Long Lower case Poems
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A dear old friend of mine of many years was retired the other day.
In many ways I'll miss my pal more than words can say!
Alas, there was no longer need for him and his upper and lower case
Since the computer is now all the rage - he is gone without a trace!
I speak of my trusty IBM Selectric upon which I used to hunt and peck.
Now, I rely solely on my computer - frankly, 'tis a pain in the neck!
'Twas some comfort knowing that if my Selectric went on the fritz,
That I didn't have to call some "expert" in Mongolia when it gave me fits!
In his elder years his parts began to show some wear and tear,
And since the dear old chap hardly qualified for medicare,
'Twas getting difficult to find a typewriter doc for his repair.
After all, he and his elderly peers are becoming rather rare!
It was with some remorse that I consigned him to the Goodwill Store,
Hoping some less technological soul would give him life once more.
Now 'tis just this puzzling 'puter and me for which I have little affection!
(My monitor screen is becoming so blurred using whiteout for correction!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Learning when/how to close seat then...
flush... the toilet with good frisson!
(alternately titled long windedly
using lower case letters:
no matter tidily bowled over based
upon real events, perhaps subject devoid
of literary merit and/or taste
no embarrassment, cuz
I got nothing to cover
despite precious time going to waste).
Analogous to constipation,
constitutes full term pregnancy,
perhaps umpteenth or first,
which former offal bodily function I durst
mention, said subject doth stink,
yet... exercising bowel
applicative, constrictive, effective,
exhaustive, gesticulative, instinctive,
massive, oppressive, qualitative,
quantitative, significative and unitive
(beg to differ if ye think me perverse)
both scenarios prone to stress and strain,
difficulties can arise evacuating bowels
gluteus maximus muscles severely pursed,
radiating sharp stabbing sensations
behind junk in trunk quarters felt
until bulging temple veins ready to burst,
where piles of hemorrhoids
foul rectum tortured and accursed
necessitating Judas Priest well versed
to issue last rites while
appropriate official dull livers worst
news to missus, whose
inconsolable sympathies nursed,
nevertheless bit torrent of sorrow
honor alone time with grateful dead
subsequently finds medical personnel disbursed,
privately newly minted widow mourning
tears for fears immersed
bemoaning sudden permanent absence
gone fore e'er foremost farter figure first
instance obliterated, when posterior
uproariously (actually not funny)
inflicted hemorrhage emergency,
die hard ludicrous poet (me) experienced
all expense chauffeured ride in hearst
aforementioned purportedly roughly comparable,
courtesy hearsay, when
hypothetical woman with child,
(here, I metaphorically paraphrase)
as maven ready to take aim giving birth
(nine months after satiating
hankering call of the wild
buzzfeeding miracle worker whipped thirst,
and temporarily appeased
inherent maternal yearning
to beget offspring, then... off to races
sprinting at greased lightning speed
amazingly enough slightly protruded womb,
(among other fledgling
and/or practiced moms avid runners
all touted as winners relay race crossing
finish line simultaneously
comprising distance measuring more'n verst.
There is one type of writing or form in poetry where you can freely express your thoughts in a different form or format. I call it "prop" poetry. A given one-word title of the poem or a phrase is the subject matter. Make a description of the given word or phrase with parallelism and/or contrasting ideas or thoughts in each line and end the last line with just one word, but doesn't have to be a one-syllable word.
If you are familiar with photopoetry or shape (concrete) poem, we illustrate the subject of the poem in a consistent way as we explore the notion itself in a longer format.
Prop poetry can be written in a single line or up to 100 lines if you want to. Each line doesn't have to start with a capital letter. Each line can be expressed in lower case.
You can also create your own poem in any shape or format that you wish.
We write with simplicity to inspire with a great sense of pride.
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
A miner's lung disease
deadly, but treatable.
Symptomatic
curable
Well.
My Sweetheart
lovely and compassionate
lively and never impersonate
loquacious, but not vicious
gentle and cautious
sweet
Poetry
Your soul that speaks
your heart that leaks
hot or cold
bold
Rain
under the nimbus clouds in bouts
with torn umbrella that pouts
furious and unstoppable
flood in tears immeasurable
drenched in the mud
clenched like a bud
wet
Fireworks
Ssshhhhbooooom!
A Cat's Tantrum
Wwweooooommm!!!
i love to write in lower case
but if you ask me why,
the reason i would give you is
it comes down to the “i.”
my first initial, written small,
is capped off with a dot.
the way it hovers makes me smile –
i like it quite a lot.
most people stick with capitals;
from grammar rules, no slummings -
except for those outside the norm,
like poet e.e. cummings.
i’ve always loved his chutzpah
for it took a lot of nerve
to get his poems, unique and cool,
the notice they deserve.
with email now, the rules are bent
so when i correspond,
i always type in lower case
with fonts of which i’m fond.
yet many times i will concede
and give in to convention.
i’d hate to be perceived as one
just dripping with pretension.
but really, who i am’s ilene,
expressed in lower case.
that dotted “i” identifies
as clearly as my face.
