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 GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
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A second attempt at "Give It 100!"  , since the first one ("100" ) turned out pretty well even though I didn't complete it within 100 days.  ![Merit Badge in Mythology
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*^*Salute*^**^*Balloonb*^* YAY!!Congratulations on your fabulous challenge of writing 100 poems is less than your 100 days!! An amazing feat so you deserve a trip to Mount Olympus for a treat! You can walk in the hall of champions. *^*Trophyg*^* Wonderful expressions! Keep on shining. *^*Starstruck*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/genre-Mythology-1105.gif) These are just rough sketches and ideas that are barely a little more rounded-out...they're not perfect but they're gonna be good enough to share here at least. Your comments, support, and words of encouragement will be greatly appreciated!  Best Poetry Collection |
8-23-17 You said "Please, stop!" but I couldn't like a patriotic freight train afraid of its own voice on a silent night of tripping over variables in physical equations. Sick of scraping from the bottom of the patriarchal barrel, I saved up all my hate over three decades and switched sides, just like everyone else and- shut up, it's my turn- why should I, now, be the only one who's sorry? And why'm I even bothering to apologize? I can't own something that never belonged to anyone in the first place. I just think it's funny how "We've had enough!" is eventually, one way or another, everyone's motto at some point, but when it's not yours it's fine and when it's mine it's criminal. Words conveniently lose their meaning over time; either through their puncturing punctuation or their loss of elasticity. Claws or teeth. Bounce too high or stretch too thin... we're all destined to meet the ground and no matter how we get there or try to defend it, there's no way it's not gonna hurt. |
8-25-17 You sound like fire. Not flaming, but crackling. A summer settling. How could they know it was you first? Trying to match your glow. Errant show, blow by flickering blow. They didn't understand the effort necessary was also futile... you're copy-protected. Non-protracted. Safe enough to not be erased. You're a stranger setting fire to my head. Not flaming, but crackling. A summer stunner. How could you know it was me first? These words were set to explode on impact. Blow by faithless blow. I want to forget you by heart. |
8-30-17 Face your thief; thank your demons. We're all veins in the game of life, bleedin'. Stay loose for the next fix, the best trick, the joke sidestepped, or the misdirect. Are you a function or conjunction? Dysfunction or inappropriate adjustment? Nobody wins by walking. Nobody wins period like, stop talkin'. Where's your fitness? You listenin'? Bearing witness? Goals glistening, go-getting and fate-tempting. Self-righteous. Self-underling. I'm not noting my lack of expectations; your misplacement (of them) is bargain basement which seems more than appropriate for your appropriation of my concern. You forgot how to be thought-provoking. You're the poem, the ode: "The First Syllable Of Someone Choking". And we laughed. And we cried. "And from one begot the other," we sighed. I spent too much time explainin' to too many people too many meanings to too many things they don't believe in. So much time wasted. Left deceived and I've faced my thieves and thanked my demons. We're for better and for worse our wisdom, our religion, and our reasons. Dreaded and threadbare but thankful. Heavy and mangled but still manageable. Wondering. What is worth the weight? Wondering? Nothing's worth the wait. Move around. Stay hot, or remain steady and get caught. I know someday life will outpace me. I'm not there yet. I'm not ready. I'm ahead to some degree; motivating friends and bating enemies. Classic. No magic. Face down; closed casket. No static. Kingdom? Tragic. Wisdom from the back, bottom to the top rack. Seriously joking while remaining though-provoking; I'll be the poem, the ode: "The First Syllable Of Someone Choking". |
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Probably not...how I write them and how they sound in my head is dramatically different than how they sound coming out of my mouth 
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Thank you, Mona!
