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I see suddenly clearly
through the window
while we await
our soup, an
ordinary man,
features cratered and
puzzled. He wanders
about in search
maybe of a place.
He speaks to
an invisible face
and hears through something
mounted on his ear.
The attachment is
a very thin thread.
He carries packages.
The world around him
looks like a jumble of bubbles.
But it's really a vacuum.
I realize how
un-assuring the wind is,
as he is tethered
far from birth.
Many of them walk,
straight on their missions,
tethered on thin threads.
They all take chances,
venturing far from sleep.
Yet there is a place, somewhere. They
emerge from,
a warm feathered nest,
a bed, a voice not kind
but familiar.
Dear Sprouting Rhymers,
To me, modern poetry could be most simply put as “everything”,
everything that you see, experience or feel put into words.
Everything written to evoke thought and feeling in others can be poetry.
A most basic example could be a tear, one lonely teardrop.
What is the journey of a tear, what feelings caused it to emerge?
What meaning does it convey? What does it say to you
and what do you want others to see or feel?
The possibilities are endless.
Should I be able to share anything of value to others would be
very gratifying from my humbled perspective, so I will
offer the following.
The best poems stem from truth, your truth.
When you are in the mood to write, do not hesitate. Times
will come when you wish you were inspired.
Ideas come at the oddest times, at concerts, at dinners,
at the grocery store, in dreams. Record them.
Write about what you see.
Let your passion guide you.
Don’t be afraid to take chances. Risks are worth it even
If you fail. Growth is sometimes painful.
Respect rules and learn from those you admire.
Study and attempt all forms of poetry. There is so much
more to poetry than rhyming
Do not be afraid to ask for help.
Have fun!
Having started writing later in life, I can only say that I wish I
had done so much earlier. I have enjoyed enormous satisfaction
in discovering that I could contribute something of beauty to the world.
I love to write about romance and summer and sunsets
and things that are silly.
Favorite reference sources are Poetrysoup and Wordhippo,
My favorites of the poems that I have written are:
My Blue Valentine
One can speak of Sunset
The Writes of Romance
If You Weren’t Such a Nut Meg
Confessions of a Renoir
Needles in the Snow
The Forgotten One
A Concrete Heart
Hot Summer Ecstasy
Golden Torture Looms
My literary background is purely that of an amateur. From
as far back as I can remember, I always liked to write and tell
stories. It wasn’t until I experienced a personal tragedy, a few years
ago, that I felt the need to put my feelings into writing as a way
of healing. Since then, I have not stopped and I write nearly every day.
A suggestion for title: There’s a Poet in Everyone
(A Guide for Beginners)
Good Luck!
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May I please say before we start
that I am PERFECT for this part?
It's in my SOUL.
You might as well go lock the door,
cuz right here's what you're looking for.
I AM this role!
But why take chances? Just in case,
I've put plans B and C in place.
(So I'm not not stiffed)
Lets just say I have money, dear.
Who couldn't use a twenny here?
*wink*.... catch my drift?
Need more to prove that I'm no slouch?
Just show me to the casting couch.
THAT talent's free...
.........
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No - thank YOU, Sir!! When's best to call?
I just KNEW once you'd seen it all...
Oh............... You'll call ME...?
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We’ll be leaving in a day or three. School’s starting again soon, so I’m taking some last summer looks around.
When it’s vacation time I want vetted recreation - who wants to take chances?
Last spring, in the last few weeks of school, on the metro or when I should be studying, or on cold nights - when I should’ve been studying - I’d try to visualize these pactolian Héraclée beaches.
The bright, exclusive, Héraclée summer sun - that electrically-radial herald of beachy fun - bestriding a seaside indigo summer sky - like a fiery, winged messenger of heaven-spun blessings.
Hemingway, a man who lived in pedestrian Florida, wrote that the French Riviera was ‘the garden of Eden.’ Picasso said, ‘in sunflower sun, the clean, quartz-grained sand of Saint Tropez glitters like diamonds.’
Héraclée is slower, wilder and more natural than touristy Saint Tropez and its beaches are practically deserted. Craggy hills slope down to a pristine shoreline, where the sand is as soft as cotton.
We’re at a private area, where ‘plage-attendants’ (severs) circulate among vanilla colored cabanas, dressed in understated, tans and beiges - silently delivering food, amenities and drinks.
Waves chatter a timeless prose that lulls you to trance in cool bungalow shadows - this mile of riviera strand - totes private - is clothing optional.
The heat of the day brings out fragrant scents of native scrub blossoms - jasmine, rosemary, mimosa and thyme, sea salt and umbrella pine to produce aromatherapy-like fragrances that seemingly dissolve time.
This shore of sanctuary, where the scented air itself seems to compose rhyme, has always been a poet’s muse - with its golden afternoons and moonlit, tinsel-flecked tides.
Héraclée is whatever you want it to be - you’re free to inhabit multiple polarities.
It’s not, in fact, heaven - but it’s close.
