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I never felt the need for a poem
When you were with me
Every moment was a story
Full of joy and laughter!
You asked me to write a poem for you
about you...
Musing hard and quit later
Nothing to write about you
You were a poem for me
A poem about a poem!
Only need a critic to take out the beauty and
romance from the wonderful piece of poetry
Then why I need to write a poem about my poetry now!
That is the reality_
We cannot see our planet from this planet
We only know we live on it and will die here
The reason for my poetry is the same
When you were with me, I just knew ‘we’
When you are not with me, I need a piece of poetry
We are polluting our planet every day with glory
When it is extreme, we need to think and write about it
I was stupid and will always be
I never took the medicine on time!
"I am so woke"
A loyal member of the cult
i've brought my brain to a halt
Brainwash. Indoctrination
utter zombification
I remember when i was a person
before i put my mind in prison
I will demolish the patriarchy!
and then replace it with my lunacy
You see, deep down all men are evil
except of george soros who is civil
Where would i be without his green?..
i would be trash inside a bin
When i say "men", i mean those who are straight
'cause if you're gay, that's a VERY good trait
Now, if you're trans, you're like a queen
and i will treat you like my twin
Thank you hollywood, CNN, MSNBC!..
It's just a coincidence, NOT a conspiracy...
What did you just say?? That's ANTISEMITIIIC!!
you must be ku klux klan or nazi critic
Freaking republican! Conservative!
don't say such words. They are derogative!
Be more politically correct
or shut the hell up, more direct
There's no escape for you! You're going to capitulate!
you will become an "one-of-us", before it is too late
"DIVERSITY"! "INCLUSIVITY"! "OPEN-MINDNESS"! "UNDERSTANDING"! :)
some of the buzzwords i repeat, like a zombie parrot chanting
I am a rad hyper-feminist. Although we roughly have equality
my true objective is not that. It's more like, male fatality
Each ""woman"" should have the right to murder her unborn baby
i see nothing wrong in this. Why not... It's... homicide maybe?
Ha ha!.. I'm SO self-righteous and progressive
i look at mirrors and i say "you're impressive!"
I must say that i get offended by anything
bigotry, racism in everyone and everything
Ho! Monsieur trudeau! Psychokiller, qu'est ce que c'est?
is someone with you? John transvolta? Beyonce?
The boss from hungary is calling you a goy?
i am just curious, you bilingual prettyboy
Pardon me, comrade?.. What??.. You disagree with me, you said??
CANCEL HIM!! CANCEL HIS ASS!! Tonight, sleep on your deathbed!..
And you?? What's up?.. Why are you staring at me, n##ger?
cancel him too! CRUCIFY!! His heresy is even bigger...
Sooo... dear comrades, that would be all
because it's time for my Haldol.
(For Chnweizu et al)
1
can you truly define a thing
can you truly convey a thing
everything is a poem
every poem is a thing:
o, poesy is being!
2
is easy to define a poem
so hard to convey a poem
everything is a thing
and a thing is a poem:
o, poesy is being!
3
how oft the critics criticise a poem
can they convey the thinghood of a poem
tho’ background purpose origin shown
to be experienced stays a poem:
o, poesy is being!
4
the critic lays some steps to a poem
ladder forgotten by the grip on a poem
a poem is an organism
an organism is a poem:
o, poesy is being!
Form:
One Sunday morning, I went home to visit mom and dad.
My brother was also there, and I showed them what I had.
The first thing I said to father as soon as I saw him,
was that I had four free tickets to the art museum.
His first verbal reaction was the old thing “I don’t know.”
He then said, “Ah, what the hell! Alright, I think I will go.”
Getting the old man in the place proved to be a tough sale.
The one thing he seemed interested in was a female.
This young attractive blonde woman was someone father eyed.
We discovered shortly that this cute thing was our tour guide.
The old man showed displeasure after passing through the door.
He displayed constant disapproval while he walked the floor.
Dad would make deprecating comments of all he observed.
Witnessing this, the tour guide seemed to be quite perturbed.
As everyone was led down the abstract art corridor,
my dear dad spewed out obnoxious comments a little more.
He made remarks about a work by Pablo Picasso.
This resulted in an embarrassing scenario.
He then emitted some words that sounded quite imprudent:
“Might this be a painting rendered by a preschool student?”
While standing and observing at a Jackson Pollock work
My old man displayed another example of a quirk.
He was heard to ask with loud interrogative candor:
“Is this from an accident at a Sherwin-Williams store? “
His next words transpired into negative vicissitudes:
“Tell me, where do you display all of your paintings of nudes?
The tour guide appeared to have had enough of my old man.
After all, she took more than the average person can.
Immediately following my father’s last retort,
the tour guide announced she would cut the exhibition short.
She told me, “Please take him out of here as soon as you can!
I really feel sorry for you if he is your old man!
If you ever want to avoid some abasement and shame,
any Sunday afternoon, take him to see a ballgame.”
You were empowered by striving
for an ideal nature potential to another,
more intuitive, your inspired psyche.
