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Many a poet I know a fool
acting like they know-it-all
many a poet I know a tool
acting like "Mr Poet-all"
unknowingly showing me
their knowledge of poetry
has boundaries surrounding
ideas rebounding around
their impounded grounds
only seeing the same repeatedly
nothing new unfortunately
forever under lock and key
belittling anything new they see.
As a poet I'm not especially traditional
more so "special" writing additional
my raw and new to poetry style
unlike those into poetry awhile
so can I now pick the thoughts
of a traditional poet know-it-all
I believe to be caught in restriction walls
appearing to parrot what taught in schools
see if I perceive conviction in their cause
or robotic perspective their memory stores
too Inspect credentials for signs set in stone
content or unambitious toward the unknown
should I see respect or a moody moan
for new styles outside their own zone
Seemingly their priority is to teach all to try to be
writing unoriginally prevent the mind think free
in a strictly stricken view I see crippling you
never trying new or seeking something else to do
you have regulations on how creativity is written
preventing inspiration thus so negatively driven
speculating with unchallenged repetition
as though been tutored to a limit
you're now failing to ascend merited
having starved all but within it.
So please respect my detected inclination at play
but poetry is a creative artform not set in its ways
and those paved paths you pace and wear thin
were once unpaved before their now adored placing
so shouldn't a creative artform progress and not stay there
wouldn't it go on new quests paving unpaved or
invent realise and find in amaze ways new spaces
not be assigned a confined station like railways
instead seek to new roads or train to fly the skies
cus a closed off mind concealed in a cocoon
denies the butterfly wings the room
like a inverted narrow mind blinds clues
let's preserve and branch from the lay of the track
if poetry stays then poetry slacks but if adapts
poetry won't wear weak crumble and crack
recycling the same will only sink in to the black
I don't want to conform to the common or normal
because I see it as a creative short fall.
So why refuse new styles when you could embrace all poetry?
are you a poet or are you a phoney?
A very long time passed between us
Before we met once again
Quite unexpectedly surprisingly
Exchanging very intense looks
Harboring most hungry urges
Possessing the wildest desires
Feeling rebounding emotions
Charged nerves electric and cosmic
Greeting happily and nervously
Walking closely together but unsure
Interested and yet afraid of what
Next could happen . . .
A drink or two or three later at the bar
Then a couple more sitting in the booth
Losing the edge pent up tension from before
Us both now quite talkative
Us both now quite oblivious to time
Us both now quite friendlier
Us both now quite guarded still
We now hold hands remembering
Fun times much laughter much smiling
Depressing times much hurt much unhappiness
Like strangers in the night we really are
But not attracted for the very first time
Ready and wanting to start over again
But not so sure of the “forever” part
Interested and yet afraid of what
Next could happen . . .
And then—suddenly it magically happened . . .
Like destiny taking charge at once
Your touch my touch our touch one touch
Emotions exploding eyes probing hands feeling
Moving closer becoming one and one and one
Breathing faint then excited and more so
Crying sobbing laughing smiling revealing
Our eyes locked rocked as one in a spiral
Saying I missed you so much
Saying you missed me so much
A burning yearning desire a trembling fire
Our lips meet sweetly hungrily with much intent
Our desires at fever pitch ravenous and craving
Igniting our passions on fire on fire on fire on fire
Shutting out the rest of the world—be gone from us
While crying holding caressing kissing openly and deeply
We find each other all over again and again
A giddy feeling of love lost yet love found again
Asking why? How come? How could we? Why not?