Top notch legal scholar Erin Go Braw
(less concerned about being fair versus
abominable, irrevocable, and execrable
unforgivable oversight most holy "M" & nonce)
cabinet of high priests,
sans spelling chieftains ready to claw
your person to bits,
and they presage remote clemency
which decision told, when Jeff Sessions
decides final punishment to draw
now, (see excerpted lines
visited with glaring flaw
"Benediction For Lord Apple Macintosh"
where ...bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks, required a secret char),...
intimates a "hee haw"
and rock'm n sock'm pull no punches
square at yar triangular jaw
YES, on account misspelling,
whence Grammarian Jude Law
at the least aims (to topple a prospective
title of eminence grise), banning access
to such undeserved
catbird seat, sans Rhetorical perch
laughing while ja plaintively call for maw
darn Oxford English Dictionary - but naw
can do, and hence paw
mister trumpeting
"FAKE" wordsmith raw
flesh will turn into....
unreadable print until closing text
that elaborates how holiness felt vexed.
To ye (a freshly minted scalawag),
these 20/20 eyes bulged agog
while steaming with invective
at what attempted
to pass as sacred poetic blog
when thee (Matthew Scott Harris),
now pronounced, an illiterate,
immoderate, and inveterate å!@#$%?
with a severe cerebral clog
(meaning prefrontal lobotomy
not out of the question),
you m~r mangy whelp of a she dog
(my humble apologies to canines),
less deserving than being
whipped near death's doorstep flog
after henchmen (strongly
resembling Alaskan BullWorms
guarding this royal hutch,
herein Cupertino, California.
beneath
a green veil
willow branches
hide a stone-
nature reclaimed
or
beneath
a green veil
branches hide
a stone-
reclaimed by nature
or
beneath a green veil branches hide
a stone-
nature reclaimed
or
beneath branches
a stone-
nature
reclaimed
the options in non traditional are endless... get creative
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March 19, 2021
Poetry/Non Traditional Haiku
Copyright Protected, ID 03- 1337-424-19
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Example non traditional haiku
for my contest Lets Get Creative with Haiku
Remember- lower case including title and no unneeded punctuation
A dear old friend of mine of many years was retired the other day.
In many ways I'll miss my old pal more than words can say!
Alas, there was no longer any need for him and his upper and lower case.
Since a computer took its place he faded into oblivion without a trace!
I speak of my trusty IBM Selectric upon which I used to hunt and peck.
Now, I rely upon old Dell and frankly at times its a pain in the neck!
'Twas some comfort knowing that if my Selectric went on the fritz,
That I didn't have to talk to Basheesh in India when it gave me fits!
In his elder years his parts began to show some wear and tear,
And since the dear old chap hardly qualified for medicare,
'Twas getting difficult to find a typewriter doc for his repair.
After all, he and his elderly peers are becoming rather rare!
It was with some remorse that I consigned him to the Goodwill Store,
Hoping someone would give him a good home and life once more.
Now its just this puzzling 'puter and me for which I have little affection!
(Plus, my monitor screen is becoming blurred with whiteout correction!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
let me live in each moment
and feel the whispering of an endless love,
as it holds me silently in its warm embrace . .
- i am captivated -
simply swept away, by your amazing grace
it happened once upon a time,
in the harmony of words;
as the playful touch of a gentle breeze -
touched all of me,
i am free
and my heart found peace in the soothing symphony,
of everlasting bliss-
yes, my world cradles around you
so let me live in your heart forever,
and these tiny seconds that caress;
the whispering of an endless love
__________
~ because i want to be your everything ~
* a little romantic scribble *
Authors note: Endless Love - the piano version I had playing while I wrote this, as it set a beautiful mood for me. While reading these words, it needs to be playing in the background. Only if you choose to, you don't have to.
Also, there are many poems that I have written that are my favorite. This is one of them.
I like writing in lower case sometimes, as it is like a whisper upon the page.
The answers deceive
The questions stand
The dancers leave
To track the sand
Round robin conspiracy
Threatens us all
The letters all lower case
The finality TALL
Butting my head
Inside of the line
Where does it end, Father
Maybe this time
The black and the white of it
The tall and the short
The poisons the same
One knife in the pork
New action may draw
What inaction restrains
What once again, once again
Once again drains
So back to the future
Back to the past
Choose not your weapon
You’ve had your last laugh
The wind’s in the vestibule
New breath in the hymn
Your darkness commands
What the light needs to win
The seven unsavory
The eight still to roast
The turkey unstuffed
Leaving room for the ghost
So ride away, ride away
Ride away all
The damage inflicted
This hammer a mall
The blood’s in the alleyway
Life beckons on
Death has been slaughtered
—as begins the new song
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: August, 2014)
Hark… hark… hear my voice, a mere leftover refrain
Never can you see me, I’ve no form left to gain
Look up… look up… and miss me, resound with the air
Don’t take my loss for granted, only spells despair
Grief… grief… counts for nothing, on the flip side of love
Pinpointing its vector, may bring hope from above
Crunch… crunch… the numbers, add symbols in lower case
Headstones of algebra, surround my resting place
Wait… wait… I hear cries, emanating at my grave
Broken hearted loved ones, so many tears they gave
Listen.. listen… up, your mourning’s setting me free
This life snuffed out, echoes down through eternity
Hush… hush… my darling, pillows muffle as you sleep
Pull tight the sheets and love me, inside dreams so deep