Long Formality Poems
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Charles Green was eight years old, and his father was a great teacher.
Yet, Charlie preferred playing to school; because he was a daydreamer.
The Greens lived in the town of Ivoria, where dahlias nodded greeting;
And Charlie frolicked with Sam and Scarlett, until sun came, bleeding.
Samuel and Scarlett were his siblings. Both got good grades in school;
Like gardens dyed in burgundy, red, orange, and gold, lovely as jewels.
Fantastic, flaming nights were not far, and gusts fitfully tossed flowers;
As good friends flattered the family with visits, like silver glazed hours.
Funny family rode for miles, to laugh jokes, or olden days, out of focus,
When fruitful summer was finally full-grown, and jade frogs visited lotus.
Charlie lived in the house of enlightenment, like a saffron sun, forever;
Where lilac breezes brought on awareness, in emerald days of whatever.
Soaring ravens owned the satin nights, when navy twilight was missed,
On Charlie's street of songbird serenade, and big moon, still sun kissed.
Formality was never necessary with neighbors, when they came calling;
In a pretty nation of nearsighted novelty, where aged time was crawling.
The touch of jazzy 'jade vines,' adored June, and monkey tail cacti leapt;
As 'jungle velvet dottie' posed pretty, and 'little baby dwarf kowha' wept.
'Alien egg succulents' waited an eternity, only for pleasure of being born;
And 'blue shrimp' plants swam sadly, like snows, as weather turns warm.
On his way to school, Charlie began to dawdle. Frogs were so much fun!
Like honey sunshine on the first rose, back when scents were first begun.
Charlie's lateness was fun for a time, as neither of his parents knew of it;
Then his teacher made him realize, that with learning, the sky's the limit!
She finished her talk with the following words, that haunted him forever;
And made him a better pupil and person, like all honest, fruitful endeavor:
'A diller, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
And now you come at noon.'
Un-nerved by formal sentencing assemblies,
Marks and Words, bound by conjunctive amenity.
The tried beliefs that short cuts speed words into action.
Made stuffy Old School feel out of fashion.
Punctuation board-slams her silver gavel;
“A shortened distance, yet far to travel.”
Marks are pushed into line to enter their plea.
Dash Dash Dash has trailing thoughts…
Comment remarks that it thinks too much.
Question Mark, curiously rotund and stout,
asks “What’s this meeting all about?”.
Proud Period, acquainted with the strident rituals of formality,
Quickly departs, leaving a daunting spot of terse finality.
Comma’s game of pause and snag,
grammatically adheres to one of tag.
Overwrought Exclamation Mark, nervously blurts:
“Unruly disorder can make matters worse!”.
Semi colon maintaining proper pauses,
Stays anchored between compelling clauses.
Colon fearful of growling barks,
snuggles closer to Quotation Marks.
Apostrophe’s like for word possession,
worries over changing word obsession
Oh, Oh! Oh? Oh…
These are shameful attempts to monopolize,
Even with trite words, of unassuming size.
.
Punctuation thinks her identity’s impaired
Might she be confused with the shrew, Grammar?
She calls to order a capitol thought.
sliding up to Exclamation Mark, shouts “’STOP!’
The object of this meeting,
Is not subject to self- beating.
No presence is here to criticize, or chastises,
nor harmonize.
If getting through is what stays true.
Will be understood by some , but always to you.”.
In this new world, the reality of insanity
Elicits frail morality, losing deep values
To cuthroat urbanity. We thirst for quick fixes
And dismiss gentle formality although life
Grants humanity its spirit’s wholeness—
How can greed and power allow us to ignore
Kindness, simple vitality borne from Hope,
Our birthright amid mundanity? Is man’s dream
Caged in temporal inanity where success
Is appraised by materialism or arrogant fame?
Such brutality! We forget the path of compassion
As time forges on in despotic volcanity, while
Children grow imbibing a mentality that existence
Lies in crude profanity based on self-interest…
Where is love in this equation?A doomed fatality
Of modern times , perhaps. I wonder.
Contest: Word Challenge for Silent One
1/27/2017
Idea of nullity, gives you fixity,
Prayer to the Almighty, gives life utility,
Love simplicity, gain multiplicity,
Accept relativity, attain normality,
Avoid formality, attain regularity,
With good activity, attain reliability,
With a purity, show sufficient sanity,
Love and affection should be of utmost priority,
Exploit every opportunity, you have enormous ability,
Understand the profit of integrity,
Feel blessed with touch of divinity,
Remove all sorts of negativity,
Add all kinds of positivity,
Life becomes free from attrocity,
And attain utmost supremacy,
With immortal legacy,
If one accepts the supreme authority.