This time all is forgiven—our bond unbroken
Our love rediscovered our lives restored
Our personalities mesmerized as one
Our minds in tune same time and channel
Our emotions most electric and having fun
Our oneness whole and most rewarding
Our love and desire both for an eternity
Our hearts' afire our hearts’ desire
Our passions on fire my darling!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 22, 2014) (Free Verse)
Able ability answers all aptitude as attempts at accurate acquisition allows
achievement
Blending bold beauty beside bare body by being basic brain based believers
Circling constant cool casual caring comfort can combine complete class
character control
Developing definite direction does delight during distance driven delving deep
decision
Expecting every extreme effort enters each evolving educated expression easily
entertaining everyone
For frivolous fit fun fans funky freaky fabulous fortuitous fibrillations form fast
fortunes
Generous gift gesture gives guided guesses good genuine glowing gentle
growth governed generously
Holding happy healthy history helps hospitable hungry hip host handle hysterical
happenings
If idea input induces instincts it is important Id issues insight immense individual
intuition
Jerking joy just jams jig jobs jinxing jolly jarring jabs joining justice
Kept knowledge knits knocked knickers keeping keeled kicking knob keepers
knowing
Letting lofty lyrics lift load levels legitimizing learning lessons linking laughing lots
Managing marvelous methods makes melded manners motivate much more
masterful middle mingling
Necessary new nests numb nimble nervous needling never nixing needed
nocturnal nerves
Open opportunity of orating omits other owed ominous odorous oblique ordered
options
Perception plants perspective plus passive playful prominent purity points partly
past permanence
Quizzing quells quibbling quips quietly quoting quality quantum quivering quitting
questions quickly
Root reputation rules respect rebound reflection righting repeat risk rebounding
real roles
Soul sure shows simple signs sensitive strength supports several separate
steady scintillations
Trusting totally takes tempered teachings that totally tip toward tactful thinking
time
Us usually understands urban uttering unless upstanding usurping undoes
unanimous undetermined usage
Version validates valiant virtue visibly viewing valued vanity via visiting virile
venting
Warming waits within when willing wonder washes want with wistful worthwhile
words
X
Y
Z
Form:
They heard a murmur in your chest,
a whisper:
tiny fish lips bulging the surface.
A bubble, a b u r s t,
a blurp of sound
innocent as baby-lung collapses (expansions)
-- a gurgle in the night: taciturn.
You had to swallow a tube
and I know you hated that.
You hated the taste of dependency:
machinery air -- filtered, rancid,
thick like plant water.
You said your throat rasped, your lungs opened
with a sound like a suction cup,
and the machinery h i s s e d, licking its lips for alcohol and cancer.
They took pictures with sound waves,
rebounding them off your reverberating heart
and filling in the dark spaces with oscillating light.
And the whole time your chest continued its phthisic monologue,
whispering in stil.ted rib-cage morse code
-universal SOS, lighthouse wail-
leaving braille on the underside of your sternum
that not even I could
touch.
They said your heart had thickened beyond weakening,
churning your blood like milk into butter,
and I went into the bathroom and screamed myself h o a r s e
water running, hands over ears.
Later you would ask me why I splintered the mirror,
why I placed my palm and pushed
until spider webs spun themselves under my fingers
and bits snapped and sunk like thinthin ice beneath tiny children.
Why I stood in the road on a snowy evening,
arms outstretched,
waiting for the white of winter to consume me.
Why I cried as the shower beat down on me,
fingers searching for life beneath layers of skin:
tiny oval seeds g r o w i n g,
little black masses with tendrils sprouting,
roots delving.
A lump in one breast,
transfigured ellipsoid:
multiplying, metastasizing.
--milky white matter with blue veins extending.
Why?
Because you found a way to die: beautifully, tragically, easily, undoubtedly
and we both know it was me
who wanted to breathe through tubes,
no more heart
murmuring.
Gazing,
Greek letters display of curious origin.
Impregnation skin softly writhing aware letters
Sea
Alpha, Omicron, Tau, Psi, Mu, Rho, pass through all the rest and each other figure 8
Jangling in strange confronting orbits
Gossamer skin flays, the letters
Pulsing, transforming, letter of many letters, blur into the naked moment
Peeling, ghostly skins of finest rice paper move in snapshots.
Antique movie projectors of the future in gleaming metal dimensions provide the beam of data.
Clear butterfly wing skins, of most delicate light composition drift away on sighing notes.
Northerly pinned eyes of cartoon snakes circle round their primitive crayon bodies, snakes scattered, handfuls of straw.
Ivy sneaks, moving snakelike, twisting embrace of delicate moving entwining, tiniest crimson leaves wave and cavort.
