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Inflection Point

Just writing on paper clip the best                                                                                                                                               my mind jumping jack said just rest                                                                                                                          but to write the word processing my thoughts                                                                                                        to paper is right angle that he has I fought                                                                                                                                                   so I write on about life span the moments                                                                                                                for the right memory stick to the components                                                                                                                 to see something radiant energy to complete                                                                                                                      this task of the heart attack the concrete                                                                                                                                       lying in the grass root out the problem at hand                                                                                                            got my rhythm back street is the band                                                                                                                                this will work boots on the ground                                                                                                                                stay the course work abounds                                                                                                                                        just to see the comic strip the necessities                                                                                                                       it may not be virtual reality is one’s abilities
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet


I Am

I am a blade of grass
A victim of the world
Just here until the earth stops providing
Until the earth stops its twirl.
I am a whisper in the wind
A secret in your ear
If you play your cards right, 
Maybe someday, you will hear.
I am a feather from an angel’s wing
Flapping in the breeze
Strength for those who need me
Whom I try so hard to please.
I am just a child
Who is all alone in her thoughts
Left to brave the dark hallway of my mind
Looking for the rhythms to be sought.
I am a little flower
Searching through darkness to the light
Trying to make her place known in the world
And just trying to take flight.
All you see is just a little girl
Blessed with a gift she doesn’t deserve
But I must prove that you are wrong 
And I must prove to you my worth.
I am a poet who tries to find words
To express her true feelings
Twisting, churning them into rhymes
So the reader can do the unreeling.
On the outside of my shell,
I appear to be on a “happy spree”
No problems, heartache, or despair
Just a child who is carefree.
But inside, I am easily hurt,
A fragile, china soul
I am a person afraid of change
Who never wants to let go.
I am a shy, timid doll
Sitting on a shelf
Waiting for someone to notice and dust her off
And introduce her to herself.
I do not know exactly who I am,
Only what I appear to be
I know you’re think that I’m crazy
Well, maybe so, but that’s me.
I am but a lonely cloud 
Lost in the sea of stars
I long to be like the others
But I know I have to raise the bar.
This is only my appearance
Not what I am inside
But if you want to know the true me,
You have to find out what I hide.
I am a secret-keeper,
Concealing my emotions to stay strong
Because all my life, I’ve had to care
For the ones who don’t think I belong.
Well, maybe I don’t belong
But I will make my presence known 
Because that’s just who I am
The position to which I have grown.
I am a student, 
A person,
A character in our comic strip world,
Whose true feelings are rarely ever spoken.
I am only trying to find
What I need to become a gem
Living in this mean, stereotypical world
I need to find out who I am.
Form: Bio

Premium Member Seventeen Hundred Creations

Dragon has left the winter behind; but’s still wound up & flighty as a bat.
He’s in competition with a friend, to be more creative than Dear old Jack.
He wants to make Dragon concrete art, for with Jack Ellison, to compete!
If Jack can do 1700 poems, he won’t rest until 1700 statues, are complete.

He already sells concrete Dragon footprints, popular wherever he goes.
We use them as stepping-stones on our land, everywhere, you know!
First he wants a leaning tower of Dragon, to help scare away our moles.
Then a Dragon Colosseum, within which to practice... our Ninja Trolls.

Next a splash pool you can walk thru, with Dragons to touch and to hold.
He’ll build the Great Wall of Dragon, complete with a kiddy slide, I’m told!
Another idea is a Statue of Liberty Dragon with music coming from inside.
All of it patriotic, as sung by our illustrious and greatly talented Troll choir.

Then Dragon street lamps, to light up & make life safer, throughout the lands!
The Mayor said he could make all this into a new tourist ‘Dragon Land’.
Disney World ‘Eat your heart out!’ We truly DO know, where IT is truly at!
But Dragon balked at being made a comic strip character at first, how sad!

But we told him Super Heroes are in comic books, throughout ALL the land.
Now he will become, ‘Dragon with a D’, of course, with lots of adoring fans.
If you want to be in his comics, Holler ‘HELP’! I’ll write you in, like a pro!
Between exploring his new escapades, he’ll be making his own statues, so...

Yea! He’s doing untold number of poses, to be put in…The City Park!
This should make the Sheriff of Crazyland, simply… Happy as a Lark!
We’ll start with a Dragon Festival there, with Dragon dances everywhere.
Firemen Welcome as Parade floats of Paper Dragons, dance as they sail by!