Sleepy Sanctuary was awakened from the night
By sheepish rays of morning light.
Silence was stirred from its slumber, too,
As ripples and blurs disturbed the deep blue.
Irony came forth as I peered at their waddle.
"Goodness," I said, "they look like bottles."
All clothed in formality, they seemed very tame,
And that protruding belly made me exclaim:
"How unlikely for them to be in this place;
Out of their world they are a disgrace!"
Yet, orderly they were-and when they were done,
They waddled back as decrepitly as when they had come.
Back in their world, they were adept once again;
They might be back, but no one knows when.
You're probably wondering if the Church this might be.
Certainly not-It's a Penguin Colony.
People say there's no such thing as time travel.
But if you sit outside in the early morning sun
Versus inside in front of half-hour TV shows
The quality of time experienced is chasmic.
The house protects, shields, nourishes
In its finite space.
The World is an infinite bombardment,
Like a child gleefully displaying all his clothes
While fabricating new items on the spot, sweetly, angrily,
but in every way for you, without fee or formality.
It is the world to which we belong,
Not the house, nor the show.
The morning sun may not re-locate us (physically)
Through our own construction of time
As a properly gadgeted time traveler might,
But it slows it with mystic ease and rhythms.
Which is more than Oprah Winfrey could ever do
Stuck inside a glowing, square box.
So rejoice! Your problems are small, definite, and digitized.
As this poem is written I sit
In World's slow time
As it beckons me forward in search
Of the soul's blue and glacial bliss.
A sky wrapped around a fist.
A rising sun crackling
The mountain mist.
A time traveler awakened to
Love's first kiss.
This Saturday morning.
Outside with tea.
Just you an me.
With the television's "secrets" within.
And the World open and naked without.
Within a square of sand they play
little concept of space... of time
glowing so very naturally
they're completely color blind-
Within a square of sand, they create
friendship and love grain by grain
giggles spilling from innocent smiles
to the consciousness of infinity-
Outside the square of sand
two blue giants stiffly stand
cast-iron arms-cloaking rancid hearts
tossing crisp formality grain by grain
impaled by the hue of a different race-
Too soon, the rancid giants
gather up their young
scattering grains of friendship
so tenderly stacked
within that magic square of sand
within their square of sand-
Walking away with a “Fail” in written English in school.
Spelling and grammar not up to scratch, what a fool!
Having to type on a computer with “Spell check”
I write my words down wrong, oh well, what the heck!
“You’ll need it to get a job” she shouted leaving class
I think I’ll pull up in my Audi and raise my glass!
My message to all kids pushed to the floor by…”normality”
do what your heart tells you to do, make that your formality!
Its not to say that disrespect is the dish of the day,
more that you need to stand tall and HAVE your say.
Lets not forget that many geniuses couldn’t read or write,
full throttle by them all and now they have won the scientific fight!
Do well in all and encourage others to do the same.
Embrace constructive criticism and take on some blame.
So what if you can’t add or take away numbers in maths,
just try your hardest and do it have some laughs.
What struck me was your urbanity… which I now see as social profanity.
Our first meeting you filled the room with intellectual vitality
You carried on about substance and morality
You had such a distinct alluring mentality
and you dressed yourself in a triumphant formality
I honestly thought you were the heart of shining humanity
which has made my recent clutch on reality
a crushing blow of brutality
…you are really just ..Self-involved Inanity!
Your charisma is in fact mundanity
You words now spew like vile volcanity
You are a warped melon ball..... of insanity!
and if I did not so fear the worst of worst karmic calamity
I would gladly help you meet…a sudden and quite comical
fatality
(written for Silent One contest 1/23/2017)
Form: Tanka
Passion for what still exists
Phonon of ones fists
Durance of eclectic hours
Fire on the hell gone towers
Phenomenon is.
Formality for passion
Lacks it's existence
For it's agnostic purpose
Keeps as moving in a sense
keeps as running fast.
Now we are talking about a synthesis
Signifying why all the resulting heat
Actually its how we make sense to all this
Not talking about the fire they burned at feet
For his true imminence does no wickedness
His light shines complete while darkness retreats
What will 's shall be, always will this be
That is the nature of existence
a chemical reaction insistence