A life becomes fictionalized,
movies and TV shows plagiarize our truth.
A tree fell in the forest,
that particular forest was crowded,
yet its fall went unnoticed;
we were all looking away,
were plugged into some other reality.
Tribal people know how to relate
to their ongoing stories,
to their growing roots.
A tribe is not a village
not an ancestral tree,
it’s a commonality with a few trivial things
that mean much.
Together we overhear
what we hold dear.
Categories:
fictionalized, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Veritas Vincit
the elusive goddess of the mind and soul couplet
a revelation of who we are, what we believe,
all that we imagine is or should be conceived;
born on the rising of the sun
holding moon glow in its captivity run
a complex menagerie of starlight within the cosmos dominion,
universal relinquishing of fictionalized wordings and opinions,
a hope, desirous dream, endless entity of fact from fiction
formalized false narratives of time and space interval diction;
it struggles, writhes in the turning and tossing window
foaming ocean waves of misinformation, lie, innuendo
there is no escape of twist or twitch spoof
squirming, wriggling the pathways of lie and truth
obsessive view in the eye of the beholder's solidarity,
is there hope, is there the possibility of a new reality
it truly is, as it really exists in a hidden state?
in the end, history will write what we dictate
someone's vision, another's reality
the hope and dreams of a future giving life and liberty
and freedom will take sail
only if
the truth prevails.
Sparked by Margarita Lilico's Latin Lessons
1/10/2022
Categories:
fictionalized, age, america, truth,
Form: Rhyme
“From now on, I’ll be good, Mom,” my son said.
This came after not too few tears for him I'd shed.
It used to be once he got out of bed,
my boy would get in trouble! He was led
by some strange drumbreat pounding in his head!
While other children liked to have books read
to them, he’d throw his to the floor instead!
He wasn’t treated cruelly or underfed,
yet often out in public, I would fill with dread
from his behavior or when he saw red.
He broke his toy cars, his bike and sled.
I felt like I was hanging by a thread;
I wondered if my boy would ever wed!
The year he started changing, my fears fled.
"From now on, I'll be good, Mom," my son said.
May 25, 2018 For the "From Now On" Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Note: This is only marginally fictionalized. Later he joined the Marines,
put himself through law school and wed!
Categories:
fictionalized, son,
Form: Monorhyme
Forevermore, this fantastical
free verse features
a fortuitous tale
featuring forty-four flirty
frilly fabricated faeries
fractionally forsaken,
forever fictionalized
philosophically and phonetically
free to force
feisty forest phantoms
to frenzy. These feisty forest faeries,
frequently act like
femme fatales, for whom
we fire phantoms feel free
to fixate for future faerie flocks.
Foundationally, this un-formidable free verse
is free of falsities, but fraught with fiction and fantasy.
Categories:
fictionalized, fairy,
Form: Alliteration
A fictionalized reminder!
Happiness lies where the heart
Never cries and never a tear
Of sadness fills the eye
Happiness lies were smiles reign
Free from the tyranny of sorrow
And pain
True happiness lies apart from things
apart from the trappings that fleeting
wealth brings
Her happiness lies at her feet
Wounded and broken from the
Deep cutting harsh hateful
Words that were spoken
She truly believes her happiness
Lies in the keep of an unkind
Uncaring cold wealthy guy
When will she learn that
Happiness and wealth do not
Walk side-by-side, that happiness
Lies where the heart never cries
And never a tear of sadness
fills the eye
Categories:
fictionalized, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
Finding me a shape rather than striking one,
In and out of my fictionalized ego,
Then, allowing me to live with the ambiguities-
This is the best covenant you can offer
And I wish I could settle on the way you shovel
The cards I am holding, one eye on the hex of it.
I am trying to shake you off my ochre cells
In minute details of lung-filling hikes
Of never crushing this scent of unreality.
You say my face is schooled for beauty
And then your mouth fills with foul words
That rather build on my inner naked flame
Than smother the thin transcendent stream of me.
