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Protennoia On a Tree Branch

I, the holy spirit, sat on my branch to watch my seed of light
This song came from me, and I made breath for my seed to eat
I fluttered to where they now live, which is the land of the five trees



Inspired by this section of the Trimorphic Protennoia: “The voice came through me. I created

Categories: first person., bird, gospel, religious, song,
Form: Sijo

Blind Willie's Sketchpad - Ash Wednesday, First Person Singular

The air smell cloudy, 
With a hint of rain. 
Come all this way by trustin’ 
In a thin white cane. 
If a wink is as good as a nod, 
What’s a brotha ta do?
Should Jesus come again in glory, 
Wouldn’t chance to see that, too.   

Can’t read the street signs 
When I’m walkin’

Categories: first person., allegory,
Form: Lyric

First-Person Personal

First-Person Personal
By Sy Roth

Here adrift wrapped in a coat of heebeejeebies
Fearful of using the first-person personal
Masking it instead by holograms of itself,
Playful non-entities cavorting among the semi-living.

Used to squirrel the words away like nuts now dormant in a tree’s hollow
Used to look for them wherever they could be found tail-fluttering into the hollow
Liked the slippery

Categories: first person., 3rd grade, allegory, angst,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Written In First Person

Written In First Person
By: Tom Wright
Feb. 5, 1998

Filled with joy, you heart won't be,
until surrendering your life to me.
a gift was I to all mankind,
I healed the Leper and the Blind.

The lame I made to rise and walk,
caused even Balam's Ass to talk.
I know each time a Sparrow falls,
I know each voice that on me

Categories: first person., god,
Form: Lyric

First Person Pooter


The first derriere shot,
that killed everyone’s appetite,
came from a second-rate, 
light tipping looter

A no-class hothead bum,
who had bun fiddy no-good burger 
burglar instincts

Amateur night out
introduced a new bottom bang-bang 
beatnik on the back end drum — 

A queasy gut alley cat
addicted to 
	       the sugar:
	white powdered yum-yum
Twitchy turned into

Categories: first person., allusion, fun, humor, imagery,
Form: Burlesque

Free Cee I Am a Pacifist and Will Kill the First Person Who Says I Am Not

I'M A PACIFIST AND WILL KILL THE FIRST
         PERSON WHO SAYS I'M NOT
The moon was in the center of the sky when I heard her scream
so she told me about her horrible dream
it is a venture I am forbidden to describe to anyone
but it involved and ex-lover,

Categories: first person., angst, me, dream, dream,
Form: Quatrain