I brush them with my hand, a sigh, a shudder.
Rippling passes, a pleasant tremor of metaphysical nostalgia, exhaling-inhaling, large-small eyes go in tremulous quark orbits of no time.
Letters-Snakes-Ivy,
Changing, blue hues pass into yellow moons of eclipsing black-hole pupils.
It is another,another, another, another-another, other, forgetting-remembering, passing, fading, rebounding, incoming, trailing away…
Exultation of indistinct revelation.
Looking, hidden information lurks in creeping shadows that run when thought over.
Forearm falling trapeze into screaming meters, Terror/Enthronement beep rapidly, hyper strobes paralyzed awe droning to absurd levels.
Genie teleporting snapshots poof like insane santas blasting through never-ending chimney floors.
Cessation, Self, Other, Break, Form, Mystery, Spin
Only can appear if vanished first, no first can be found, cannot appear to vanish. Not vanishing, so never appearing.
I am back to myself, gazing at the arm. The arm, the letters, the snakes, the ivy do not contain the thing to know, they are.
I can only follow and behold.
Why is that even a discussion?
Why everything gotta be a competition, a comparison or even a debate?
Michael Jordan was the “GOAT” of his time and generation. LeBron is the “GOAT” of this time and generation. But so is Steph Curry, Kevin Durant, Chris Paul, James Harden, Kyrie Irving, Luka Doncic, Ja Morant, Nikola, Shai, Victor, Giannis… and so was Larry Bird, Dr. J, Magic, Kobe, Wilt, Kareem, Shaq, Dirk…
To be a GOAT in this comparison, it consisted of the help of other teammates as well. No one EVER played a game and scored ALL the points and assisted themselves.
It took a Team effort to help set up those shots made by Michael and LeBron. And that consisted of assisting, rebounding, guarding, defending and also observation and awareness of where that player was positioned on the court when passing him the ball.
And besides, who says they can only have ONE GOAT? Also, why do they have to have a limit? Well guess what? They don’t. There is no limit on how many can be a GOAT.
Have you ever been to a farm and they only had One GOAT on the farm? And by the way, who gets to decide who is a GOAT and who is not? And what makes their decision the final decision?
Do not allow anyone to label you, define your character, or even try to dim your light. And of course, GOATS are not just limited to basketball. Anyone can be a GOAT. Just be the Greatest you that you can be and by doing so, you are indeed your own version of a “GOAT!”
Me, I’m a Capricorn, so I’m born a GOAT, straight out the womb, and that right there ain’t even up for discussion. But then again, LeBron also is a Capricorn… say less.
Anyway, as far as Michael, LeBron and others, everyone has had their moments in time to shine on the courts. So when it comes to who is the GOAT and who ain’t, all I gotta say is Get over all this (G.O.A.T). Yes, “get over all this,” this discussion, because truth be told, there is and was a farm of GOATS on the courts.
Written: January 08, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Di11y Da11y
1. Newton's Laws of Motion:
Third Law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
4. Quantum Superposition:
A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured.
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Oliveros accordion's honeyed
drone flows over chimes
with a soft whistle buoyantly fluting
In between breathes of characters.
We loiter, extraneous,
entangled lives in a state of limbo
Dreams flicker as Schrödinger cat.
Every interaction sends a wave,
and feelings clash within~
The force of love rivalry
is restricted by intangible powers~
As we sink into quiet depths,
Entropy seeps into aged patterns. . .
Instantaneous movements fester,
and longing is frozen in clarity.
Thermodynamics set heat gain or loss,
divided by warmth yields entropy~
Word pulse changes color.
Sound travels across time and space.
Redshifted craves blur instantly.
We hunt memory cobwebs,
navigating over this light-and-dark maze,
constantly seeking the quickest path.
Dreamt corridors bend toward us,
perception distorts the fastest trip home.
All actions have consequences~
We are moved by inert forces,
as time-etched Newton laws.
Rebounding moments shape kismet.
Choices teeter on fate.
Body rhythms align with,
physics quiet concerto.
Schrödinger hoped for our serenity.
