gripping the shards of memories
ignoring the bloodied emotions
why do we torture ourselves
with that which we cannot change
these evocations
vivid
disturbing
invisible to others
but our élan spotlit
driven
instituting mostly patronising
eleemosynary projects
perfect recall
subject to
experiences dictated by
accident of birth
the authenticity of memoirs
tenaciously defended
but ravaged by
subliminal influences
a testimony to its perfidy
élan vital
David J walker
Everything is hungry
Every single thing alive
Shall survive at the expense of
Some poor enhungered something else
That has learned to thrive in it’s
Own peculiar environment
The élan vital has turned even the
Blades of grass into clever predators and hunters
Capturing sunlight and rain that will sustain it
For another day
The forest records its own language spreading
Branch to branch Tree to tree
As the sea sings its ancient songs between the
Salty soliloquy of tidal waves
Even the mountains standing majestically
Will be spread softly along the beach
As the Earth remakes itself
Patiently
Day
by day
by day
Diverse like each poet and the lives that they live
are the poetry forms in which they choose to write.
It isn’t important if some want to give
a set meter with rhyme, while some give insight
through verse that is free. There is no wrong or right!
Structured verse shows us a stunning array
of great classic poets throughout history
while free verse - I think in our world today -
seems by the modern standards to be
a publisher’s most preferred poetry.
I think what’s important is how well we touch
our readers! There is no one poet who can
please every reader because there is such
a contrast of views! One form is no better than
the other! Let each poet write with elan!
Nov. 26, 2019 For Line Gauthier's Free Verse Vs Structured Poetry Contest
The bullish sun sat on your avant-garde tree
Growing on the baroque poems of your dancing knee
The dilettante attributed it to the icy ennui
As elan had been in a holiday spree
I was very happy at the warm anomaly
It was indeed a deja vu for me
Amidst the sucking cacophony
The carte blanche was the best policy
Of course if it came from a sunrise that was bona fide
In the anaemic milieu of our poor poetry
January 18, 2018
Ten words ten lines 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
ELAN VITAL
A political change is needed today.
A new form of government to disallow pluralism.
Something that controls structure when the need arises.
A formula that states what is known is our rite.
Militant Communism is the idiom found.
A strengthen home front and a mind defined.
That one that states we control our people now, but only when the control is for refinement.
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Written April 11, 2016!
When you discover
Your mission in life
Which is your purpose
Part of the journey
Will be completed
Sometimes life is
Compared with a
Giant puzzle
Waiting for the
Completion
Be valiant
Take first step
You will
Be free
Bloom
elan vital
The elan vital in man or beast,
the noble spirit we see the least,
where hoarding dollars, makes IT glad?
Where persecution makes IT sad,
UNPRINCIPLED Vultures feast,
Nobility comes with a decent IT,
spiritual heights above the abyss,
a fall into darkness, aint the way,
be nice to 1 another hey,
or you aint worth your piss,
spirit into body, calls it home,
2 parts the spirit PLUS de instinct zone,
angered animal runs amok,
you caint control the smuck,
no complete control of this,
vim n vinegar 4 piss,
weak spirit hold the phone?
Don Johnson
I want to go where the land
Is boundless, where the wheat
corn and flower cane grow,
where the soft white downy
of cotton amplifies in big fields,
and bed my body and soul on
the waves of cotton balls,
and in natural surrender my
élan vital to feel the virginal of cosmos
descending for once in age..
Every morning I wake up
I feel my day adore –
Anew rays of first light
Afresh my mind, cleansed soul –
A new beginning to endure.
Yester memoir enclosed agone
Today to face more –
A whole day unrevealed
Fostered withal by elation.
Walked my way
With anew hope
Destiny wished crystallized.
Aspired aspect
Limpid élan…
Tranced.