
heart flouted away into the distance
without a second look
I am a pharmacodynamics novelty
Pills and drugs have an opposite effect on me.
Stuff that puts others to sleep for days
Barely keeps me in a simple haze.
Drugs that bring others rapidly up,
Knock me out the second I sup.
My brain must be somehow out of whack.
I am a pharmacodynamics hack.
One important fact I dare not smother,
These drugs do the same to my mother.
Shuffling between high and low
In search of sanity
Thrown to the dogs despite its glow
I deride the vanity
That in much of the global world
Climbs to the top
Of the global agenda curled
To biases so hot they climb atop
To conform to the threshold
Set to glorify
Items whose substance and balance hold
True to signify
Hope for minorities
Whose fate hate
Grapples to consign to low priorities
At an inane date
Too late to ameliorate
Fates swimming in abject poverty
Despite advances in the rate
At which technology and synergy spring up novelty
In theory capable to reverse
Injustices
Inflicted on the black hearse
Procured and secured at exorbitant prices
Teases the vulnerable
Whose concerns invite little goodwill
In favour of concerns of the venerable
At whose public functions vats of red they swill at will.
I woke up new and sound,
This freshness I have found,
Resonates from deep within.
And reflects in my rising and sitting.
I'll revel in this bliss,
Not a moment I'll miss,
Walk in the light of my fresh starters,
For nothing else matters.
I see myself with new eyes,
Mornings are haloed with colours,
As I journey I edge out all contours,
Gloom gradually loses its size.
I have sickled every old way,
A different lad I see in the mirror,
I close my eyes and pray,
That dawn chauffeurs no more terror.
December 31, 2022.
Brian Strand No.1165 Poetry Contest,
Brian Strand.
Blue breath in the air
Frozen words suspended still
Winter's novelty.
...The trials of long centuries
are a form of Darwin, you see,
beating good ideas into shape,
until they serve society.
One mere idea one person has,
is rarely ever up to the task,
what works is what ideas survive,
that’s not something you can learn fast.
Does this mean we throw out the new,
and discourage all who explore?
Or course not, that one good idea
in the bunch will open new doors.
But it does mean that we all should
be wary when a person claims
that what they think will change the world,
odds are time will prove them insane.
But given time the good ideas,
the ones that really will help us,
will keep popping up to prove themselves,
bringing more benefit than loss.
Our doubt drowns out the bad ideas,
but is helpless against the good,
what works remains, what doesn’t falls,
and we just roll on as we should.