Long Notepads Poems

A Place Not Meant To Be
           
PART: II            (699 of 1487 words)

#9: Days of...

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Dear New Poet,
Don't you just love modern poetry! So free to be ourselves in so many fun forms. Never mind the sonnet or finding a rhyme for bonnet. Just ideas flowing to express what one...

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She wonders about me so pitifully misinformed
But I'd rather she despise me than let her know the truth
A crazy decision; doesn't make sense and
I wonder what she thinks I'm doing
Can't even explain it to myself

Consequences,...

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[This is a Metaphysical Poem, though I’ve classified FREE VERSE since poetrysoup does not have a Metaphysical Category. I’ve uploaded a reading of poem on YouTube channel @ghairodanielspresence in Shorts section. ThkU for read ]

WOOHOO...

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ummm...just some quick thoughts... check and reflect 
I sit and dissect derelicts with dialect deliberately
I think with this pen and as soon as the ink sinks in ,it instantly producing imagery
Some say it’s a gift,...

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(A repost from 2019)

My favorite aunt is dying.. cancer, quiet and consuming as a flame..

Seven short weeks ago she was easily doing an hour of step aerobics, unaware of this intruder, this murderer within. Now...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: U And I Are Different
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: November/1987


U and I are different
    we choose/not 2b
what NOTS  R -

We know/that
NOTS-R-nots,
and

They know/who
they/R -

EaCh and EVerY one
of them R SNobS,
who don't give a...

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I lost myself inside the rhythms last night
Soul roll out these speakers
‘Cuz the boom bap blast right

Too many rappers wanna smash mics
But I cradle notepads
And travel pen strokes like nomads

Fakes just don’t have the gonads
To...

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Their grinning heads cover the fields for acres
A sea of happy mini suns, welcoming us to Kansas.
We stare, amazed, having no idea this was possible.
There are photo moments and we take them all.

A gift shop...

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Over 1200 poems I have constructed, written
bled, cried for, endured tremendous insanity
What do I have to show for it...
just more pencils, just more pens
5 more unused notepads
and a decaying, boring, repetitive, bland outlook on the...

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For decades I waited 
and you did not come 
to listen to my rude insertion 
finger a sound at the back of 
my throat and the vibration 
of my name

For decades I wanted to 
meet...

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I haven’t written in a while

I seem to have lost my voice

I'm not sure where or when it left me

Or where to find it

I have a feeling its in different pieces

Shards of echoes

splattered inside old...

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Follow the poet to the bottom
Their scrivened souls lead there
Electric verbs and climatic curves
Stoking notions of hoisted up hairs

Winding down the patchy canyon
To laurel beds on librettos grind
Waterfall nerves and augury spurs
Urging seshat to wield...

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At the end of the night,
you walked her up to the door in the light.
What you expected next would be a delight.
You did not get that goodnight kiss.
Your girl discovered there was something amiss.
While you...

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#9:  Days of Paper Roses

Do the numbers--dogs don't count--just survives!
Then everything, be as close enough, still,
of this and that, thoughts begin and end, thrives,
truth betold, none were measured boundless will.
There's a bold statement, typed...

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When I was in kindergarten.

I learned to write.

Between snack time and recess.

We had sharp pencils.

We weren’t trusted with pens and their ink.

We learned about letters.

We learned about penmanship.

We learned about perfection.

Now I’m 19.

I’ve just discovered...

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Back then before upheavals upheaved,
people were gracious
but lacked a common sorrow -
it made them a little dull.

Occasionally a local danger
would excite but rejoicing
and grieving never became universal.

Then came the Messengers,
the Messiahs.  Devils
followed them like...

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You never know when,
a “black death” thumb instead of a “green” one,
will murder your flowers while,
you’re on vacation.

Co-workers, well-meaning;
can slaughter your workplace joy
if you ask them to,
plant-sit in your absence.

Like the pet hamster that,
you had...

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