Life's diverse quantum spectrums,
each unseen wave or particle is strong,
each minute, a heart Doppler echo,
becomes clearer as entropy slows.
Each action balances the other.
There's a new boy in my life
At least in my eyes
Cause he's off limits
He has a girl and stays committed
But I can't help wanting him
Everytime he walks into a room
Or smiles his secrets smiles
I know if I push hard enough
He could be mines
The things is I am really
Opening up a can of worms
Not just that I want him
Not just that he has a girl
But let's get more to the point
He's real close friends with my ex
How would it look going from one to the next?
Two completely alike personalities
Two similar minds and bodies
Can I help that i'm attracted to
Tall dark and handsome
Dark being my perfered prefrence
Can I help that he makes me smile?
Just as much as the one I lost?
Can I help if he's almost a duplicate
Of the one I used to be with
The one I still care about daily?
Would you call this rebounding?
Cause basically what i'd call it
Is crazy...
O, unbidden rain I welcome you to my garden,
the flowers are thirsty . . . .
We have been w a i t i n g for you
The cosmos, daisies and red roses are hanging their heads
F
A
L
L rain with glistening drops gentle
And with deep love kiss each sweet petal and tender leaf
The vines are reaching out their tendrils t w i n i n g and curling
O, the pleasant petrichor scent, the delightful drip, dripping
Can you hear the flowers s i n g i n g even a green frog yells out . . .
Soothing and calming is this summer downpour,
Under the tin roof of my gazebo, I listen to the score;
Murmuring and whispering in my sadly dropping garden,
Musical, the lovely melody of utter abandon;
Ebbing and fading and then rebounding again,
Reprising over and over, a soulful song beautiful.
Rhapsodic and exuberant the pulsing sortie,
Absolute and utter is my repose, completely;
Impressive and dramatic the swaying foliage,
Nourished and totally free is my spiritual muse.
And it rained all night, becoming quite the storm. Sleep music on the roof
of my home. I lay in bed warm and cozy, listening until my eyes drooped
and closed. I awoke in the morning and the rain had passed but the streets
were flooded and the rain was gushing from the storm runoffs. I went
out to my garden and it was so tranquil and still. It seemed happy and to
me it was a dripping rainforest.
a garden d r i p p i n g
leaves heavy with the wetness-
after the rainstorm
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June 5, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Acrostic/Haibun/O, Unbidden Rain
Copyright Protected, ID 16-797-74-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Rain
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Methinks resurgence of wakefulness
after bewitching hour i.e. midnight
quickly dissipating before dawn
quasi baptism regarding
preternatural soulful immersion
amidst spiritus mundi
foretaste awaiting expiration
regarding corporeal being
yours truly approaching mortality,
despite atheistic predilections
mine consciousness anointed
amist pantheon renown authors
analogous to dead poet society
ephemerally, fleetingly, gloriously
rejuvenated injecting inspiration
channeling, kindling, tindering
divine ethereal effervescence
allowing, enabling, proffering
exquisite jubilant outlook,
albeit phenomenal, quintessential, surreal
flash dancing unbelievable arabesque
spellbinding one garden variety
no name brand mortal
with dizzying evocative
silent springing summer
re: August gifted wordsmiths
avast swath of diverse
literary creative minds
amalgamation spanning
representative creeds, ethnicities,
genders, nationalities, religions...
disembodied spirits
peacefully commingling
immortal legendary outsize resplendent
universally vaunted writers
inaccessible to communicate
become linkedin while
this body (me) electrified
with sensory awareness
merely sneak preview
after life coming attractions,
nonetheless spark zealousness
to hone poetic craftsmanship
never approaching supreme
talent these masters endowed
yet also aspiring
to tamp down intimidation
beholding gold standard
benchmarked excellence
no matter mine deft
flourishes with English language
never earns raves
still enjoyment arises
enamored with kickstarting
indulging reverence expressing
emotions, thoughts, yearnings...
thru milieu courtesy
twenty six symbols,
where dictionary equals Bible
said tome in tandem with thesaurus
treasure trove of untold delight
and affinity since boyhood
until...corporeal flesh
attains posthumous summons.