A dualistic inner child.
A sister if you will,
or brother, of conscience.
The fragile critic of your ego
twinning being and discovery
wicker work woven into identity.
Jungian campfire archetypes
and coastal forest epiphany.
Dawns chorus, dew walkers
wise dumb, and moon guided.
Myth whisperers and sacred smoke diviners.
You have become one with the tribe of
Anthropologically informed Atheists.
Book readers and thought provocateurs,
engaged by the zeitgeist.
You don't want to play at the game?
You seek no comfort in their death cult.
For you the apocalypse is a shattered dream.
Reflecting their allegiance to delusional rapture,
while clutching self-fulfilling lists of disasters.
You are a threat to their device.
Enraging them by your very existence,
by networks of increasing number and influence.
An abuse they contend is their God's given to prevent.
Yet you persist? Offering humanitarian precepts
as the alternative for generations of:
genocide, war, and thought persecution.
Rebel defiance enforcing struggle and community.
Breaking through the concrete of their institutions.
Seeded in cracks of commitment and enlightenment.
Poet's words swept by love and dissent
across vast tracks of sterile pavement.
A labyrinthine of emotions sears through my being as I study my proud pastiche in new perspective, a new eye.
An angry eye, a stirred up eye, a nit-picking not-really-me-in-any-way eye.
I unenthusiastically toss some purple and green glitter onto the dragon’s tail that is disappearing around the bottom left hand corner of my creation.
Satisfied? Actually, I rather liked it better before.
Prior knowledge tells me if I start scraping, I will be sorry.
In January when I completed this glorious masterpiece, I was soul-satisfied.
Considered it one of my favorite pieces and I have hundreds.
Done recklessly, with overwhelming confidence.
My eyes scan my art studio, landing on things hither and yon, considering
What I could use to improve this now crude unfinished piece.
What will please another’s eye?
What are they looking for?
More red? Would purple splotches Pollock style do?
What is going to make it sagely sound again?
I glare at the pastiche I used to adore,
The one I was proud of for months and months.
One of my favorite pieces.
Despising myself for
Doubting myself
Because of one
Lone critique of
Someone I have
Never met.
One little review. Bah!
I scrape off the glitter,
she became inspired when she
changed what was on her agenda for the week
placing fridays shedule for mondays she
found time to purchase her husbands new
bassoon at the mall.
there she meet Forte Cresendo,
someone whom she admired.
He had the connect to get
her husbands music heard.
One catch, of course
she had to pretend to be his wife
while her maade a large purchase.
He told her that suppliers often
made purchase deals
and he often fell on the losing end,
by buying over priced, used and devalued
instruments. He said one dealer
had been said to have been antiquing Oboes
to rise the value of the purchase, He bought
a Bassoon that was beleived to be
from the World Famous"Vivase Adagio Orcheastra"
a bassoon owned by Vivase Adagio himself, it turned out to
be a Brazilain knockoff.
She help him with the deal and sale, and
even help him arrange the delivery to
his studio. She'd meet him there
to get samples of contracts, and gave him a blank cd to record his
works on. They set the date for the Saturday of that week.
On catch, she had to come one more time to his studio and pretend to
be his wife, this time to fool his former partner
into thinking he was happy and married, a contented man.
She agreed
and that Saturday morning she told her husband nothing
of her role in getting him heard, except that Forte Cresendo enjoyed his works.
She knew why Vivase wished her there
and she wanted her husbands success to first and foremost.
She would later tell one of her freinds, Vivase was a god aweful critic of marrage
but he honored a deal, She years later said her husbands success was
due to there ability to take advantage of oppurtunities.
Mary Hartman is an average homemaker housewife
with unbelievable circumstances surrounding her life.
Her grandfather got arrested for being a flasher
and the cop who arrested him is sweet on her,
meanwhile Mary's husband can't deal with his impotence
and mass murder next door is a common occurrence,
but the most memorable trauma to me that Mary Hartman had to go through
was when she tried to help her neighbor sick with the flu
and accidentally killed him when he drowned in a bowl of her soup.
Mary Hartman! Mary Hartman!
TV's 1st situation comedy soap opera.
Mary Hartman! Mary Hartman!
Every cliff hanger always left me in stitches with so much laughter.
If you're not from this era you may find it somewhat dated
but never the less, 4 stars is what I rate it.
My 1st Netflix Poet Critic Review.
Abeyance
Raging
against the machine
Dying
in the light
Counting
the hours till darkness
Waiting
— for delight
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Storm Clouds
I wanted to speak my mind
until I changed it
I wanted to write a book
without the critic
I wanted to fall in love
until I lost her
I wanted wealth and fame
— without the thunder
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Cosmic Shelf
A Shooting Star
In A Mason Jar
Preserved And Waiting
So Near — So Far
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
The Weight
Some carry the burden
early
Some carry the burden
late
Some carry the burden
deep inside
Some carry the burden
— of fate
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Circuit Bard
Neurons
are mindful
And fire
as healers
Defying
the symptoms
Igniting
— the cure
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024
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