I will never categorise any of my poetry,
under the category of "funny,"
well, maybe this once only,
since the poem title is "Funny Category".
To do so would feel way too presumptuous of me.
One person's disdain could very well be,
another's most hysterically funny.
Categories:
categorise, funny,
Form: Rhyme
To Ostracise one
Is to categorise one
Have we become one
Categories:
categorise, absence, abuse, betrayal, growing
Form: Haiku
Why can’t I just be me?
Why should I care what people see
Voices say wear this, act like that
So what if I don’t integrate,
and not part of the pack
I have my own style and look
The cover, isn’t what’s always in the book
Sense of myself is mine to seek
Don’t think to back me into a corner
To categorise me, as if I’m weak
My method is my individuality
Don’t try and judge my mentality
I don’t need the fashions or trends to impress
It’s not up to you how I behave or dress
Uniqueness is what makes us grand
Why be part of the herd, dull and bland
We are the ones people will remember
Better to glow among coal like ember
Just accept me, instead of condemn
That being said, now, how do I tell them.
Categories:
categorise, culture, feelings, truth,
Form: Imagism
NOT NOW
NOT NOW, NOT AT THE MOMENT, AND UNFORTUNATELY NOT TODAY
THOSE ARE HARSH WORDS I MUST ADMIT BUT
THE ONLY THING THAT IS WASTED IS TIME BUT MOSTLY BY USING IT UNFRUITFULLY AND UNFAITHFULLY SO
THE USE OF THESE WORDS SEEM HARSH, RUDE AND VERY UNPOLITE
AND MOST GOT SUCCESSFULL TRHOUGH THEM
SOME GOT POWERFUL THROUGH THEM
SOME GOT MILLIONS USING THEM
SOME GOT BILLIONS USING THEM AND
SOME GOT NOTHING OUT OF THEM
IS IT NOT ABOUT THE WAY WE USE OUR TIME?
WHAT ARE WE SURELY AFRAID OF
BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST MERELY WORDS AND OBVIOUSLY DONT BITE
WHAT ARE WE SURELY SCARED OF?
WHAT IS IT THAT CAN SURELY BE WASTED UNLESS OUR PRECIOUS TIME
SHOULD WE NOT SACRIFICE A BIT OF OUR TIMES THINKING AND DOING POSITVE
EITHER THAT JUST NOT BEING ABLE TO DIFFERENCIATE
TIME IS MONEY, EFFORT AND LIFE NOW WHY MISUSE IT
WHY LET IT FAIL US?
WHY LET IT OVERPOWER US?
NOT NOW....
NOT NOW...
THEY STILL SOUND AND SEEM RUDE TO THOSE WHOM EVENTUALLY
DONT KNOW HOW TO CATEGORISE THEIR DIFFERENT TIMES
NOT NOW....
NOT NOW....
DO THEY STILL SOUND HARSH?
I BET ITS TIME WE INTROSPECTED OURSELVES AND
WHAT WE TRULY WANT IN OUR LIFES
I STILL INSIST ON SAYING
NOT NOW... NOT NOW
Categories:
categorise, absence, anxiety, baptism, bible,
Form: ABC
Cyberpunk melodies from a broken shell.
Fishing a crooked coin from the wishing well.
Slanted rooftops slash and burn.
How the trapezoid takes its turn.
Scaling heights beyond the skies.
Some are dark most are lies.
Miscalculation to the Nth degree.
All we really want will never be free.
Reality melds with fiction.
When it suffers from inproper diction.
The glass stained with blood and light.
Is it wrong because it's right?
We categorise our lack of society
With a gross abundance of impiety.
Never ill always well.
Cyberpunk melodies from a broken shell.
Categories:
categorise, visionary
Form: Rhyme