I lay down
the framework
of free verse
and a continuing
relationship
Rule one is set in granite:
dance like you are on fire
through the uncut lawn
of my forgotten backyard
and revel in your tripping
over the weeds and dandelions
Rule two is simpler:
laugh unfiltered;
no one special is listening,
after all
Rule three:
this isn't poetry,
this isn't a diary,
this isn't Druidism,
nor transcendentalism,
and my watercolor runs
its muddied rivers of mistakes
in truer tributaries
Be awake! Peter Pan
my flying dream,
my boy never stopped wishing
that the best is yet ahead!
Blind
My Ears
My Vision
My Voice I See
Vociferation
Walk
Cripple
Just One Step
Have Faith And Come
Trustability
One
Number
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Now Add One More
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The only image we cling to
Should be the one in the mirror.
Of that I could not be surer.
Your idols will let you down in the end.
Jesus, Elvis, Lennon, and John Paul the Second,
Even Ghandi, Theresa, Keller, and MLK.
They're all built up into superheroes.
While the true color of their character,
Behind closed doors, may decay.
Look to yourself.
Go Emersonian.
Ego-less Egoism.
Resurrect the flag of
Transcendentalism.
You are the bling.
Cling to what you sing.
Never stop your song.
Your truth is never wrong.
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TELL TALE TITLES
Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”
could have been entitled
“Lost in the Woods”
Thoreau’s
“On Your Own in the Wilderness”
never seen as a treatise on
transcendentalism
and without Joseph Heller
we would have no “Catch-22”.
The title should
in some respect
cause you to reflect
on the less obvious
more substantial nuances
of the body,
the heart and soul,
the essence
of the experience.
Horton may have heard a “Who”,
but children hear an invitation
into an awakening imagination,
a distant place
of magic and mystery
hidden
in plain sight.
John G. Lawless
©4/28/2021
There is I am
where the white dawn with the flying pigeons is
where the golden noon with glittering afternoon is
where the silvering dusk with rhythmic twittering is
where the silent contemplating night with poetic words is
Yes there is I am
where this dawn to dusk, night to day, ground to sky
everything with the poetic expression is
And there is I am
where beloved poetry with Whitman's pensive pen is
07.09.2020 Chattogram
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Tribute to Walt Whitman, an American poet, essayist, and journalist and as a humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse.
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