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I have the attention span of a gnat
At times not even as long as that
So I found some online training game
That is supposed to help train my brain
Not sure it worked before l lost focus
My muse came with hazel hocus-pocus
You’d think she’d gift me great poetry
But instead I write about silly little me
Maybe I will have a cup of peach tea
Start anew footloose and fancy free
The hour is so late that it is early so
Guess I’ll have breakfast before I go
Dear Soup friends,
please let me explain
I make a living
being online
creating content
from my brain...
Being 'here'
allows my mind
to be mine again.
I spend my days
writing replies
and my nights
building designs...
There are more parts
than a clock can contain
to find the time
for me to retain
the energy level it would take
to reply to us here
on the Soup too
This doesn't mean
in any way
that I don't love
and appreciate you
for reading my rants
and following this romance
with my inner 'Poet'
"... I'm a closet writer..."
for a very long time
and I need it to be this way
for my well being.
Thank you, for understanding
that 'this' is just me.
I am a huge fan
and forever will be,
of this place we
love and adore
" Great Soup "
said a perfectly twisted spoon...
Thanks for reading me.
Insomnia's result:
poetic tumult! :O
I
In South Africa, one can avoid Online poetry
But I did not as easily in America (USA)
I couldn't believe I could stay away months
But some of you have, or longer still
The reunions are delicious, contagious, to relish
II
To follow ...
I write what I write
No Fear No Reason
I write what I write
to fit the season
I don't know genre
so don't have a fit
Knowing the form
doesn't make it legit
I never studied
to learn structure or form
so all that I write
may be labeled free form
I know this will exclude me
from many contests
But I write what I feel
in whatever context
All I can say is my best
you may never see
online or posted
for public scrutiny
If I were to learn
to structure as I write
the message could change
you can't say I'm not right
It is what it is
it is what you get
Know it comes from the heart
as the seasons see fit
“A ONE MS. M. ROSS”
I’ve written her before
but there has been no response.
I wrote her a second time and
again, there was no response.
she opens and never replies.
she’s a basketball fan sporting
the gear, red lipstick and a
smile that confuses the confused.
I post my poetry online sometimes
and she always likes the ones
she likes.
for this I am grateful.
the silence confuses me but her
taste in poetry is
immaculate.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-23-2016
I’d rather read something for minutes eight
Than wait eight minutes for this site to load
For this slow net service I cannot wai
t I’d rather nap or simply stay at home
What makes this service too slow I wonder
Too many users online at this time?
Too many files on this old computer?
Way too many downloads? From many sites?
‘Tis time to stop wasting hours on the Net
‘Tis time to memorize from the Qur’an
Time to study for school, to be the best,
Seek knowledge offline as much as I can.
Farewell, Internet, I’ll come back later
When the net connection’s a lot faster :)
we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun
mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon
And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and their heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind
Blind, I walk tap tap
to find my way, rap echo.
Sing song carry me
home to you, bring it home tap
straight to my heart so I hear.
When I see the beat
boomerang back rap to me
I know your sound space
I know the song of your sense
I hear the cry of your dream
The echoes build loud
Add fluid to the white space
Thoughts of listeners
Adding additional beat
Making new heart, soul, song, sound
One by one you come
One by one you come online
Choir adding rhythm rip
choir adding some filigree
add understanding to world
What the rap you make
What the taps you spell out loud
Becomes an image
Shared by all who listen, sing
Wonderful sound, our heartbeat.
People Who Write in All Caps
By Elton Camp
Posting in all caps is universally considered rude
And is done only by egomaniacs or folks crude
Somebody about online manners forgot to tell
That doing that is the very same thing as to yell
Along with many others, it is my unbending rule
Not to read such posts because it is so uncool
So if your views you would like to make known
Be certain that in all caps your post isn’t shown
Some bore will respond, “I’ll do exactly as I please”
That’s very true and I can ignore it with great ease
So if it seriously that your writes you want taken
Realize that all caps is a procedure much mistaken
"Were you online again dear half way through the night" the wife said to me,
My thoughts were simply " I wish she would let me just write and be".
2010 I decided that I was going to get my real wish to take some real flight,
I could do what I want when I want without any type of nosey drained out fight.
2009 I decided the big divorce and would be free and go my own way,
I would open up blog after blog without hearing a word that she would say,
Between tulip, dan, the rev and 2010 explosions of neve and many more,
I would write until my fingers bled, and barely walk outside the front door.
I would let my health take a plunge and not take any good advice spoken,
I would rather let everything around me become a mess, my life broken,
But when I am told to change things from those who love me like they do,
I gripe they are judgmental even though I gained many pounds or two.
**we never want to hear advice from those who love us when our lives
hit the toilet
this is for the dans, the tulips, the jeremies, and the rev's, oh and now
neve...
a 2010 explosion...in more ways then one..an explosion
Practice Takes Mind
I planned to write so many poems
Some long and some one line.
The purpose was for betterment.
But now, my heart does pine.
I love the words that reach and shine.
Sent to some friendly minds.
Oh, fragrant words of brighter days.
True friendship love refines.
So, as I sit and write today.
Searching this heart of mine.
I wonder if the Lord above
Has seen the words I rhyme.
Has He found love in one cinqku?
Or dodoitsu? Or haiku?
Has He read my monuku, rhymes?
Or the love sent to you(s)…
Alliteration, sifts through lines.
Some rhyme and others don’t.
Tetractys are not dinosaurs…
Will they roar? No, they won’t.
ABCs, blank verse, kimos, lists…
Have their poetic frames.
From the heart of emotions’ mists…
A poet holds word’s reins.
Some practice poems are, now online:
crysalline, clerihew, quatrain.
Chastushka, cinquain, monorhyme.
(I am NOT on moonshine!)
The rest, in thoughts remain.
I shall review my older poems.
And post a few online.
And hope to share a part of me.
Before I lose my mind.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 23, 2010
Poetic form: Lyrical-Quatrain