Short Poetry Slam Poems
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FOOTLE
a verse
so terse
POETRY SLAM
lets go
words flow
VERS LIBRE
some rhyme
in mine
FREE VERSE
no stress
I guess
global village voice - a dialect of babel
mene tekel peres - calligraphic prescience.
the poetry slam - pen viva voce
James Vincent Cunningham
was never one for a poetry slam
For he loved his poetry so concise
with latinstyle epigramsat oh so nice
the poetry slam - pen viva voce
NOTE: A mono gram is a one line epigram style poem of not more than 17
syllables with a humourous/witty ,ironic or enigmatic theme. or thought or
contrast.Think of a senryu in contrast to a haiku.
We write the letters that formulate words ;
We save them together they make poems ;
We read them aloud poetry slam;
Write on-Write-on-Write on wham!
LETTERS and words;
Rhymes and verbs;
3/13/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Turquoise trees sway in my dreams
Unicorns fly high with white wings
Emerald dance of the music man
Singing with green guitar in hand
Dainty Donna an artist true blue
Always doing portraits so neon new
You are her subject at the poetry slam
Snapping fingers words sweet peach jam
POETRY SLAM
lets go
words flow
NOTE:A footle is a two line ,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).A 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition
POETRY SLAM
lets go
words flow
NOTE:A footle is a two line ,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).f
Footles a 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition
I take off my jacket, it’s been a warm day
and the heat has followed me into the house.
I should be already on my way to Cleveland
to a poetry slam, I did promise half-heartedly,
but slamming poets means a headache
after a long drive.
Poetry is an art-form. It’s good to keep
reminding myself of that,
otherwise I might get the idea
that it’s just about complaining,
ing about things
that a poet can never change.
Some use AI yes they do
But won’t admit that it’s true
I’ve seen AI much too much
It’s got that robotic touch
As long as other folk strive
We’ll keep REAL poems alive
It’s just too good to be you
You use AI yes you do
I read each line and I stare
As I am all too aware
It is just computer speak
The content’s very weak
We must keep poetry real
With true emotions we feel
You use AI yes you do
why not admit that it's true!
You’re an idiot –
Can’t you see
That what you write isn’t poetry?
Why aren’t you embarrassed?
How can you be pleased?
Your poetry’s the snot
Blown out of a sneeze
An ooey gooey booger
You want me to read
Well NEWS FLASH
YOU SUCK
Your poems are so bad
I can’t read past the first line
Without going MAD
Get them out of here
Your poems aren’t a gift -
In fact I will tell you
The truth and it’s this:
Your poems are just steaming
Piles of S H I T …
A Poet I am
This my verse
Lying in a mind cram
Set to write on clear page dis·perse
To the delight of composing poetry slam
The strings of words; that let me rehearse
The kind of verses that evoke a dash of poetic glam
A good poem must invade
Our soul and mind
Words will be words portrayed
To make those each lines intertwined
To em·bed in our ra·tion·ale mind grade
When finished, it gets our consideration defined
To worship it for all eternity made
In the meantime
you have your cocaine
I have my blues
a fate awaits
when you need a friend
I'm there
a love awaits
like the poems I write
you missed the latest
poetry slam
it was all for you
so I shuffled back home
still needing you
listening to the blues
I feel the pain in the music
like the words I pen
seems maybe I feel yours too
someday you'll be strong
til then
you have your cocaine
I have my blues
Yo Yo Yo my name is Robin
And my poems are really rockin'
With me you can not compete
You will feel sad defeat
My writing skills can't be touched
All your words need to be flushed
Down the toilet with disgust
Listen to me you can trust
My opinion, you can't rhyme
It makes me sick everytime
Your words fail to connect
As all the ones you select
Should never be seen or heard
Your writing skills are absurd
It's useless to waste all your ink
Because your poems really STINK