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Walt Whitman junior,so sensual
with poems&essays so influential
Transcendental writer&realist
with verse libre did insist
when death comes I simply say no
search for another victim and so
don't intend to throw your essays at me
I'll leave when the time comes, i'm free
Youse guys are my inspiration for writing each day
Appreciate and listen carefully to hear what you say
No man is an island
My skills have widened
Since reading your comments on my daily essays
Imagine if there was a brain station for souls
Plug in a rhyme magic would pop out no controls
With patience sooner or later
Writing thousand word essays
And the literary world would begin to explode
Imagine if there was a brain station for us souls
Plug it in, brilliant thoughts would fill in the holes
Called the “Einsteinator”
With patience, sooner or later
Essays would astound and our world would explode
American naturalist and writer, Henry David Thoreau,
left society for a cabin in woods to live simply and solo.
He hunted arrowheads, wrote essays, poetry and philosophy.
A leading transcendentalist was America’s first hippy.
Buddah proxy truths
malcontent self-service
mind blind consciousness
contemplative silent slopes
meditative immersion
(sati-mindfulness, self-collected essays
powers of retention. Used alone
covers alertness.)
Goodness God
Greatness Glory
Honorable Happiness
Healthy Healing
Divine Days
Desire Daily
Exquisite Eagles
Equivalent Essays
Favorite Friends
Fresh Favors
Healthy Habits
Interesting Intuition
Jays Jingle
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Walt Whitman raised by Quakers in Brooklyn
with typographical poetics did begin
'Leaves of Grass&Song of Myself'
devoted to the US commonwealth
Walt Whitman junior,so sensual
with poems&essays so influential
Transcendental writer&realist
with verse libre did insist
POETIC ART EXPERIENCES
reputation
bearing
&prepared
in
hermetic
principles
of
essays
looking
closely
supporting
detailed
attempts
to
vindicate
arguments
perceptualising
& emphasing
developed
painterly
closeness
Beef is conceived in a package
Onions are grown in a bag
Sardines swim best in oil
Pebbles thrive in the soil
Today's teens don't know geography
But they sure do know about farming
Lines above from youth essays on agriculture
Aren't they delightfully alarming?
Moods…
Machiavellian moods are moods of plan.
They are also mood tp satisfied their ego some that always.
Ad hominem per personnel or nepotisms are self to claim or self hears to hands pledges.
Lover in micro ways are observatory for epochs essays.
Epoch making are wrong or right.
Some of us have moods.
Hatred mind are very sharp and acute.
Imagine if there was a brain station for us poor unfortunate souls
We could plug in our brains and brilliant thoughts would fill in all the holes
It could be called the “Einsteinator”
And with patience, sooner or later
We'd be writing thousand word essays and the literary world would literally explode
© Jack Ellison 2015
Pale sun, gray sky
Shadows long on the wayside
Bright lights inside
Words hide
Closed door
Balls of paper
On the floor
You don't give
I can't take
Ink still in the pen
Page still blank
Empty mind
The past unkind
Half-dead
Half-mad
Lending life to men long left.
Did Cavour hinder the process of Italian unification? NOOOOO!
Oh, fabulous flamingo, you step out of the haze,
feathered in your cotton-candy glaze.
And imbue joy to my days
as I observe your whimsical ways.
Extraordinary, you never cease to amaze,
as your legendary pink fuels scientific essays.
A splendiferous bird worthy of praise,
uniquely beautiful, you hold my gaze.
(Monorhyme/ Ode)
10-05-2020
EMERSON PHRASIS
Tokens of love,for the most
part,cold and lifeless.They
represent not our life.The
only true gift,a portion of
ourself.So just for we,let
the farmer give corn,a miner
a gem,the sailor coral from
the sea.Let the painter unroll a
picture fair,the poet his heart to share
From Emerson Essays
Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under the pen name ichthyschiro
re-post inspired by Constance contest
A METAPHYSICAL MUSE
What thou lovest in her face
is colour,if her face be painted
on a board or wall, thou wilt
love it.She speaks,smiles and
kisses much. Because it is
painted do you not behold with
pleasure her painted face? Love
her who shows her love to thee,
in this smile , lovely to thee,all
her love forever be,if her face
forever, rests upon thee.
after Donne's Juvenali essays
I have successfully eliminated twenty-seven jobs.
Jobs I interviewed for maybe more than one time.
Jobs I wrote essays to procure.
Jobs that paid me well.
Almost too well.
I successfully eliminated some of them before noon the first day.
We haven’t even filed your W-2 paperwork yet, the boss says.
The boss is usually stunned.
Not understanding.
I spend my life successfully eliminating things I do not want
in order to find my joy.
With three more weeks of holiday vacation,
Lisa and I’ve started studying 5 hours a day.
You can read a novel for atmosphere
but you have to puzzle over and wring-out academic books
- with their essays and worksheets after every chapter.
I feel a simultaneous focus and boredom
- but the pull of school is staggering
- like resisting it could break me apart.
you can’t wait - all around the country, thousands of Yalies are already back hard at it
Just write they say
Of a bio or an article
Poetry is just a hobby
Nothing short of a miracle
Just write your essays
As you’ve always done
They say they like my poetry
But it’s merely just for fun
Just write your diary entries
Continue to nourish your mind
Your poetry is cute my dear
But it’s simply silly rhymes
Just write they say
And that’s just what I’ll do
They blindly see the purpose
And the power of a poetry debut
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
An unfinished book lies
Rampant on my shelf
It contains unfinished versions
Of essays on myself
The unturned pages make me nervous
The unread words haunt my dreams
The list of what I have to read
Life is cruel
And dust collects as shadows crawl
Across the emptiness of what has become
Of my wall
Built up over the years with
Mortar but overcome with ivy
And weed
breathing, breeding, seething,
seething through my veins,
only less alive than they should be
Livid I was when that nincompoop
stained that page of my book
with tomato sauce, while eating
oh! How horrible! How horrible!
It was just a little dot but still;
definitely not easy to tolerate,
since I am a bibliophile,
enamoured with poetry and essays,
being my idols William Topaz McGonagall
and the Irish-speaker Robert Wilson Lynd!
Oh! It was just a little stain which
blurred no text, made nothing illegible,
but still! My anger ceases not
and I call that man a true clown!
Tiffany lamps
were invented by
girls in 1888,
to soften the walls
of quiet parlors
where men were
hushed and sat
politely with hands
between their knees.
.
The grace was
stolen in 1992 when
the symbols of New York
Jets replaced the flowers
and Tiffany
lighted laughter
on the bars
where trumpets blare.
*I recently started a home job of ghost writing little articles
for company blogs and promotions.
I made a poem from one of the essays about Tiffany sports lamps.