I’ll never be a real writer it seems
For like apple cider it doesn’t agree
With me I can’t do all the various things
The forms the charms and near rhyming
But I can do I’ll sandy say of myself
I’m persistent passionate despite how I spell
Perhaps good writers aren’t perfect as well
Perhaps they never arrive and thrive being there
Your own unique voice. You’re your own boss.
Sprinkle of humble and profound words.
Speaking in tongues that often crisscross.
Ink takes flight as experiential and seasonal birds.
Sprinkle of humble and profound words.
A smattering of what’s mattering in life.
Ink takes flight as experiential and seasonal birds -
The suffering, the woe, the pain, and strife.
A smattering of what’s mattering in life -
the smear of buttery imagery and ebonic light.
The suffering, the woe, the pain, and strife.
Poetics give the silent - speech, and the blind - sight.
The smear of buttery imagery and ebonic light.
A cruel twist of fate or a brilliant cliffside cascade.
Poetics give the silent - speech, and the blind - sight.
Forms, style, rhymes, refrains, freedom displayed.
A cruel twist of fate or a brilliant cliffside cascade.
Speaking in tongues that often crisscross.
Forms, style, rhymes, refrains, freedom displayed.
Your own unique voice. You’re your own boss.
12/23/2022
I just missed the contest! Oh well! Hope you all enjoy!
With one hand behind my back
I slash and stalk
With deft steps and careful tack
I counter and block
I slash and stalk
My foe
I counter and block
Searching for the final blow
My foe
Offers no complaint to
Searching for the final blow
And bares its throat on cue
Offers no complaint to
An ending soon to come
And bares its throat on cue
To put an end to this scrum
An ending soon to come
I counter and block
To put an end to this scrum
I slash and stalk
Triolets have an interesting pattern ABaAabAB
It is a mystery to me how this pattern evolved
With some attributing it to a lazy poet, you see,
Triolets have an interesting pattern ABaAabAB.
A Triolet has no C, and, clearly no need for a D
If the poet makes it through line 6, problem solved
Triolets have an interesting pattern ABaAabAB
It is a mystery to me how this pattern evolved.
Written October 5, 2022
the right utensils
create swift words on paper
paper comes alive
If I but had the basic raw nerve and wit
I would show a few folks how to do it:
“Write a line or two with good rhythm and rhyme”
On Poetry Soup, however, that would be a crime!
We have some folks who write marvelous gibberish
If I may say, but, of course, I’m being somewhat devilish;
On the other hand, I have tried to understand their verse
Reading them frequently, they’ve gotten worse and worse!
Interestingly, they are convinced they write like William Shakespeare,
But truth is, nothing about their poorly-written, so-called, poetry is clear,
Misspellings, poor syntax, and lack of a discernible theme
Well, now, they make me throw up my hands and scream!
May I suggest, if you are remotely caring, get up to speed
Please, take time to read some great master poets, indeed!
This is a poetry site, or so I have been led to believe
And, with effort, writing good lines is easy to achieve.
Tossing random words onto a page willy-nilly
And calling it poetry, is simply plain silly!
Written December 27, 2021
60th on Poetry Soup's BEST NEW POEMS LIST
January 26, 2022
I absolutely hate it when I write drivel
I’m thinking my brain is starting to shrivel,
And nothing coming out of it appears civil
Writer’s block is making my head swivel,
Perhaps I’ll take a fetal position and snivel,
Right now, I’m feeling incredibly superficial!
written December 24, 2021
I really believe poetry contests are beneficial
But I find myself writing lines so artificial
Trying to win a fleeting notice or score a trophy
That I lose sight of writing good, quality poetry.
Various requirements sometimes put me off
I think I’d rather be on the links playing golf
Instead of spending hours cramping my style
Writing a poem that might only bring a smile.
I desire to write some memorable, quality lines
Not limited to theme, or odd-prompt, confines
And think I’ve written something that will last
Even coveting a rare place with greats of the past.
Of course, I know the best wrote some apologies
That only a few of their poems made anthologies
Many never read until the poet was long gone
We never saw those poems meriting only a yawn.
So, I’m going to turn over a new leaf and see
If writing poems I like makes for a happier me
Entering only contests accepting the poems I write
Instead of writing poems a “sponsor” will cite.
written October 29, 2021
The most gifted poets who ever wrote
Occasionally penned gibberish and tripe
Even Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Keats
Sometimes were at a loss for words
In exchange for a royal coin or a token
Valued principles were sometimes broken
Even poets will follow the popular herds
To sit with the noted, the famous elites,
Writing mediocre poems of every stripe
I pluck my own beam, seeing their mote.
written June 16, 2021
Writings are written for the time in which they're penned
Writing is not honest if it's afraid to offend
A writer cannot trouble themselves over how their words will age
Otherwise no writers ink would ever reach the page
In looking at the musings of pieces from years gone
It's useful to keep it in the frame of what was going on
You may think the words have no place in our modern day
You may pick it all apart and judge the things they say
You may call the ideas crass and disbelieve the words
But you can only disbelieve if you once believed it first
The only way change comes around, the only way we grow
Is by exploring ideas and themes where others dare not go
Let these writings do exactly as authors intend
Let them make you stop and think, and yes, even offend
Cancel culture says it's wrong, but here's a little tip
To me it sounds an awful lot like ing censorship
Let writers now right for today
Let writers past have their say
And when old ideals start to stray
Let future writers pave the way
A bit of time I take
when I sit down to labor on the Minichu
I want to make.
I’m better now
when writing Minichu brand new.
But how?
Well, I
practice! You too -
try!
A bit of time I take
when writing Minichu brand new.
Try!
Oct. 29, 2020
for Mohan Chutani's
Let's Minichu On Writing Or Not Writing A Minichu Poetry Contest
When cold winds blow
I turn to the page
blank and waiting
to become something more.
I write verse and prose
while the world
goes on without me.
I am the sun
and the meadow
on a winter day
while outside
a fall of snow.
The one I once knew
is a vision
my guiding light
s story and verse
while I must tell
others and others alike
that love never dies.
Pantoums are like Rubik's cubes, but not as satisfying to throw.
Writing a poem
You can read hundreds of books by famous writer
and learn of their stories how to write.
You can read other poets work and learn the craft
of poetry, there are so many styles, in the end
you can sit down and write a perfect poem and
it will be admired for its style and perfection,
yet by doing so, it is still not a proper poem
because the poet is hiding his emotion and honesty
in aptness that is a barrier to the truth
For without the integrity and passion the poem
will be a perfectly executed poem, it may win laurels
and win in a competition, but it is still words that
will remain so as a demonstration of the art of writing
but it will never be a poem.
Keep on writing
I don't know why do I write on you
Why the eyes blink to the thought of your eye lash kajal
Beauty change like you care when you shy
Keep on writing about you when my heart leave a message that why should i beat
long time has been past to see my shadow which cry with my name that when she would come and give a hug
Ohh my dear this is not a poem nope it's a sound of my words
It's a little drop off dry mountain where I sleep day and night to think when my eyes gets open for keep alive on writing
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
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