Here, one can see beyond the moral, philosophical attire,
The plain of me who lives within the plain of you.
Categories:
fictionalized, absence,
Form: Free verse
Thinks Out Loud: Reality is in the eye of the beholder…the images that are constantly present in the MIND…the voices is your head…they are all authentic…it would be criminal of us to ignore our own precious gift…the gift to truly SEE perfectly without applying natural eyesight…the use of the third eye with perfect 20/20 vision...there are no “figments” of the imagination…a figment is merely a theory or a fictionalized product of the mind…it has been unjust that we have been taught to dismiss our visions….”go back to sleep Timmy it was ONLY a dream”…..*PONDERS*…perhaps we should go back to our dreams for this only so called “reality”?....
CiD *Cynical Introverted Dreamer*
Cuatro Viente
Categories:
fictionalized, how i feel,
Form: I do not know?
I am an enemy combatant house detainee.
Surveillance cameras are placed in my apartment strategically
and a computer chip has been implanted in me surgically
which informs my government of my every locality.
It was decided not to incarcerate me.
I'm more useful working and contributing to the economy.
I've been judged a suspected enemy combatant because of what I believe
and my government sees that as a threat apparently.
What is this truth that I hold to be self evident?
My U S Constitution and Declaration of Independence.
*
The above is a fictionalized fantasy,
but is well on its way to becoming reality.
It is not one's right but one's duty to dissent
when one's government has been over run with corruption.
Categories:
fictionalized, patriotic, political,
Form: Rhyme
Reluctantly, I'm ascending stairs. . .
Sensations of a dreadful cold
Permeate my trembling skin.
Through the window the moonlight glares.
My footsteps falter, but I'm growing bold,
And my climb begins again.
Darkness grips me with its wicked claws.
Something lies concealed.
I hear my heart beating frantically;
A dark foreboding gives me pause.
Consumed by it, my spirit chills;
I must unveil what hides from me. . . .
* My daughter,Angela Hobbs, who is writing a novel based
loosely on her first marriage, had me collaborate with her
on this poem that is the introduction to her novel named
"Confidentially Yours" and which is done in form of letters
written to a fictionalized friend. Angela dabbled in poetry
in high school and I am thrilled to see her sprinkling poems
into her novel. Praying it will be able to be published one day.
I still need to get started on MINE!! BTW: both stanzas are
ours. It was her idea and I helped a lot with the phrasings.)
For PD's: COLLABORATE WITH YOUR MATE~A FRIEND~ or ~FAMILY MEMBER...
not soup member Poetry Contest
Categories:
fictionalized, mystery, me, me, high
Form: Free verse
when at most the others looked away
you were the only one left wrapped in
tweed fingers you read books and shook
hands with the corners of very
tall still rooms.
when at least the others stopped to stare
you were a vinyl voice who drifted around
the room creating your own naratives
and desires.
hardbound covered soft themed skin
so delicately complex.
before i was younger seeking to lift up your
skirt maybe even take in a little of the
warm accent of your thigh, that soft slow
curve of your inner leg.
i remember sitting quietly staring at your crossed
legs wondering when your glasses would drop
ever so slightly.
but of course your were fictionalized,marginalized,
transposed across the room between the shelves.
flip to the back page as you walk by and
the summary goes something like this.
my librarian lady sits across the way
in between hushed lips day by day.
self literate angel with a finger in her cardex,
holy in her house with a text full of sex.
Categories:
fictionalized, art,
Form: I do not know?
Fallacious finances
In a shell game
Destined only to get or gain
Until human worth lies as
Consumers with stimulated fantasies
In greed drenched dreams
About fortune or fame while
Regarding their way of life in
Yankeedom as the untimate Utopia.
Fictionalized futures foment
In this falsehood worldwide
As others await their turn to a
So-called stimulus
Connecting to their shantytown
Orbit as they dream of destroying Utopia.
Categories:
fictionalized, social
Form: Acrostic