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1/28/15
What is the golden rule?
Don't let the money grab control and hold of you
Unless you think being full of yourself and having a heart of coal is cool
After a goal or two
You now think your too cold to fool
When you roll through in an old school
But the galaxy's inhabitants souls grew
After taking in the whole view
What was originally told true
Turned out to be another trick for a stolen jewel
It's easy to anger and speak before thinking when you have input
But use your brain and think about all the sacrifice your ancestors and kin took
During an ice age as branches moving in the wind shook
Why is it such a big deal to focus on appearances and how another's skin looks?
You decide what to believe in books
By: Dalton Ogletree
Wanna go back to my poetic cauldron, the ink boils within me, pass me the spoon, minds and souls have went long without. Need I be punished for starving the nation, sprinkling my artistic expression, the aroma reverberates with poetic reverence, tasting glands oozes ravenously, sauces of creativity fills my hand, edible to the soul too,
marinate the mind with creative expressions, like an artist painter, paint spots all over my poetic kitchen, in my artistic kitchen crockery and cutlery of spirit evokes words, fill the cauldron to brim, multitudes are to be served, a poetic meal, entice the smell sense, as appetites widens, one belly after the other,
I serve the voiceless, the trapped, the surrendered and those who left this this earth not fed, for in my cauldron ingredients of life giving, competes. Lemme put flesh to these poetic bones and feed life back to this poetic body, it's in my poetic cauldron I wanna go back to
#Poetic_Ink
imagery within me avail-
as I amble,down and vale
emily:is a 2(or sometimes 3) line paradox form(i labelled it thus,inspired by Emily Dickinson poem 1732).
It may or may not have a title,uses a word with separate meanings,(or one that sounds the same,with a different spelling) with the intention to mean several things,therby to enhance the thought's ambiguity/enigma.
ED 1732 begins: My life closed twice-
before it's close
SHAKESPEARE's Romeo& Juliet:
ask for me tomorrow-
and you will find a grave man
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass with purple vetch & ribwortplantain, clover in English rain.Scabious,burnets buttefliesand bees hawthorn and scented woodruff.Briar brambles sprawl,in dogrose so tall above harts-tongue The thinking eye,the abstract made visible a spatial convergence ,now liberated.
Imaginary ,incomplete feelings,beacons of vivacity,profound and positive.Intense inner sounds,a polyphony,the poet's soul,unfazed&free.Seabank with scattered seaweed & feathery fennel in aniseed;Alexander’s leaves so green this tender cusine.Welcome wholesome fat hen,vibrant shoots the vimen in Lamb’s lettuce in Jack-in-the-hedge in wild radish,cress&chive,where majoram &sweet cicely thrive.Seabeet,and chard also survive.Wild parsnip the confectioner,tansy to savour.Stinging nettles so green,peppermint oil pick-me-up, in coltsfoot syrup cup.
3/9/15
He was unable to go far
Without any sonar
While below stars
He looked up and said "Hello Mars"
As he held onto a crowbar
While walking past a sign that said mopar
He knew that everybody had their own scars
After a change in rhetoric
He would never quit
For the heck of it
After he got a better grip
During every trek and trip
No matter how harshly the weather hit
In this planet
He was thankful for the wisdom granted
And moved systematic
As he turned on every single switch of static
From a room inside a hidden attic
He had a sudden vision which was graphic
It was disturbing
But the first thing
He did was change his wording
Then he continued searching
And working
As an earthling
With efforts focused on conserving
Because it was sterling
alabaster aardvark allows
banished blue booby
cobblestone cracks
during Dubuque’s disastrous date
effervescent egrets
feel felonious and free
giving giant giraffe gratitude
high-fiving hilarious hyenas
illustrious indigo iguana
jokily justifies
kangaroo’s curious kindness
luxurious llama laughs
mangy monkey mimics
noisy next-door neighbor
ornery oustanding ostrich of Oz
provokes prissy persnickety peacock
querulously quarrels with quick quail
resident rodent rushes
sassily sure-footed and serious
temperate tarantula turns
under universal udder
variegated villainous veins
willingly walk weirdly
‘xciting ‘xacting ‘xtraordinary
yellow yang yaks
zing in zigzag zones, zeroing alabaster aardvarks
3/6/15
Where an everlasting breeze exists
Across the trees and cliffs
It was just me and a ship
Lost at sea adrift
I didn't really need a wish
Because I believed in gifts
As I continued to feed the fish
While remembering to plead the fifth
I wondered if I was really gone, would I ever be missed
No matter how choppy
The waters got I would not let it stop me
Even though the shores were always rocky
And it would be rather difficult to get out scot free
It was no time to be sloppy
So after several cups of coffee
I no longer felt like a zombie
And left when it was foggy
Even though to some it would've been kamikaze
I made it and took a moment to celebrate at a palm tree
Then when I was home, I copied
The answers to life on a floppy
While others were bragging and boasting about a bugatti
I hit them with the force of a tsunami
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
I need a massive shot of adrenaline
In order to restart my poetry He - Art
So petty , pretty please
Go ahead stick it in me
Ink me give me your best shot
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
And pray God willing , any form of reaction
Dredge my Pen of this pesky Invisible Ink
Bring my Pen to life again
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
I am in desperate need of a shot of adrenaline
As i have an Epigram to write
And anything is preferable to my Pens
current anaphylactic comatose state
Buddy can you spare a Epi-Pen
For Maureen McGreavy
Hit me with your Epi- Pen
Epigram Poetry Contest
29 November 2019
10/26/17
"
Either was us or them
Was poor way back when
Mess up and wind up with a bad batch of corn bread
Or a horse head in bed
A sign on the store said
"Another day closer toward the end
Next thing you know you're dead"
A storm ahead
At times the sky above the shores red
Countries and people involved in war again
She told me she wanted to be more than friends
Deposits of ores, worked on then locked behind glass doors as gems
Experienced scorn and dread
Brand new shoes or soles with worn treads
Another lifeform torn to shreds
All across the floor it bled
While wending my way one sunny day
in no particular direction
on stopping for reflection
I took a look at flowers by the rustic fence
beside a gnarled old tree
and was amused to see
beautiful colours and textures
which it seemed to me could only be
a painting picturesque
packed with pinks and reds yellows too
while beyond there lay
a field of green beneath a sky of blue
an avid artist if not gardener
it must have been
to have created
such as the sight I had seen
tho' my words won't describe
don't do justice to the sight I saw
it is etched in my memory
and will remain so evermore