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Songs for this:
Don't Forget the Sun - The Explorers Club
Summer Girl (Bonus Track) by HAIM
Finding perfect love takes more than effort and grit,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of hay;
lucky you, if you can find it on a very sunny day...
when that joy is captured and held into your firm grip.
Finding a rare rose without thorns isn't very easy,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of hay;
at first, you may suddenly give up and be lonesome again,
but what would you gain, if all your search were done in vain?
Finding a faithful heart among those that love to cheat,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of the hay;
don't choose a narrow road and straddle on your feet...
take chances when nothing can turn into hard clay.
Finding perfect love is not loving foolishly and then quickly cleave,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of hay;
why wait for a rainbow...if the storm has gone away?
Change yourself and be that someone who promises not to leave.
The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year
Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November
With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need
Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed
The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact
That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that
They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing
Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances
In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day required
The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 23rd
On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside
Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life
In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange
Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain
The Gambler…
The Gambler…
I asked my mother, she didn’t hear.
I asked my father; he was in fear.
I asked my teacher, he didn’t know;
he turned toward me, ready to blow.
I ask some questions and wonder why.
What happens to us when we all die?
What happens to grapes when become wine?
All sweet and lovely, heavenly fine.
What happens within a dark black cloud?
Shouting and laughing thundering loud!
What is the meaning of life as is?
Learning to lose, and losing it is!
Life is a gamble with no winning hand.
Sooner or later, losing demand.
Hope to have a chance for one more game;
losing and losing no one to blame.
We take chances, sometimes with an Ace!
Nothing is certain but lose with grace.
Another chance, with another glance;
wishful and happy, ready to dance.
No matter aces, no matter kings;
all of us losers, even the kings.
Haloo
6/2014
Mankinds actions are motivated by status or money,
we're not hunter gatherers that kill in this society,
people take chances on advantageous circumstances,
grab it in a glance through vantage and see advances.
Call it selfish or intelligent but these ways are relevant,
the powerful elevate through the system,
others don't and fall down becoming the equivalent
of a pet rock, alienated victims.
The thing to remember is a lot of our knowledge is theory,
some can be proven but most can't be,
theories with unavoidable flaws are theories less likely,
but still believed as fact, by many, not me.
In history nearly all were uneducated, mankind has never had a clue,
this allowed stories to spread and in time they became "true",
through their age, tradition, or heritage now still believed by quite a few,
motive created these stories and with time their strength grew.
1% believers ignorant to basic mathematics,
Lucifer, and religious believers tell tales most emphatic,
theories with flaws yet people devote to this septic,
but all these ideas are man made as a tactic.
Fear equals control,
control equals possessions,
possessions equal wealth,
wealth equals status,
status means power,
and power makes mean,
some call this status "elite".
As in untouchable, above all and living the dream,
historically an elite there definitely has been,
Emperors, warlords and Kings and Queens,
now mostly dissolved the elite can't be seen.
The pyramid structure or the leader of the pack,
humans live in a way that sees layers stack,
the elite lead the way and we all follow through,
their greed and selfish power actually benefits you.
So maybe that's why ignorance is our natural fashion,
things we've no idea of we tend to believe with passion,
but we are told knowledge the same as those in the old days,
stories, theories or ideas, taught and accepted in the same ways.
Ignorance is the balance to curiosity,
unlike the cat, we climbed out the tree,
curious enough to leave the caves,
these two the key and lock to how we behave.
This poem is full of ignorance, I do as we do,
I could be right, truth is, I havent got a clue.
Life taking a second
Pause for a moment
Reflection a wonder
Hard lesson in preparation
Theory throughout
Complexity living
Exploring directions
Conquering what’s holding me back
Attempting moving forward is a struggle
Every step being a depth of every breath
Time is steadily revolving, and I don’t even have a clue on where to start
Do I start or depart?
Books are full of concepts, stories and chapters of events
I don’t have that kind of time
I must make time
Seeing life as the full picture
Believing in what I can overcome
Improve what can be transformed
Mind connection
Thinking beyond any book into wise
The mirror seeing the reflection of self
Being why I was created to achieve
Promise with a direction
Novice approach
Learning being knowledge
Mindset determination
Impact of my own footsteps
Journeys through the preparation
Hard as it is and the knock downs
Achievements that can be made
Not scare to take chances
Trials and Errors periodic methodology
Courage showing no fear
Challenging principles beyond
Book knowledge in destination promise
Life chapters
Aspect theories
Expectations
My own bookmark aniseed
Wonder not, but believe more.
It’s nice to win a contest.
I know I, for one, have tried;
But I read about one recently
In which the winner died.
Some folks think if something’s risky
That the glory’s more intense,
Which is why they may take chances
When a contest makes no sense…
Like the one on Broward County:
Eating roaches was its goal;
And the winner, thirty-two years old,
Thought he was on a roll.
He defeated all contenders
But he got no prize; instead
He collapsed and just like what he ate,
He ended up quite dead.
There’s a moral to this story:
Watch out for the things you eat
And determine if it’s worth it
When deciding to compete.