The Greatest Poem Never Told

The Greatest Poem Never Told

A Poem by E.H. Monroe
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emotional driven, goddamn tragic words of pure ugly and topped with tears,

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I have heard the passing pieces of the greatest poem of all time

It’s alive in the slums, drums of steno bums

Its stinky dan

Listening to ol Cheese Legs tear apart western philosophies like a filth painted Socrates while bathed in the electric light of a garbage can

As he spreads his wings and sings the psalms of ticking time bombs and the cosmos unfolds in stories untold

There

Lives the greatest poem never heard

It’s the home school student

Baby with a baby

Painting the margin’s spines

With wiser wisdom then the minds of Allegorical mystical spies

But… f**k!

A friend to feeding times and cries dissolves the goddamned lines into the garbage can where the ink runs into a puddle of time and dies

Lives the greatest poem never heard

It’s getting your snearky ear peeks outside the crooner’s coffin café,

Black, brick tomb laid to rest opium poems unused

Only to hear the mumbles of teary moods

In muffled consonants misused and A

E-I-O and You’s

Means I had missed

The greatest poem never heard

The future?!

No brighter!

It’s the new writer

The lamp lighter

The suicide citer

Nervous,

pacing afraid of a computer screen and a click to approve

To be put to screws and scrutiny and judged too critically

And frantically beats the mouse in tandem with the stone snare beats defeating her heart

Delete…

And the words, the greatest poem never heard is torn apart by microbes, lost in the midst of her cipher and dumped into the hyper cyber space,

floats

no weight

That youngblood is forced into a corner cavity

Transformed into a non transcribed tragedy

Lost in the creak of a stool

Snap of a noose

The unvented frustration

A new school revelation

And scrawled in her smoking soul

Is the greatest poem that will never

Be

told

© 2011 E.H. Monroe


Author's Note

E.H. Monroe
DON'T FUCKING READ IT
YELL IT YELL IT YELL IT
SPEAK IT INTO EXISTENCE

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Til now. hell we don't care what people think.....I write for me right...lol? This lifted up the skirt of the quiet school girl who never did nothin' to nobody and turned her into a w***e, but that will never be written by her brother or father and her best friend was sworn to secrecy so only half the school knows. Society can't seem to speak the truth even if it see's it and it takes forty pound balls to push it in the faces of those that know its there but pretend to be unaffected. Great...thought provoking for sure.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I'm late to the party again. Why don't one of you send me an email?
The eternal alternate perspective forever labeled and criticized and disregarded then the hidden verve and essence is lost in self effacing purgatory. The world's loss. I've seen this. I've seen it vanish into the meaninglessness of society. Your poetry is like arc welding. the images keep burning.

Posted 13 Years Ago


You have quite an interesting style that really brings out some great thinking... this poem here, well first off for some reason "Keep On Rocking In The Free World" entered my mind reading this, but the message is so true... Government, the media and big business fight to control us for their benefits... and this part

That youngblood is forced into a corner cavity

Transformed into a non transcribed tragedy
Lost in the creak of a stool
Snap of a noose
The unvented frustration

made me think about how they try to diagnose any kid these days that doesn't pay attention to mind controlling teachings in school with ADD just so they can sedate them and keep them in line.

Posted 13 Years Ago


i love you you express yourself!!! powerful write!! we write for ourselves, to be brave enough to express ourselves through the embodiment of words. certainly makes you think!!


Posted 13 Years Ago


WOW!!! Alrighty then! Tell it like it is.. I read this twice. And i will again.. You have your way of putting forth what so many think of but are to afraid to try their hand at it. i say to that. DANG! You go guy...

I write for me! Only me. I love when others see into my pieces, feel what i feel. The ones that don't, well can't please em all I say.

Now this said it all.. CLAP CLAP CLAP....

Mags xxx

Posted 13 Years Ago


Brilliance, sheer brilliance.. Loved the poem too.. hahaha. Not sure what I like better, the entertainment of your fans, or your hard striking words.. either way.. I am sticking this where the sun refuses shine.. in my favorites list of course..
Super f*****g Duper..

Posted 13 Years Ago


F*****g EPIC. Hell i love your style. F**k i feel like shaking so f*****g great.

Fallen

Posted 13 Years Ago


Masterfully said.....amen

Posted 13 Years Ago


It's everywhere....even in the places we can't fathom. This is masterful.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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. phenomenal ... because you know too much ... how i wish ... how i so wish ... i could share with you a poem that i wrote ... in july 2009 ... at the peak of my demolition and disintegration ... in words i wouldn't be caught dead using ... a poem that would shock even me if i posted it ... nah, it's not a masterpiece ... but a reflection ... a near-document of how things are in these times ... it's not about poetry but precision ... yet, i cannot post it ... but chuck my megalomania out of the window ... this poem is something that has sparks of a lot of poetry in urdu ... you are probably on your way to being as perceptive as ghalib ... good luck ... may you be one of those that define poetry and a poet's existence ... more power to you ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Absolutely amazing description of needless loss.....tragic loss....this is phenomenal!!! So many, many good lines and a flow that takes you running down the path of frustration and despair. Perhaps the worst censor is the self censor. All those ugly voices that hush the potential of a more beautiful voice. Well done!!!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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E.H. Monroe

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