Poetry

Although most hardly notice,
My words are those of a poet.
Touching, much of it was.
Wasn't it?
Most of us loving it ‘cause

Of the love that wasn’t thought of enough.
Or taught

To the daughters of husbands and such.
Causing even to harden the hearts of us sons.

 

So, pardon the pun,
But creative was my creation.
Or when my creator created me;
Creating me a creature
More creative than creation.
See?

 

I'm as vivid as imagery.
As fluid as music beats.
And as fluent as the notes you see
On music sheets.

 

So, when you see me,
A poet you may label me,
But, a poem I was formed to be.
So formless, I am, in each form
That I chose to speak.

 

Forming forums and stanzas
Each time I stand up.
With a standard so demanding
It'll make men man up.

 

I'm a feeling, when close enough,
Most can't touch.
A process most approach
But can't rush.
A feather that those who boost
Can't budge.
And, at times,
A both minus and plus.

 

And plus, I love to personify my person.
I am a rhyme I've noticed.
So, when I rhyme, I'm perfect.

Though at times my insides get nervous.
When mixing and matching words
In ways most of the world
Has never even heard yet.

 

Yet, I know

My words proclaim a stronger courage.
Making sense where sentences can't.
Answering answers to questions asked
When trying to understand.
Infusing prose with metaphors
That were meant of course
To force hearts to talk.

 

And that gift was mine by choice.
But the choice was not mine to choose.
It was He who chose me
To use a deeper voice
Turned hoarse after being beaten,
Tortured, used, and abused;
Forced
To use noise as a means to commune.

 

 

So, excuse me, but it is true.
I do complicate simple similes
That were meant to compliment,
And soothe the senses of the common men.
Hence, I am common sense.
Bringing others through consciousness.

Reviews

[Blue Bard]

I'm a feeling, when close enough,
Most can't touch.
A process most approach
But can't rush.
A feather that those who boost
Can't budge.
And, at times,
A both minus and plus.

Art, You are my favorite poet on this site and you know, if you read my reviews, I don't blow up anyone's a*s. I have some on here who have felt cut up by my reviews, though that is never my intention. Here's my prediction. Somewhere down the line, somebody's going to be teaching how to write poetry using your work. Your the best word player I know personally. The stanza abover is a wonderful example 'A feather those that boost can't budge." The simple irony. It should be light, but for some it is o so heavy. Then there's this little part,
Yet, I know
My words proclaim a stronger courage.
Making sense where sentences can't.
Answering answers to questions asked
When trying to understand.
Infusing prose with metaphors
That were meant of course
To force hearts to talk.
So many people want to rhyme and end up sounding like Edna St. Vincent Milay if she were on crack. Man, I wish others on here would listen to word sounds and realize that they don't have to rhyme to move a piece and make it have a sound resonance. I HATE FORCED RHYME and never once have I seen you force it. "My words proclaim a stronger course, making sense where sentences can't. I can think of no better description of poetry. That coming together of word sounds, same sounding letters, etc. This is absolutely fantastic. Keep sending them man, please. I can wait to read them.

[Mr. Deft Diction]

This sounds NEW YORK. When you read it aloud, there's a swagger complete with the strut to go with it.

"So, excuse me, but it is true.
I do complicate simple similes
That were meant to compliment,
And soothe the senses of the common men.
Hence, I am common sense."

Write on, Poet...

[Goddess Sophia (filomen..]

That were meant of course
To force hearts to talk.

This is what it is all about...to force hearts to talk...Oh my...truth rang into my cells as i savored all of this. Profound. Peace bro.

[Wicked Irish]

Very nice...you have such a wonderful way with words, my friend.

[Rose Downing]

This poem is exquisite.
It emotes into a waterfall of meter and time.
Rhythm VS. rime so sublime.

Each stanza grabs me,
gently mutating into brilliance.
brilliance cooking into my eyes,
surprise surprise! a poet's cries.


(and I only write poetry when I mean it).

[Francis Rabbit]

This poem has a beautiful flow and, pardon me for saying so, BEGS to be read aloud, following a alliterative and syncopatic beat that is both profound and playful. I myself don't believe I am capable of this kind of work but I always admire it when I see it. To me this is textbook beat poetry, and reminds me of my days at open mike at the coffee shops, listening to the words flow from one aspiring poet after another.

[Timely Disposition]

This was absolutely dynamic in flow and form:

"So, pardon the pun,
But creative was my creation.
Or when my creator created me;
Creating me a creature
More creative than creation.
See? "

This, however, tripped me up as I read it over and over trying to decipher the flow:

"Causing even to harden the hearts of the sons. "

Overall it is an awesome way to try to describe what a poet be. And how a poet be. And it doesn't try to explain how to be a poet. All of these things are very good.

Nice work, my man, nice work.

[Marie Starr]

i like this stanza - though the sudden shift from so many syllables to so few throws the rhythm off a bit:

I'm as vivid as imagery.
As fluid as music beats.
And as fluent as the notes you see
On music sheets.

and i like the progression of vivid - fluid - fluent with the first two having the same endings and the last two the same beginnings - very nice ...

the only other thing that catches me here is the repetition of music ... i wonder if it wouldn't flow better as "as fluid as beats" - though maybe then it wouldn't be as obvious that you're speaking of music beats rather than syllabic beats - though both create rhythm so i don't know if differentiating them would be essential ...

or maybe the vivid could describe something more concretely having to do with music to establish the beats you describe in the next line, as well as to maintain the metaphor ...

i also especially like this stanza:

Forming forums and stanzas
Each time I stand up.
With a standard so demanding
It'll make men man up.

what a fabulous use of metaphor and internal rhyme schemes to accompany the end rhymes ...

nice write, as always ...

[LatoyaEvans]

I am amazed you never disappoint. You are a dynamic writer. Whats next Art? What could possibly be next.

[Marc James]

Thanks for an amazing read! Loved the rhythms once again, with some playful stanzas mixed in with more poignant verses, I found all of this peice very enjoyable to read. Thanks