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I Do Not Know The Secret...,
Asper Art Of Writing Acclaimed Poem...
Not purposeful intent,
when tasking self (Das Scribe)
a nondescript member of
*****sapiens village people tribe
metaphorical spear in hand ready
to unbridal strong arm as vibe
resoundingly resonates, sans
(crackles, snaps, and pops)
optimal instant to expunge bribe
bing fountainhead of creativity
oft times screed or futile diatribe
no matter smug satisfaction appeased
as mental delectation on par with eclair
for taste buds, a reward dare,
I acknowledge mine appealing talent
(undoubtedly a slightly biased opinion)
with fast break for game of Solitaire,
or sink concentration matte tear
real awaiting with bated breath
comments, feedback, input...usually fair
to middling acceptable,
though frequent occasions blare
ring liberal dollop of adulation,
warms hearty cockles of this hermit
comfortably numb in his lair
which decency, humility, modesty...
of mine to avoid trumpeting pomposity
as if yours truly snooty billionaire
keeps in check (ma mate)
cognitive firmae tubby beware
boot up pawn occasion, the errant knight
within me finds ego expanding square
lee out beyond outer limits
of the twilight zone, where
entire cerebral cranium
shatters temple mount scare
ring eureka temporarily
finding me unaware,
viz blinding, deafening, and
obliterating brainstorm spate bare
lee delivering tummy any appreciable,
pronounceable, noticeable... impact
relishing this devil may care
state of being if only...threadbare
tenuous consciousness endured
sustaining oblivious blissfulness
absentmindedness forever delivering cheer
full countenance of mine finding me
unafraid of Virginia Woolf, a bugbear,
and/or he who dons most powerful paw
he can render complex edifice
of democracy to disappear
thus...after shaking wordy playwear
an early plug to vote November 2020
due to here
about nine months and one year.
As I write my brain whispers
wicked words of doubt
soft as a newborn’s sleepy sigh
the babbling of a bubbling brook
before it suddenly begins to shout
screeching like the ear piercing
feedback from stereo speakers
shrieking shrilly as a hot teapot
booming low as a bass drum
beating in a repetitive rhythm
while horned demons with their
cloven hooves dance madly
amid the cacophony of chaos
chanting a malevolent mantra
of loathing and discontent
wielding daggers of diffidence
they drive deep into my confidence
blood dripping from the blades
the silence of those outside myself
nodding apathetic assent
Donald Trump, Lemony Snicket ghost Spiro
Agnew, plus knowledgeable Jiminy Cricket,
all reliable, trustworthy sources, who
would never misinform gullible traveler
I know time to lather up
with poetic shampoo
so don't you dare ballyhoo
moost likely known
to garden variety wahoo
(When You Wish Upon a Star goo
whee lyrics aside...), particularly
following feedback haint "FAKE,"
just like this tattoo
on each posterior cheek
helping move doo doo
i.e. private business,
anyway pardon loo
pee wordplay, now lemme continue
though ye would would
much prefer I bid thee adieu,
ham back from the house of Pooh
ready with toilet trees
to vend off voodoo
intending to remain forthright to
finish explaining courtesy
regarding resultant google Moo
choe reputable homepage
search query... hallooo
thankfully helped rescue
me bogged down in Waterloo
curious about... any clue?
Yepper, what sound
do crickets make?
plus other esoteric tidbits to slake
thirst for aspiring entomologist
(may even know gossip where ache
key breaky hearts quake
'bout Josh and Drake)
yielded plethora web newpages
mainly concerning former,
whereat bottom cricket
wing covered teeth-
like ridges make
rough surface, and upper surface
of infinitesimal gliding anatomical feature
functions like scraper, hence rubbing
respective parts together doth create
chirping (“stridulating") soundcloud.
I was a facebook addict till last month. I used to check facebook every 5 mins.Many times,I voluntarily asked my friends to give likes and comments.Suddenly a big dispute between my internal monologue and me.
IM:Why are you sharing the photos in fb? Just to show case your talents?.What is the use of sharing it? Will it promote your talent or will it help you to succeed?
ME:I am just letting my friends to see my stuffs ,so that I will get a feedback to improve my skills .
