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.
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.
this was amazing. i love the way you were defining yourself as different aspects of writing, poetry then playing off of it. the wordplay was simply amazing. this is a definite fave.
to use a word often overused and hope that it will be taken for what it should always mean: genius. the rhythm and flow of this piece were exquisite. the wordplay, man, if we were to talk of hooks in this piece there are enough to catch several shoals of fish. and the imagery is beautiful. if i were to start copying and pasting favourites i would have to lasso the whole damned poem and repost it in the comment box. amazing.
man this piece is great i love it it defines you but it defines me man from the first line i felt like it was written in my mind
heres to poetry we are poetry
I absolutely love this piece. The seventh stanza is my favorite. You have a flow that just from surface reading shows the heart of a poet. Reading a few times I get the message.
/I am a rhyme I've noticed.
So, when I rhyme, I'm perfect. /...to be lost in our own words feeling like we belong in them and to share them with others hoping they understand it! Brilliant.
with respect,
N*
This is the second piece I have read of yours and I am in awe of the raw, brutal talent you posses with words. Your poetry reads like molasses, strong and thick and flowing. I disagree with the Eminem comment. Reading this reminds me of hearing Common on Def Poetry. I hope that isn't trite and offensive. It is a high compliment in my eyes.
I can't even begin to express, not like you have, the way I am enthralled and inspired by this. I sound like I am patronizing but really, this is awe-inspiring. Like seeing Haley's Comet after 80 some odd years.
I'm humbled and I don't think this site does you justice. I hope that somewhere, you are published or recognized for the great wordsmith that you are.
You sound like Eminem...therefore I am obliged to love you, as I love him.
This poem rocks dude, so glad you found the inspiration within.
Sometimes, I try to write but dont know where to begin.
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