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Don’t use special characters!
In writing I was told,
Next to the title of my poem.
(The letters black and bold.)
“Poems Don’t Have to Rhyme,” is what
I chose to name my piece,
But with this title, what I wrote
The site would not release.
For only letters, numbers, dashes,
Commas are allowed;
Apostrophes and colons, too,
Are welcomed in that crowd.
I looked back at my heading
And I didn’t understand
Exactly how it merited
That tyrant-like command.
I had to change my title –
It’s called “Poems” now on my list,
But someone messing with my words
Makes me feel awfully pissed.
I have a box with forgotten words
And punctuation seldom used
In this box are synonyms
And grammar I’ve abused
There are commas there and colons too
Apostrophes spilling out the top
But the one thing there that I’ve got most
Are unused periods to make a sentence stop
I have one friend this bugs the most
Says no periods make my poems fuzzy
So I’ve collected them all and present them now
To the wonderful Deborah Guzzi
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Please feel free to apply them now
To my poems written in the past
I know it’s an offense I’m repeating again
But, I assure you this won’t be the last
There is a storm brewing and it is in my head,
Words are swirling in a mighty roaring wind;
Like colourful leaves tumbling and twirling,
And then it is raining adjectives and nouns;
The dark clouds are sailing across the sky.
I try to grasp the words and put them together,
Now syllables are cascading from above my head;
The metaphors, similes, alliterations at my feet,
A whirlwind takes them away as I pick them up;
Periods and commas and semi-colons drift by.
In my head I am putting a poem together,
Stanzas like beautiful wet trees are sparkling;
And the wind is blowing, the thunder is booming,
My dreams of verse gliding away in the tempest;
A violet explosion and a thunderbolt, an idea.
Leaf strewn leaves utter a wail like a violin,
Oh the sky is painfully dark and angry;
I gather all my words to my weeping heart;
Holding them like precious gems I love,
Then I wake- the birds are singing outside.
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April 18, 2016
PoetryVerse/There Is A Storm Brewing
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 779-037-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Summer Premier
Brian Strand
Fifth Place
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A Storm Is Brewing
Kelly Deschler
Third Place
By Parizo Van Thulare
You have spooked my eyes
you shocked my nerves
Wrestling my semi colons
Showing no mercy to these protons
Why is this creature obsessed with night ?
Why is he creeping minds ?
You give a rise to this negative thoughts
You steal time and feed the shadows
You send colorful reapers to stare us on the windows
Only those that have fear will cover themselves with pillows
Maybe you are scared of the light
Why you come sneaking ?
Later this time you start showing up
Why don't you come during the day ?
So that everyone will get a chance to see their enemy
I will hunt you down some day
I will chase you away
I will make you pay
I'm prepared to walk in the vain
Sweet Dreams will be the only ones to Rain
Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors.
It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and
the strong caress of flesh on flesh, defying death.
It is most certainly Spring with petal flutters and jays
flittering about. Melodies come alive…words almost too
ravishing to versify…like brilliant diamonds and crystal lines.
Poetry is rhyme and not…it is time well spent. The clock
doesn’t give a hoot. It’s cuckoo to stand on your head
to get just the right angle, the geometric high. Likewise,
the adjustment on a thin wire, with ink blots to examine.
But a poet does, again and again, pounding at raw meat,
to settle a matter…but we never settle…there is always
one thing more. Death, maturity, seasonals. Let’s dig
up that grave. First we jump in, holding onto leaves dyed
in various tinctures. Often we swing over, on our trapeze,
thinking we are invincible - we don’t see the six foot ravine.
Not feeling trapped at all, until the Ice Queen shows up.
We paint that buttercup white, as if it were virtuous.
She vividly holds up the scales to weigh our slights,
to slow us down…now,
we dribble upon the page…drivelling every nuance, as if
our kids (our words) were leaving home and we need to drill
just one more thing. Sadly our words will hang
and slowly scroll away…our scribbles fondly remembered
by a few for a while (and our smile)
Paint giraffes ouside the line, and gaffes - keep them in time.
Don’t be afraid to annunciate or not…to be literate or
alliterative…to be silly…oh do be silly…to be human…
to be common or uncommon…we all have our place.
We are the apostrophes, colons and periods. We stop
in mid-sentence a lot. We throw the hammer down
with an exclamation point or dot. We write run ons
or put out briefs. We admire awe. This is just a small
treatise of thought…a mud pie, but certainly not
a prize…but I say, the prize is in the beholder’s stall.
3/13/2023
A period here. a question mark there?
A handful of commas,,,tossed in the air
To fall all willy-nilly but he doesn't care.
Then he closes his eyes so he never sees,
And does it again with apostrophe's.
Next colons: and semis; are put through their paces,
And are frequently found in the oddest of places.
Quotations are more than just dressing or stuffing,
Yet often appear when "nobody said nuffing".
It makes reading a chore just to try to adhere
To a writer's directions of what to do where,
But you barrel on through 'til you get to the end,
Give your eyes time to uncross,
And then try it again.
Some poets abjure punctuation, for sure,
And though not a big fan,
I'm a reasonable man.
e e cummings, for example,
Responds to the call
By using little or no punctuation at all.
Author's note: To quote the author Cormac McCarthy: "If you write properly you shouldn't have to punctuate." Poets such as e e cummings, et al, apparently took him up on that. Please understand, dear reader, that this piece is punctuated incorrectly to make a point. And I blush to admit that I, myself, am overly fond of "quotation marks" and…ellipses.