Poetry

Mahatma (Great Soul)
...Ebuc.....
 
Thank You,
For thetantric teachings.
 
About love,
Theultimate binder.
 
Truth,
Theultimate purpose.
 
Flirting,
Theultimate entertainment.
 
Humanity,
Theultimate complex,
Of socialinter-relationships.
 
Viewpoint,
Theultimate micro-universe,
Ofsemi-divine,
Self-manifestingintegrity.

Well i don't hate it but most of the time when i wrote it was more off of how i was feeling rather than having a specific meaning (sometimes just starting with a word and flowing). I enjoyed hearing others tell me what they thought it meant more than what i would have thought it meant. Plus, writing with a specific meaning behind it could take away from creativity.. at least it did for me so i would just write and rearranged draft after draft. Especially for ones i had to count syllables.. it was especially hard to think of meaning bc you had to look up words.

For example... the color poem i wrote had no meaning behind it, just how the words made me feel... and flow from there. Now that i read it... it has an interesting 'reality' meaning to me. And, the rose one i wrote was after an Anime where a main character i liked died and a rose fell... it made me sad and i related so i wrote that. Really not much specific meaning behind both.

Deep. How old were you exactly?

Anywhere from 18 to 24... i can't remember when i started writing. 

It was when i was pretty crazy dark and border line romantically homicidal/suicidal. I'm scared of younger me sometimes.  

In the "see something/say something" culture of today, someone would have flagged you as a potential school shooter.

Russian roulette?

Chilling.

Interesting interpretation but no. That one was about killing "her" so we can be together forever in death lol. **First verse is about killing myself after i killed her... but i did it backwards story. Conclusion being the end. 

Seriously. I use to post these to yahoo answer poem section all the time too. And these are some of the less gory ones. Interestingly, when i was younger i was sorta religious but for the wrong reasons. I believed in religion but i thought i was a demon or even maybe the devil here to be tormented. I had un-diagnosed depression and escaping to dark things felt better. Thankfully, i was releasing in a more creative way. I remember two kids on my street bully me by throwing balls at my window when i was in middle school. I went outside with two huge knives in rage... they never did that again (ran pretty fast). A neighbor stopped me too, thank god for her. I was pretty nuts. I thought it was cool bc it made me one of the popular kids. This is when Marilyn Manson was cool though... today, yeah... FBI. lol   

Fishy Story
...E-b-u-c.......
 
There once wassperm in a current,
Whose tailwhipped around like a turret.
 
It had littlemind,
Perhaps evenblind,
 
Tho onwardit swam through the ferment.
 
It reached theegg,
Stuck in itshead,
 
Now the two are concurrent.

A Puppet On String

...Ebuc.....
 
A puppet on string,
Dangles and dances,
Controlled by the master,
It bows and prances.
 
Free from hard choices,
Free from minds will,
Free from pregnancy
Free from the pill.
 
Oh to be a puppet,
A puppet is free,
Free from decisions,
It smiles with glee.
 
My puppet is attentive,
My puppet is smart,
It lives in a container,
It does not fart.
 
A puppet on string,
A wooden delight,
No weight problems,
And reflects all light.

A Democrat Rally Lament & Soft Shoe
 
Me, not my folding chair
Sitting on the avenue.
Me, not my folding chair
Not a dance to sell my troubles to.
 
And when it’s twelve o’clock, and a rally’s there
I never knock; a circle’s all that’s there.
Just me, not my folding chair
All alone and feeling blue.

The wind blew down the tree.

It collapsed with a thud in front of me.

"Ouch!" Said it with a great big groan.

And there he laid in the street all alone.

"Please cut me up I'm in the way"

"I can't I lost my saw the other day"

"Well can you break my branches please?"

And so I got down on my knees

And snapped and pulled till I heard the wood,

"Muahaha you've been fooled."

I gasped, aghast, and horrified.

The tree was looking in my eyes.

And I never went to work that day, 

Because here alone in the street I lay.

How did the wood fool the person?

Idk man I wrote it this morning on a whim. Use that imagination of yours

Alright, well, I still like it.

Thanks man

Three drunk men went to town one day.

When a buggy and horse approached, 

"Get out of the way" came a yell from the coach.

And two of them jumped away.

The third one froze and rightly so, 

he knew and know he knows.

That that horse and buggy that was riding by

was in the lane with the other guys.

And the two men laughed like fools

unaware of the mistake they made.

But then they were trampled by the hooves,

and the third man got away.

-well if you ask him, that's what he'll say

Jane this one has all you need to find the poetry of heart in these dark times.

Please release the spiritual within you as you watch this Phonix Choir perform their magic narrative accompanied by comdey music for angels.

Ode on the Inauguration of 2021 
 
For the benefit of Mister Joe
There will be just empty rows to see his show,
Obama clan will not be there,
To celebrate the Mister’s hair, shout hurrah!
 
The Biden clan will burn the stage,
Burning Donald’s legacy in real fire,
In this way, Mister Joe will challenge the world!
 
The celebrated Mister Joe
Performs his feat, O, don’t you know, on the stairs.
The Party line will sing and stare,
As Mister Joe feels through your hair; don’t be late!
 
Madams’ H & P assure the public
This production will be second to one,
To be sure, Mr. T censors a tweet!
 
The band begins at six to six
When Mister Joe performs his licks on all the girls.
And Mister S will socialize
With everyone in Lucy’s skies; give it a whirl!
 
Having been some days since winning all
He promises a night of ginger ale.
And tonight, Mister Joe is going to fail!

Trumpet Tooters

.........Ebuc....

Trumpet tooters, please leave this place,

All your nonsense, only looses face.

Trumpet tooters, please take a ride,

Red capped freaks, you've no place to hide.

Trumpet tooters, sick-n-the-head,

See a doctor, leave your immoral's in bed.

Trumpet tooters, on truth they attack,

Stop the lies, as truth tends to fight back.

Trumpet tooters,  break the glass,

While Kamala, Harris, shatters Republican ass.

Trumpet tooters, ego in hand,

Stroking falsehoods, across the land.

Trumpet tooters, have had their say,

Now they should sleep, in the barn in the hay.

Trumpet tooters, tooted their horns,

Some  still remain, to our moral forlorn.

Trumpet tooters, please stuff it now,

Take a hike,  since you we disavow.

Trumpet tooters, its  not too late,

Seek the truth, not immoral hate.

Trumpet tooters, on an immoral high,

Please shut your mouths, or, just say goodbye.

Often a line can be said in a different way, so that the words change, but the meaning remains, sentiment.

In my opinion,your poetry is really amazing!You defenitely have a talent!

The Longest Time ..angels on Earth { from around the world }  sing tribute to Covid-19

https://enchantmentathamilton.org/20200601ForTheLongestTime.mp4

If the above angels are not your thing, then try the Moody Blues poetry { accompanied by  Mobieus-like graphics...' The Word ' from their 1968 album ..' In Search of the Lost Chord '

Simply

Defeating

Dreams

Wistfully

They dabble

Into

Memory

And history

Pass the baton

Pass the buck

Iamanabanana

Good luck.

Then seek, the ultra-micro inner surface,

And what remains,

Is a banana shaped, magical journey,

That some call reality, and,

Others call a fruit loop.