Dragon sees himself as a Super-dillious-ish Hero, as his stories spin each day!
But Dragon as a comic book figure? Naw!  He can’t picture it… No Way!
So we’ll just have to keep that part to ourselves, as sparks fall on his parade.
For you simply have to remember that... REALITY is NOT his thing!
Written 5-21-2015

Premium Member A Conversation With Garfield

I would like to do an interview with you,                                                  "OK what are your questions but don't make me blue."                              How do you like being Jon's best friend,                                                       "he makes me laugh and we will be best friends until the end."                                                                                        Garfield you don't like animal food~wet or dry,                                                                "Yuk~I am a doughnut~pizza~lasagna kind of a guy."                                That is not good for you in real-life,                                                      "so~I will die enjoying my life."                                                                  Why are you so lazy,                                                                                   "really~~I love being in rest mode~is that so crazy."                               "Are we almost done,"                                                                            just a couple more questions for fun.                                                     What do you think of Liz,                                                                        "she is a really nice lady~Jon should be nicer than he is."                     "Pooky it is time for a doughnut and a nap,"                                 
I guess this interview is now over with a wrap.
 

Date Written:2/1/2022

1 Place 

Note: Garfield The Comic Strip Cat.
The cat in a fur coat that thinks he is a people.

a conversation with a fictional character
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Edification

I want to write a poem but I don't know what to write
I think I will write about edification
What is it?
Is it when you lift someone up?
Yeah
And more 
It means that when the person leaves your company
They are more than they were before
They are understood, renewed, strengthened 
Do you do that?
Do you make them wish they can stay longer
Or you leave them run?
Ahh what is the skill?
Nothing 
All you have to do is ask
Ask what is on their mind
Ask what they have been up to
Ask what makes them come
To you!
Lol you and your mind wanders
Ask what they could do tomorrow
Help alleviate some stress
There are enough stress already
You don't need to add to it
Help strengthen the bonds
Sometimes just do nothing 
And just goof
Who said you have to do anything?
Sometimes just goof around can help you relate to someone
The point is make another person feel good
Because in effect you are making yourself feel good
Because you are having too much fun
Who needs to go to a comic strip?
They have you right there
- A willing participant
Who wants to do anything
For a laugh
For a hiccup
For a string of smiles
And for a tidy house 
Okay I'll string those smiles up
And put them on my shoulders
So you would see them when you see me
I'll take your hiccups and pound them
Make them become one sound "ahhh"
Relieve
And if you haven't I'll tell you a joke or two
Aren't you special?
How much do you cost anyway?
No prices
How do you put you on special if you have no prices?
Because I am priceless
Are you saying I can't buy you?
What are you then?
Gold and silver?
I am magnificent
What? You are too magnificent for me to buy you?
Then how can I have you?
You can have me
Ohh you just know just what to say
Okay my house is not cleaned yet
And you've been getting my free joke
Put the apron on, will ya?


Premium Member Love and Humor

How do we explain love…should we even try?
It’s a complicated intermingling of our hearts our brains…our eyes…

I suppose the best definition…when all is said and done
is that love is a universal feeling that’s universally different for everyone.

Which reminds me of my first year of teaching…over 40 years ago
I wanted two teach my Autistic students about humor…I wanted to help them grow.

I thought, ‘who better to teach them?’…after all I am a funny guy.
They would be learning from the master…how the principles of humor apply.

On an easel in front of me was a comic strip from the newspaper…
In front of each student was the same.
My goal was to explain the humor…while going frame to frame.

It seems humor when explained this way is not an easy concept to see…
In the investigation…in the analysis…It loses it’s spontaneity 

Not one chuckled…no one laughed…
my students had no sense of humor as far as I could tell
that is until they erupted with laughter…when I tripped on the easel…and fell.

My students showed no comprehension of humor…
not even the littlest giggle sound
Until they heard my high pitched scream…and I was face down on the ground…

There are two possibilities why this experiment failed:
The first…perhaps humor cannot be taught
The second, and my money’s on the first one here, 
I’m not as funny as I thought.

Or perhaps there are some things in life we’re not meant to fully understand
That are designed to make us wonder…to be mysterious…and grand

Which brings me back to explaining love…
Perhaps the best explanation of all
Is that love is a lot like humor
And the best way to experience it…
is when you fall.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Blessings

So many blessings in my life...some come big...and some come small...

