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Authority figures, teachers and scholars
Tell me to think for myself;
Then grade my answers right and wrong
Based on an answer key kept on the shelf.
Write a poem that’s unique and original;
No structure - of your own free verse,
But before you put pen to paper,
Please listen to these strict rules first.
You will never get anywhere in life
If you don’t conform to societal rules;
I’m told by mentors in lemming suits
Taking me for one of their fools.
“Flowers are red young man,
And green leaves are green.”
Quoted from the verse of a Harry Chapin song;
Words I find so very obscene.
So give me an “F” and flunk me out,
Cause I finger my nose at you,
Tell me my free verse doesn’t conform
To its definition in your view.
I go to the formal in my birthday suit;
I use the salad fork to eat my meat;
I don’t care to conform for conformity’s sake
And don’t care if you find my position weak.
Be proud of yourself for sticking to your guns
And being exactly like every other clone;
I have no problem being the only one
Living on my own island all alone.
I’ll write a poem and call it free verse,
Or call it Charlie or Plankton or Pete,
And chuckle at those I’ve offended so
Knowing my portfolio is quite complete.
The poet in me’s private and reserved for here and now
To express myself in normal life, I never quite knew how
The words I write are heartfelt and can cut straight to the bone
I write of thoughts and feelings that only I can own.
If ideas of that I dream could not find life in rhyme
The person that I could have been would just be lost in time
A life that’s kept on record in thinly picture painting meaning
All my raw emotions spilling out, with very little screening
I share my life with readers that will never truly know me
With words that open up a side, that real life will not see.
Is the poet that lives in others the same that lives in me?
Does he hide your true persona, leaving you anonymously free?
The poet in me’s cunning; some words not always true.
But what you see is all you get. The rest left up to you.
Her writes are touching
They bring tears to your eyes
You can sense her fears
From the woman inside
Through the eyes of another
Saying " the time has come "
To begin the climb
Towards the sun
The other side
Under the moonlit sky
Suicide, feelings of
The questions, why?
Please forgive me
Today's the day
I'm finally free
No looking back for me, as I pray
It's now or never
Please remember me
My hidden thoughts
Will set me free
I have a dream
So far away
I believe it's time
Don't cry when you say
Goodbye
I wonder, I remember
Life is to short
On reflection
The above I abort
On the wings of an angel
I will travel one day
But until that time
This lost soul will stay
Dear Lord
Is there a heaven?
A little precious angel says
My family, love and faith
Will see me through my days
Having read a poets poems yesterday, i wrote this using the titles
to her sad, but heartfelt pieces
~ ~ And the ladies name is Colleen Bono ~ ~
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php
I had this crazy dream
It's the one that keeps you interested
If your me, you'll know what I mean
To ignore your self resisted
So deep in slumber I went
On this night of required sleep
It's the snooze we always dream of
Into dreams of abyss deep
Through pages of looming clouds
As they fluttered in dreamy breeze
Many words I could see in my reach
Like winter leaves, on crying trees
Enticing in dream like flow
My two eyes can't be everywhere
I'm like a Rabbit caught in dreams headlights
In slow motion action I stare
Scattered yesterdays are all around
When I grasp they crumble to dust
Past words in anagram free
My steel beams now reduced to rust
In drift I try to imagine
Day to day life without the soup
It's a sentence I Just can't comprehend
Once tall and proud, I'm painful in daily stoop
Ah, life would surely be tasteless without a ladle of Soup each day!
Ah, the variety of delectable verse to choose from that bountiful buffet!
There is romantic verse, hot and spicy, to warm the cockles of the heart!
Inspirational and insightful poems from the poets' very souls to impart!
So delightful are the witty and humorous ditties that evoke a grin,
And so are the spiritual writes that warn us against the perils of sin!
We learn so much from the historical ballads written by our creative peers,
And read of the vicissitudes of life that bring the hardest of hearts to tears!
Others write of the brave deeds of soldiers that swell our breasts with pride.
Still, others write of the grandeur of God's Creation so great and wide!
'Tis so pleasing to read glowing tributes to others written from the soul!
We enjoy tales of cowboys, their saddle sores and favorite watering hole!
Poetry Soup offers splendid opportunities for budding poets and is first rate,
But the folks who ladle out the Soup to receptive minds are what make it great!
Ah, life would certainly not be complete without my Soup 'fix' each day!
Ah, the variety of delectable verse to choose from that bountiful buffet!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in David Williams' "Life Without Soup" Contest - February 2012
What intimacy is its cause,perhaps
an immaculate conception of words;
too swift to comprehend,see or
recognise.The moment is there
and then is not.Gone with the wind
the seed of idea remains, to
germinate and gestate,fanned by a
mental fragrance of elation.Slowly
self-transcending a word into a phrase,
a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme
rides a waterfall of cadence,
into a chasm of verse. Terse or
long, the sonnet becomes a little song,
struggles to arrive.Thrust forth upon
my page;a bastard-born of pain,
ancestry unknown,no more to roam
Hear me read this poem aloud here http://youtu.be/GiD8JdYi-jw
and my other video poetry at this link
http://youtube.com/ichthyschiro
I started writing when I was young
of all the things that I had done.
the girls I met, whose hearts Icouldnt win
the places I worked.
The situations I was in
Every now and then I would put pen to paper
and I would begin.
I wrote to get it off my chest
at the time it was for me the best.
Im still writing today ,only in a different way.
I write not so much as frust .
This time its more a must.
Im writing for all to see ,
and thats now what pleases me.
Twenty-nine words to write my story
Twenty-nine words is all I’ve got
Twenty-nine words is my limit
Twenty-nine words, then I'm through
Twenty-nine words to write my poem
I’ve got to get started
Twenty-nine words is not too many
Many words have parted already
Twenty-nine words to write my rhyme
Twenty-nine words to write my verse
Twenty-nine words I’ve got to get started
Twenty-nine words – I’m out of luck
1. Twenty-nine
2. Words
3. To
4. Write
5. My
6. Story
7. Is
8. All
9. I’ve
10. Got
11. Limit
12. Then
13. I
14. Through
15. Poem
16. Get
17. Started
18. Not
19. Too
20. Many
21. Have
22. Already
23. Parted
24. Verse
25. Rhyme
26. I’m
27. Out
28. Of
29. Luck
The truth lies between silence
wisdom, knowledge, and deception
it lies between politicians and big business men
supreme court judges and prosecutors
who be doing the sentencing
and the ones who know are too
afraid to come forward because fear is
what they be living in, and why I fight to expose
the truth the ones who fight to keep it hidden
be collecting big checks and
counting their dividends
The Truth lies between stupidity and ignorance
a lot of niggas talk that gangsta, gang banging
trappin, gun totting, killa life
they tell me to get it how I live so I'm livin Christ-Like
the truth lies between family ties and
business partners, peace makers, risk takers
the ones that wanna see someone do good
and the people that we call haters
it lies between savoring the moment
and those who are
outspoken, heartbroken, they say stop snitching
or your loved ones gettin a death certificate notice
the truth lies between me and them friends and enemies
trusting in man and puttin faith in the one who was
and who will always be with me
I'm no mathematician
But I can do the sums
It's collusion to cartel
By devious literary ones
This was brought to my attention
By a person so clever can be
It all added up when counted
It came as no surprise to me
There must have been discussions
To determine their road to writes
To be leaders of their community
Collusion to cartel, ain't right
This pathetic desire to win
Patting each other on the back
Where's the fairness in this
For this, this two do lack
I finish of this quatrain
Disgusted at what I have been told
Under their fellow poets noses
These two in literary cold
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/writing.php