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OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
And when you open that book
With your expectations
to find the food, exactly how they appeared on the commercial
Disappointment awaits you
Book cover are just as appetising as the delicious food you see on the fliers
But look awkward once ordered
Ignore the advert and order your venom
And when you read your first chapter
Skip unto the last page
and that’s how you finish a thousand pages long prose
but the void in your head
The questions with no answers
Shall motivate you
to reverse unto the first page as your flip page after page
and that’s how you finish a thousand pages long prose
When you close that book
and remember absolutely nothing
Open it for the second time
This time,with a piece paper and a pen
Paint down the important images you encounter
and that’s how you summarise a thousand pages long prose
And when you close that book again
it isn’t the end
maybe it is the end
With all the reading struggles
The sleepless nights and fights
Remember, when you close and hid me in your shelf
I will be right here
Right here in your room,
Should you need me,
This time, hurry before your ants order me
If I open a school,
You’ll worship every rule;
To begin to touch a Tool
A Proven Settled Fool:
A Pond to Swimming Pool
Now A Horse, once A mule:
One who would a crowd pull;
In number my classes full!
Yes, A school all-day cool
But where you won’t ever drool…
For your ascertained truancy
No administrative Leniency;
For your beastly claw
That could blood draw…
When to cases you respond
And your facts don’t correspond;
You a lot cherish tradition
But would not make an addition…
You have been a facility
And we glimpse imbecility;
You often drive Dad’s vehicle
But can’t write an article…
Like a lost firefly my mind strays
Concealed like a ripe walnut
My heart is shelled by enclosure
Waiting to be cracked open...
To be served on platinum trays
For whom ever needs some exposure
My donation of hope and faith...
Or perhaps you need just a little love
If you need some, it's yours to take...to pull
You may take as much as you need
I am serving plenty for all
Widen your fingers, grab a handful
My friend, what is mine is yours
My world just wouldn't be the same any other way
After all, is life really life...without love
Sharing and caring for one and for all
I'll be cracking open walnuts...
Until I'm way high...up above
Tri-Con Poetry Contes
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
7-16-2019
If you want to open a door,
Use the handle and open the door
If you want to overcome unemployment
Use investment and create employment
Encourage workers to become investors
If you want to overcome poverty
Create employment that pays
reasonable wages
Teach people to make
Investments that thrive
Teach people how to build wealth
With people becoming more wealthy
The Government earns more in tax
When your people start doing well
Your country starts doing well
With your country earning more tax
Your budget starts looking better
With more money
You can afford to pay pensions
Taking your children off the streets
and into jobs
Reduces the city's crime
Giving your children jobs
Makes their parents proud
You want to make America great
Build employment for Americans
You want to make the world great
Build employment for the world
Teach people to become investors
Then if robots replace employment
Perhaps people can carry on earning wages
from dividends as we sit by the river drinking wine
why look sad
its bad
try this you can't miss
or sit talk for awhile
rich or poor
A SMILE OPENS A DOORS
Open a door,
explore through roads that differ
from expectations,
Plead on your knees at the entrance
of a royal castle,
raise yourself up from the ground
of rock bottom,
A journey begins in your shoes
from steps of man,
the door is your heart,
it won't open unless you can.
Every word
Lifts me into its world
The tamer's world
Of the untame
Where illusion meets reality
In every sense
I am lifted to a different dimension
One
Two
Open.
In my life I have known, many joys,
The touch of a woman, the taste of good fare,
The heart full of love, that only a child can wear.
Now that I am older; the wonders of life have not waned, or passed,
But more ever, do I appreciate the little things that make up,
The whole of my past.
To look upon a memory, is to open a page in ones life,
And behold all, that was, and all that, it will be.
So as I sit here and ponder a while,
And think, of a few of the things that made me smile,
One doesn’t need the riches of a king,
To enjoy, such, a simple thing,
As to close your eyes, and read, your life’s story,
And enjoy the many wonders that have been, thus far,
And think for a moment, how lucky we are.
Clement Hardy.
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