Didactic Hopes

Posted on January 23, 2021 by acupofsongwriting

Can these words rise

Up to the days that

Lie in the future

Around the corner

And flat on the pavement

Where the people walk

And talk

The poetry

Or words

Combines

To make meaning

Significant maybe

But timely

Indeed

Franchise Virus

Posted on February 3, 2019 by acupofsongwriting

The franchise virus

Growing from the roots

Of a dead cypress

Cold pressed nightmares

Held up by titans

Each man has a turn

To flame the words

Caught up on the wings

Of drunken birds

By night

And by day

What the naysayers say

Is the franchise lies

Being manufactured day

And night

Barbaric Nature

Posted on July 17, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

Baffling word barbaric in nature

Wondering if what these words mean

Could have foreseen me in danger

Biting at every corner confused

Bemused with conjunction and function

These words have settled me amusing

Creating concrete facts I am using

Never the language I am abusing

Tyring to learn a new flow and rhyme

All to be done

Not just part time

Every day

Every line

I write

Comes a new idea a new inspirations

Condensation of the mind

And spirit

Upon the paper written

In my mind I hear it

The words fell off my fingers touching

Connecting each other puzzles solved

The simile resolved

I move on to contracted spirits

And to a path contingent

On the next line

The next phrase

For each word written

Is now where the sentence lays

Down Around Town

Posted on December 31, 2012 by acupofsongwriting

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Baffling word barbaric in nature

Wondering if what these words mean

Could have foreseen me in danger

Biting at every corner confused

Bemused with conjunction and function

These words have settled me amusing

Creating concrete facts I am using

Never the language I am abusing

Tyring to learn a new flow and rhyme

All to be done

Not just part time

Every day

Every line

I write

Comes a new idea a new inspirations

Condensation of the mind

And spirit

Upon the paper written

In my mind I hear it

The words fell off my fingers touching

Connecting each other puzzles solved

The simile resolved

I move on to contracted spirits

And to a path contingent

On the next line

The next phrase

For each word written

Is now where the sentence lays

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This is as much a piece of work as it is a play on words and meaning. I try to utilize the last

word in the last 3 lines of each verse to speak something to the reader – in addition

to what the poem is actually reading. I am trying to find a way to convey meaning

both internally and from the roots of the poem, utilizing words that struck a chord

with the mind frame in which I am writing. Enjoy!

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Words burning up

And falling down

All around

Tinsel town

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Not one man

Today

Can say

And “Play”

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Words collide slowly

Feeling

The ceiling

Cracking and peeling

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A mind collection

Bending

Sending

A thought of pretending

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Through veins pumping

Asking to quit

This shit

And just sit

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Pockets invaded

In time

Not one dime

Will be mine

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Forgetting questions

Ask for yours

For tours

Through U.S. contours

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Tipping crashing

Feeling tall

Until we fall

And beginning to crawl

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