Poeticism Way Off Base
I Wrote Below and may have been OVERLOOKED; BEARS READING AND UNDERSTANDING
The deletion of one's post will then have a direct impact on one's totality of posts being reduced by that action, in equal numbers,
where the relevancy will be the act of adding a post to one's totality of their posts being increased by that action, in equal number.
The consequences of those plus or minus acts should directly impact one's posts encountering a stipulation.
Albeit, the modus operandi forestalls, at which point the deletion of two posts almost immediate to each other, and in pursuit, similarly its totality reduced, with the recommended window for numbered of privileged posts--
--Should have ascertained relief of two deletions upon its immediacy, an act for an act, and be accorded the window of opportunity times two within the same time frame:
~~ Explanations needless warranty of a suspenseful guesstimate.
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2024
Categories:
relevancy, analogy,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The deletion of one's post will then have a direct impact on one's totality of posts being reduced by that action, in equal numbers,
where the relevancy will be the act of adding a post to one's totality of their posts being increased by that action, in equal number.
The consequences of those plus or minus acts should directly impact one's posts encountering a stipulation.
Albeit, the modus operandi forestalls, at which point the deletion of two posts almost immediate to each other, and in pursuit, similarly its totality reduced, with the recommended window for numbered of privileged posts--
--Should have ascertained relief of two deletions upon its immediacy, an act for an act, and be accorded the window of opportunity times two within the same time frame:
~~ Explanations needless warranty of a suspenseful guesstimate.
Categories:
relevancy, analogy,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Saturday, wouldst be Sadder Day
nineteen seventy-five
purple skies dusk twilight display
friend and I, still alive
Sleepyheads, car seats unbuckled
Russian roulette enroute
shut eyes refused a wakeup call
rabbit foot wore a boot
Squirming confirming not our time
go get out while you can
opportunity just-in-time
two tired souls and more than
Clueless me, whys and wherefores
reveal relevancy
this, that, and all those therefores
transcends generously
Categories:
relevancy, recovery from,
Form: Quatrain
We are all poets turning wounds into words
We are all poets turning our joy into words
We are all poets expressing life through words
Poetry Speaks when the wounds live in silence
Words conform to a story
Letter by letter
Poetry can make things better
Also, poetry speaks in abundance
When romance filters through the heart
Poetry Transforms the weak with a universal relevancy
Poetry is the sun and the rain
Speaking from the heart allowing
The mind of man and woman to gain in the future!
We are all poets turning wounds into words
We are all poets turning our joy into words
We are all poets expressing life through words
Mark Frank
Copyright 2024
Categories:
relevancy, poets,
Form: Free verse
We are all poets turning wounds into words
We are all poets turning our joy into words
We are all poets expressing life through words
Poetry Speaks when the wounds live in silence
Words conform to a story
Letter by letter
Poetry can make things better
Also, poetry speaks in abundance
When romance filters through the heart
Poetry Transforms the weak with a universal relevancy
Poetry is the sun and the rain
Speaking from the heart allowing
The mind of man and woman to gain in the future!
We are all poets turning wounds into words
We are all poets turning our joy into words
We are all poets expressing life through words
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Copyright © Mark Frank | Year Posted 2022
Categories:
relevancy, destiny,
Form: Free verse
We are all poets turning wounds into words
We are all poets turning our joy into words
We are all poets expressing life through words
Poetry Speaks when the wounds live in silence
Words conform to a story
Letter by letter
Poetry can make things better
Also, poetry speaks in abundance
When romance filters through the heart
Poetry Transforms the weak with a universal relevancy
Poetry is the sun and the rain
Speaking from the heart allowing
The mind of man and woman to gain in the future!
We are all poets turning wounds into words
We are all poets turning our joy into words
We are all poets expressing life through words
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Categories:
relevancy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
No more poem that has no relevancy to today !
Ramzan Karim, Darjeeling. 05.01.2018
I was searching for words for poem
That could satisfy the appetite of reader
But words go dithering with flaw the regular ease
Inundated pen stops here to take few labored breath
Fumbling for the words appropriate
It is because Ethics, Morality, Modesty, Sincerity
All have taken back seat,
Y’know RIP ?
These all high words are resting in peace
In the pages of Dictionaries
With profound grief,
I have to inform you of their sad demise
They are no longer valid, but are dead
Resting somewhere in mortuary
Soliciting word for obituary
If you are any of the species,
Still lurk about these words,
You are jerk from any museum far aflong
For animation is the reality of this day,
Croons from the rooftop rustic songs
Metallic Robots have taken rein
From mighty warriors of days gone by
Technology is supreme they say
So no more sermons on Sundays
They are making Mars for their home stay
Moon their picnic spot sun being their working space
So this poem is void of any word
That suits the present time.
Categories:
relevancy, age, character, confusion, death
Form: Blank verse
The moon has eclipsed my face
Expressions lost upon the relevancy
Of each personal strife that I encounter
Bleeding throughout my tender heart
Hurting though the moon is blue
…not red
And it covers my face with precision
Loving nature comes forward
But helps nothing, and my heartache
I feel so alone, through the tears
The fountain depicted of pain
Shouting over the noise
Of the whistle
Cat call
Storming around
And allowing the rain
To wash away nothing but
The tears that flow so strongly
Master and slave await their orders
Both enticed
By their loss of
What to become between their own selves
Their identity
I feel the wolves running
Coming with ferociousness
As they are hungry to eat flesh
A truth self-enticing towards nothing
Noted upon the moons face
But the blueness
Of its cold
Loss
Russell Sivey
Categories:
relevancy, loss, moon, pain,
Form: Free verse
Body Language
Is often Inconclusive
Written: by Tom Wright
1/29/2013
Studies have shown that with folded arms,
That we’re either uncomfortable or nervous;
Or we’re in possession of negative thoughts,
And we’re doing the speaker a disservice.
I sit in church, with arms, sometimes folded,
With no intent of other’s thoughts to divert.
But a Pastor’s sermon left me feeling censured,
With folded arms my shoulders just don’t hurt.
I’ve no I-phone so I won’t be caught texting,
Only note taking removes hands from sight.
Before mistakenly thinking the worst of me,
Walk my mile once, and understand my plight.
So do your body language interpretation,
But remember your thoughts concerning me;
Will never have any relevancy in defining,
Today’s man or the man I’ll ultimately be.
Categories:
relevancy, body, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
To heal is not mine....
With the words;
"In time you will heal",
many try to console me.
Though said with all good intent,
there is no consolation;
only hurt and anger I feel.
For those words translate to me;
that there should be a limit
to my grief and that in time...
I should be okay with my loss.
To heal is to.....
cure, make well, restore;
those words.... those utterances
have no relevancy to my loss.
So to heal is not mine.
Oh...but there is a promise
that the future holds I'm told,
hence; in all desperation and
with all might I grasp hold;
just as a frightened child clutches
the strong and secure hand
of her towering father.
The promise of a perfect and
everlasting healing...when life
to many sleeping in death
will surely be restored.
So alas until then....
To heal is not mine.
By; Joan Marie Peranteau (mommy)
Dedicated to and written in regards to my son
Nathaniel Blaine Gibson.
Categories:
relevancy, absence, death, grief, heartbroken,
Form: I do not know?