A hot mug of coffee, when morning arrives
Our big front porch...to sit and greet the sunrise
Pigeons cooing in the trees, out in the pasture scene
The mountains that surround our valley, beyond this hillside green
A happy hound, with wagging tail, who sits by my side
A friendly neighbor who waves to me, while driving by
My husband wearing an apron, while the bacon sizzles
A kiss on the back of my neck, with a gentle little nuzzle
Morning's newspaper, the comic strip and a crossword puzzle
A hot shower, that warms me from my head to my toes
A closet filled with comfy jeans, and too many clothes
A house that's big enough, even when cleaning it takes all day...
But rooms to spare, that fill up fast, when family comes to play
The music from the radio...(he likes the classics too)
The smell of sawdust, when he's busy making something new
The sound of tires on the gravel drive...when friends have just arrived
Our sons playing their guitars, my daughter's lovely singing, on the patio outside
Our kids, with caring hearts, when Dad or I could use a hand
And children laughing, doors are banging, mischief brewing
The fragrance of their shampooed hair, squeaky clean from the tub
Their sleepy, pink scrubbed cheeks, and pajama clad sweet hugs
An old weathered, leather book, filled with my mother's handwritten words
A tea set that I played with when she held me in her arms
A photo of my father, from a childhood on the farm

Oh the blessings come, some big, some small....so many that I can't name them all....
These are a few I will recall.... forever....
Form: List

An English Major Explains the Beauty of the Dirac Equation With No Success Whatsoever

An English Major Explains the Beauty of The Dirac Equation with No Success Whatsoever

Schrodinger, mostly famous for playing the piano
in the well-known comic strip by Schulz,
was not related to Vince Guaraldi.

It would be irrational to assume
any blood relationship could exist
between a comic strip character
and an actual pianist.

However, when particles of fiction
interact with particles of actual events
and individuals in the real world,
a blurring of fields
spins reality into questions
about perception and the role
of perception in its ability
to effectively distinguish
differences between what's real
and what's imagined.

The absolute value of this interaction
between variant components
is sometimes expressed
in terms of contradictory constants,
but these constants have the propensity
to collide and reform themselves 
into elements which are not 
constant at all.

The resulting spin of post collision particles
sends stability into temporary disarray,
which continues until intertia slows
the particles into an equilibrium of sorts.

The Dirac Equation is composed 
of symbols and letters and numerals
which are virtually incoherent
to 99.8% of English majors,
who generally agree
that The Dirac Equation
(like most other equations)
is only beautiful 
when one is able
see the unfamiliar
constellation of arrows 
and capitals mixed with lower case letters
and brackets and parentheses and commas
and what appear to be fractions 
as beautiful because the sum 
of their appearance 
cannot reasonably be categorized
as ugly.

Jim Babwe
© Jim Babwe  Create an image from this poem.

For Mickey

Bi-Polar tendancies hold me back

Release images on my wall with tact

They speak to me I swear they do

Can you hear them? They are calling you

You say I am crazy but I feel not

I see what you cant your future will rot

You are the one who is so crazy 

Just cause your name ends with PHD

Does not mean you can tell me

I bet you got that phony degree

With two proofs of purchase from American Hersheys

Sometimes your lack of honosty

From those around my cirle of me

Take two pills a day of this crap to be free?

I may as well call on the Justice League

For Captain America has more decree

The shadows on my wall proof wrong

As they hymm the words of their Jesus song

I throw away your pain with my hard fist

As I put it in the wall with my anguish

I kill those damn shadows with my pain

And f%ck every one of you thinking im insane

Can you feel the cold steel pumping through your veins?

Cause I am sick of I V's and being drugged up again

I found the reason you call me a loon

And the reason is you fools molding me as a toon

Well welcome to my Sunday comic strip of hell

By the way Garfield says f%ck you as he eats your soul 

And Tom and Jerry give you the finger and rebel

If you dont like it turn the damn page

But my face will appear in my constant rage

So call me a loon one more time please

And give a reason to make you bow to your knees

So you can kiss my looney pinky ring

And tell me whos nuts when your soul gets a fling

Welcome to my reality

Care to make a copy of my key?
© Penn Kname  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Keynote

"Keynote"



"hand me your keys," 

she says smiling coolly
into his breeze

throwing getaway notes
out the window 

the sharp beaked blackbirds
flee scurrilously 

back where they belong
in the past, 

broken behind 
their token barriers

Heckle 'n Jeckle
Comic strip characters 

yapping their disappointment 
on a telephone line

singin' as always 
their sad ol' songs

she laughs, 

"move over, I'll take the driver's seat,
I'll turn your engine on"



(LadyLabyrinth/2021)



"The Uncertain Smile" / The The (Matt Johnson)
https://youtu.be/5bErFXjUGvQ




"Peeling 
the skin back 
from my eyes
I felt surprised
That the time
on the clock 
was the time
I usually retired
To the place 
where I cleared 
my head of you
But just for today 
I think I'll lie here 
and dream of you"





keynote.

;)
way too cheeky...





LYRICS/ "The Uncertain Smile", The The
https://genius.com/The-the-uncertain-smile-lyrics










amor vincit omnia.







"The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact."
Midsummer Night's Dream. 

Hippolyta.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hippolyta

Theseus - Hipployta.
https://www.enotes.com/homework-help/what-does-theseus-mean-when-he-claims-that-lover-226273

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