IM:If you want to do so,why don’t you send them in personal?
ME:They might be busy in times and they would not reply.If I post in fb,they will see it when they have enough time.
IM:What if no one likes it?
ME:I feel perturbed
IM:What if you get more likes?
ME:I will be delighted.
IM:So?Is that what you need in your life? Just the likes? What are you going to do with it? If you are just elated in the temporary happiness,then you cannot clinch big.After all,delighting in pride is the root cause of failures.
ME:Then how could I share my posts ? How could I let my friends know what I am doing?
IM:Are they longing to see your posts? Has anybody ever told you that they missed your posts? ME:Few people have said that
IM:Just work hard in silence let your success make all the noise.
That was all the solace I could embrace to quit facebook.Since quitting fb,I have been spending my time usefully.I started participating in many real competitions,getting enough time to prepare for the competitive exams.
My thoughts
The bridges in my brain
My memory
My courage
The baggage of a name
Letters scripts projecting all the same
Contacting the central station of my brain
My brain
It holds and release
Messages increases
Para-thesis
Sneezes
Cripple loads paraplegic
Pieces
Brought together whether we need it
Life begins photosynthesis heat bleaches
Turn colors creative catastrophic catastrophes repeated
Who is to see it?
Revolutionized revelation exceeded
Time capsule opened chapel preach it
Believe it
Changes come to set strange hypothesis school history bleeped it
Covered with lies folk made up sheets blanket keep it
Wave pattern memorized hypnosis deleted
~Now And Then~
(Rhyme)
I just love to read and write
Pen my thoughts day and night.
I just write what I like
And now and then what I don't like.
I thank all my readers too.
Sometimes we share alike view.
Your feedback is so encouraging
My friends and poetry are such a blessing.
Most of my readers seem to like me.
Love what in my poetry I have to say.
I write with all my heart on the golden sands
Of time and I just hope that you understand.
Readers ask me "please never stop writing!"
Again I thank you for this asking.
You're so kind for this requesting.
And I never want to stop penning.
I've met and made some good friends
Some fine folks online I have befriend.
All these people in the flesh I don't know.
But in my heart I do and that's so.
I thank all my dear readers and friends.
Thanks for all the love to me you send.
I appreciate so much all your support.
All my friends are such a great sport.
Readers tell me" never stop writing!"
And I never want to cease penning.
Most of my readers seem to like me.
And knowing this makes me so happy.
My gift of writing is such a blessing.
And I will never stop writing.
I thank you all my readers and friends.
Thanks for all the love to me you send.
I just love to read and write.
Pen my thoughts day and night.
Most of my readers seem to like me.
And knowing this makes me so happy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
January,1,2015
Voluntary unconditional surrender woke...,
Viz hitting yours truly,
when yokel egghead doth jinx
whereby ye cannot comprehend figurative
wimpy vainglory, unequivocally, tectonically,
smoldering resentments I stoke,
he doth bare his soul no joke,
no matter insight doth severely challenge
cyber surfing passersby, who attempt
to interpret courtesy
mental torture doth invoke
brutality, difficulty, futility gobbledygook,
heavily taxing your fifty
plus shades of gray
I apologetically, grudgingly (ha),
painstakingly, unwittingly... poke,
when mine broadcast
red by anonymous folk
admittedly poetically trumpeting ambiguity
overlain donned with high falutin cloak
peace be with thee courtesy this bloke.
Electronic date/time stamp permeates
within copious, illustrious,
and porous corpus callosum
hemispheric spongy sinks
mister re: mysterious as Sphinx
validation indubitably backfires
invariably induces loosed
unicellular sized rat finks
cerebral blackout courtesy
one to many drinks,
envision sucker punched by
rockin sockin robots one named
Muhammad Ali t'other Leon Spinks,
or gordian knotted cognitive kinks
bajillion befuddled blinks,
albeit feeble analogy methinks
to render genuine concomitant
convoluted, mangled, twisted... (think
Möbius strip) sentiment
specifically linkedin with
sincere appreciation meant
pertaining to this gent
despite slight trepidation
as faux Geico petsmart agent
forced celibate nun sensical chap
considering entering convent
cloistered existence remaining
days of my life get spent,
where "15 minutes
might save me, not so shabby decent
15% or more on car insurance."
