Long Nonfiction Poems

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Hoss Died Half a Century Ago

He's a deceased actor who still has plenty of fans, including me.
Dan Blocker died fifty years ago today at the age of forty-three.
He and his family moved to Switzerland because he was against the Vietnam War.
When he had gallbladder surgery, he didn't know that his death was what would be in store.
He commuted back and forth to the USA to star in Bonanza until his untimely death.
On May 13, 1972, a very talented actor passed away when he took his final breath.
He made Bonanza great but half a century ago, he was a man who the world lost.
Fifty years ago today, people had to say farewell to the man who starred as Hoss.
He was too young to die and when everybody lost Dan, it was a damn shame.
Bonanza ended just one season later because without Dan, it wasn't the same.
Dan's death caused his family, fans and the Bonanza cast members plenty of devastation.
It was half a century ago today when millions said goodbye and mourned in many nations.

[Dedicated to Dan Blocker (1928-1972) who died 50 years ago today on May 13, 1972]
Form: Rhyme


Legend of the Crazy Ball

One day I sat next to an Old Man.  He looked at me and asked if I knew who he was? I told him all I knew about him is what they call him in town. They call him Crazy Man.  He laughed and said that I Am. He told me he had an idea one day, he decided to melt down some rubber threw in some colors and swirled it all around. Then he rolled it up into a ball and let it cool and through it on the ground. He said that ball bounced all around and higher than he expected it would ever go! The strangest thing is it would always roll right back to him whenever he threw it, it was the strangest thing. I had to name that ball, so I named it after me! Only a Crazy Man could make a Crazy Ball like that you see.   One day that Crazy Ball just disappeared and I looked for it everywhere I thought where could it be? Time passed and I went to town and I saw a man sitting on a bench and my Crazy Ball was in his hand! I said that's my Crazy Ball you have. The man said it was the craziest thing that this crazy ball rolled right to my feet while I was sitting on this bench out of nowhere. I picked it up and had it ever since then.So if a Crazy Ball rolls up to you. Your the new owner of a Crazy Ball because they have a mind of their own! That's because they were made by a Crazy Old Man like me you see. That there is how the legend goes about the Crazy Ball so pass it on like it was told to me!

Interpretation

I create - my speaker creates tone
Choosing words selectively - having diction
Writing with an implied attitude
The subject it is created
Whether it be fiction or nonfiction
I accentuate and it's syntax in tact
Dramatically forming a phrase
Or sentence therefore into imagery
Detailing - a sound effect
Rhyming - timing - I recollect
Harmoniously - the meter in fact
Plays a role - reading
Listening to a poems language
I hear a voice of it's speaker
The tone we catch
Feeling we sense
In turn! with Process of Association
Voila - deciphering a meaning!
Remarkable be that of the poem
You read -you comprehend - Hence
Developing appreciation.
Thus art - the poem 
creatively writing.
© Stacey Law  Create an image from this poem.

Farewell Francis

He was a great actor but sadly, he's not alive anymore.
He died thirty-seven years ago today on April 18, 1984.
He starred in "Moby Dick" and "The Man Who Could Cheat Death".
Thirty-seven years ago, he went to Heaven after he took his final breath.
He starred in "Ten Minute Alibi" and an episode of "Doctor Who".
He was a gifted British actor and all of his fans know this is true.
He starred in "From Russia With Love", "Triple Cross" and "The Liquidator".
Francis died in 1984 and his talent is still appreciated thirty-seven years later.

[Dedicated to Francis De Wolff (1913-1984) who died on April 18, 1984]
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Alice?

I am not the only settler
who cannot repay his wealth.
I’ve been looking for confusion, 
to flout, again.

Take me forward 
to the timeless
left.

I love you, through opposites, 
Lord Huron.

‘Take Me Back to the Night
We Met,"

Take me forward
to the time
we left.

Which of these is backwards?
Which of these is forwards?
Fiction/nonfiction

Am I exiting?
Am I entering?
Am I timing this reading?
Am I wondering this reason?

Am I finally… in/out 
and all about?
Is there reasonable
clout in heaven?

James Barrie, please
whisper to me:
‘This is Neverland!’
Then let me, 
believe you.

Find a signed copy after,
and label it:
“Nonfiction!”

“Alice?
Are we home?
-unknown”
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.


