Existential graph of
graphical language
Classical narrative
causalities anguish
Expressive instrument
exposing our emotions
Simple and untainted
intuitive senses devotion
There is a glamour to it
a perfection or symmetry
Creative imagination
uncensored chemistry
Breaking free from the
confines of reality
Thoughts give way to
change in time actually
Provoking insight into the
depths of imagination
Standing by ones own
creative narration
Visionary so liberating
and disoriented
Leaving our words
somber or animated
Spectrum of our expressions
gives one a completeness
Permanence of conquest will
never embrace the meekness
Categories:
graphical, write, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Listist memories surrounding the cool autumn breeze;
Cellular graphical biological totals stacked high on highs;
Over on top of each other sunshines brights bleeds;
Parking dazzling lights and compensating prisms parallel to the skies;
Horizontally traumatized;
As humanity tries to dramatize;
Wake up open your eyes;
Get up you need to realize;
a last such a beautiful view-
high in you
11/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
Categories:
graphical, allusion, analogy, appreciation, environment,
Form: Rhyme
'Twas like imagery or perhaps deja'vu
air quotations or a hallucination,
naught tangible to the naked eye
but an echoing of whirlwinds,
mere beginning of an expansion
tucked aside noncommittal whispers
reverberating discorporate shadows
on dividers of processing graphics,
rough drafts' emphatic intimation
of intrusively summoned reckonings
referencing old featured impressions,
mid-escape concentrated faculties'
unfocused low-density frequencies,
betwixt susceptibility’s magnifiers
orbiting bout night-crawlers' psyche,
whilst darkly territorial distractions
evolve beyond unforeseen influences,
farthermost assertion's revisionary
assemblages divulging conceals,
structured within framework
unrelentingly penetrative,
drawn-out, long agone
an unreceptive peccadillo
Categories:
graphical, allegory, confusion, hyperbole,
Form: Free verse
Mental stretching, the required sacrifice
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division
To all exercises, these four are the basics
Hell on paper but sweet in its understanding
Equations and formula, serving as raw products
Mastering the existence of numbers to gain its wisdom
Arithmetics also in a graphical representation
Then its technicalities in shapes and planes
Into life's activities, these applications silently integrate
Calculation of numbers and expressions
Sum up all problems via solutions to an answer.
Categories:
graphical, education, life, math,
Form: Acrostic
Seems like I could be on top of the world.
I think about poetry like my tongue is pearled.
Just the other day I wrote a poem to honor another poet.
I spun around in a spin to unfurl to the Soupers whorled.
I know they think they’re the bombshell.
They are big headed and believe their words cast the spell.
They vortex puts us in a whirlpool.
They billow swells.
Soupers let’s keep it real.
The universe zeal.
We entertain each other with our thoughts.
Poetry is our appeal.
We write to regale.
Anything else considered is to no avail.
I laugh aloud.
Soupers the advantage is a tall tale.
I am here to share-out.
That there is such a thing as an amateur in the house.
I know many fill the title of a poet professional.
This is where real skills are grandeur and profound.
Soupers, the truth expose.
A writer’s right shows.
Angstrom to a wavelength, the brain thinks and the mind depicts.
As a Poetess, here I throw it to the wind; that it is you with the *******.
To the Souper who asked for a rebuttal to his slam.
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Penned February 18, 2015!
Categories:
graphical, rights, universe,
Form: Rubaiyat
In 1894 EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS was born
when capital letters were the 'norm'-
With inventive and original verse,
Gaps,spaces,drop margins he then did try
and much use of the lower-case i
EE's many little poetic tricks
sure makes him my maverick!
Note Cyndi
one of my 5 line vignette form
changed to a demi-sonnet form
Categories:
graphical, on writing and words,
Form: Narrative
I am but a mere speck
In a wreck of emotions
In a larger pile promotions
Of writers and dreamers
And graphical screamers
Who surge to the screen
That wonderful machine
To thrust out their feelings
Who lay there looking at ceilings
From time to time
With an imaginative mind
Willfully unwinding
The day’s events
Maybe in an order of segments
That wish to share
All that they fear
About themselves
And yes they delve
Deep into their shelves
Of imagination
A literary creation
Where they form somewhere
Here or there
A manifestation
Of ego and right
Categories:
graphical, on writing and words,
Form: Lyric
Poetry has a hidden meaning,
words designed to invoke a feeling,
unveiled by the writer to his prey.
A graphical hook, the trap now set,
imagery, a heroic couplet.
The poet’s task is finally a lay!
Ballad, limerick, and sometimes haiku,
envoi, epic, and often rondeau,
His hunting methods seldom concrete.
He appropriates all the time it takes.
The reader’s tenacity he breaks.
To finally enlighten is his feat.
His enjoyment has at last been filled.
Even as his plebe is being skilled,
The onus of work is now complete!
Categories:
graphical, on writing and words,
Form: I do not know?