Paraphrase aforementioned Matt Speak
more easily succinctly understood,
versus gibberish as ????????
(i.e. the word Greek spelled in Greek)
essentially long in the tooth fella
self anointed literate sheikh
feeble flattered fungi with
average mushroom shaped physique
trends towards playfulness
in tandem with harmless streak
merely acknowledges how his unique
self expression oft times
tongue-in-cheek
experiences giddiness at unsolicited
positive feedback versus he/she,
who doth bitingly, flagrantly,
outrageously, witheringly... critique
modesty misunderstood equivalent
of poetic (peekaboo) hide and seek
to Dani body hook ken find me
game to reveal me re: hide and seek.
The poets poem
To all you budding poets,
May the pen flow firm and free.
For the feedback I have had from you,
Has truly inspired me.
May I thank you for your comments,
All of which have made me smile.
We all have such abilities,
Maybe just a different style.
Poetry shows what's in your soul,
"A medium for the heart".
Relax and think of times gone by,
Then the words are sure to start.
So to all you budding poets,
May your words be strong and true.
For surely as you're reading this,
One day I'll be reading of you.
Happy writing
© TheScarletBard - all rights reserved
A testament to Prince
Prince, I saw your vision in the purple rain
And in that moment, I knew you were in no more pain
You graced us with your presence and filled our hearts with love
With your unbounded talent
That came from straight above
You left us sad and broken
And now we have no peace
But together we will strengthen
And our grief will cease
Oh thank you Prince for everything you’ve shared with the human race
We’ll treasure your gift of music
We’ll miss your handsome face
The heavens are rejoicing
And there you’ve found a home
And in that place you joined there
You never are alone
We never will forget you
Your voice will never die
And we will look forever
Into that purple sky
And so we will remember
How richer our earth is
Because Prince Rogers Nelson
Indeed he did exist
Rest well our purple angel
We love you with all our hearts
And we will meet in heaven
And then, we’ll never part
Hi there, Thanks for creating this contest!
I have been with "Poetry Soup" for a couple of years now. I really love "Poetry Soup" because the comments from other poets are genuine and provide wonderful feedback. I am so glad I found Poetry Soup.
The poem, "A Testament to Prince" started it all for me. I have been profoundly moved and devastated by the loss of Prince Rogers Nelson. After he passed away, I began writing poems which were dedicated to him and then eventually evolved into other subjects. I was so inspired that I wrote a poetry book, entitled, "The Microcosm of Poetry". I am in the process of completing my second book. I think my poetry has grown significantly. I have been reading works of other poets. I have also been studying poetry by reading books about it. I think my new poems have better wording and are tighter. I mainly write in lyric or free verse form, but I am always learning! I sincerely hope that you enjoy my first poem on this website.
Thank you for reading my poem and entry. Sincerely, Alona Perlin.
have you ever wondered why people become poets?
poets have been around since the beginning of time
and they have been mostly men, speaking of their loves, life
and emotions.
famous love stories, plays, movies, all seen thru a poets eyes.
just as the centuries have gone by and everything in life has changed
so have the poets.
there is now as many and if not more female poets
than male poets. why? because they are more sensitive to emotions
and are not afraid to show or speak of it , unlike men who want to
show the 'MACHO MAN IMAGE"
poets see life thru different eyes for different situations
and write about it in so many forms , and see the light and
the darkness in everything, including the good and bad.
it may be just one word ,or a line, or verse
that enters their mind to start creating
what will become a poem,
what is the poets dream that you will create?
a love story, a sad story, one of fear or hate, or passion
one of beauty, or war.
so many things to choose from- but it doesn’t matter
what you may choose, you must take the first step.
just as reading this is the first step to start on your way to writing poetry
and opening up your mind and soul.
touching other people and receiving comments
and feedback on your writings will help you to improve
on your weak areas.
some people do it because they are looking for fortune and fame
while others want to communicate with others, and others
just to see their names on something other than
a bill being paid.