Lose No Sleep (Angel of Sadness)

Gather my remains from the noose you keep 
Last of the darkened sheep 
Stress minus satisfaction so I lose no sleep 
A fallen sculpture from the noose you keep 
Last of your darkened sheep 
No apologies, for I shall lose no sleep 
Another episode, epidemic 
Pieces of my debt’d limit 
Volts of electricity 
The reception, should’ve filmed it 
Another suspect misfits your description 
As I sat back I realized 
These spectators adore my addiction 
Sudden changes would restore my ability 
To produce nonfiction 
A given charge and I’ll blow 
Son of friction 
Once again 
Officer has chosen me to wrongly accuse 
No mistakes 
The privilege has been to longly abused 
Swearing the good book, the got warrants 
Monroe’s PD as scandalous as hot torrents 
Illegally born 
Another uniformed eagle torn 
Blah Blah, just another kid blaming a cop 
In your eye sight 
I remain the criminal to be stopped 
I’m everything you could never be 
An image of purity, but doubt you’ll ever see 
So gather my remains from the noose you keep
Form:

Premium Member Artistic license

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     Studying for an English Literature degree allows you to develop a thorough knowledge of literary history, theory, and criticism, and enhances your under- standing of a wide range of cultures and intellectual traditions. There are four main literary genres: poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and drama. < i'm like "Fruit Loops", i mix'm up ;)
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     Specific branches of linguistics include sociolinguistics, dialectology, psycholinguistics, computational linguistics, historical-comparative linguistics, and applied linguistics.
     Types of Linguistics
Phonology: The sounds in a speech in cognitive terms.
Phonetics: The study of sounds in a speech in physical terms.
Syntax: The study of the formation and structure of sentences.
Semantics: The study of meanings.< i lover uv)
Morphology: The study of the formation of words. < mine mistress ')
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Form: Bio

Premium Member Fishing For Answers

Another Friday has arrived 
No meat I do sigh 
I eat the fishes from Saint Peter’s wishes 
Fried or grill 
The sea food fits the sacrificial concept bill 
Bring the tarter 
For a starter 
While other condiments enhance
This feeding chance 
But all one is doing is not eating meat 
Isn’t the fish just as sweet?
As that piece of meat? 
Purpose is not to give up 
Instead raise a cup 
In remembrance of Saint Peter and the stand he took 
Referenced in the holiest book
The letters and readings published in the text 
Have for centuries earned one’s respect 
We believe these are nonfiction accounts 
Explaining human civilization and what it is all about
Yes, these stories are supposedly are true 
Written by those who saw biblical power plays through 
Today’s 2020 Lenten year 
We state without a tear 
Enormous things have been taken away 
Before the 2020 resurrection day 
I can say stand by one’s belief 
By showing in 24 hours going without eating any beef 
This challenge will make one strong 
While waiting for those to confess on what they did in 2020 was wrong
Form: Rhyme

Sugar Daddy

It was hard for her husband and child to believe what she had done.
She ran off with a sugar daddy and abandoned her husband and son.
She did her husband wrong but I believe what she did to her son was worse.
She was a greedy woman who decided to put money first.
She was dumped by her sugar daddy and she asked her husband if he would take her back.
Her husband said No when she returned because intelligence is something he doesn't lack.
He told her that she left them once and he wouldn't give her a chance to do it again.
This woman loved money too much and ended up having to pay for her terrible sin.
She thought she could reconcile with her husband but she didn't succeed.
She abandoned her husband and son, stupidity is often caused by greed.

(Sadly, this is a true story about a man who I met)
Form: Rhyme

I Am Thankful For

Standing here I begin 
to take in my worth 
So much I have achieved 
to date on this earth 
My mind drifts back as my 
face is kissed by a breeze
Blessed through life, struggles 
never being at ease 
I have my children who are 
my joy and my pain 
They have helped me in 
remaining blissfully sane 
One marriage, but even if 
it didn't work out you see 
I could never be with one 
who'd not let me be me 
I'm raising a child and it 
doesn't matter she not mine 
I love  her unconditionally, 
as if it was by design 
Never questioned any of my 
life's major decisions 
They've always led me through 
life's insightful visions 
I'm always learning I've never 
done anything 100% right 
But I've learned from my mistakes 
it's a never ending fight 
Grateful for my friends on soup,
you've all been so great 
Each of you with your amazing 
talent and unique traits 
I love how we are continually 
growing you see 
Each new day we are never 
who you once use to be 
Take pride in your struggles 
they help you to grow 
So very many lessons in life 
I've learned, I'll never just plateau
So I take inventory of my life, 
announcing my benediction 
Spreading words of what I'm grateful for, 
my story of nonfiction
Form: Rhyme

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