Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I used to fashion myself
a swarthy poet; up past midnight
to catch the eye of the moon when
it was soon ignored by another,
me, the lucid participant
ready
for a
glare

I would dare a formidible
lightflare with an uncertain
doubt or route pleasures
like dignitaries exhalted
by the parade!

I have made
metaphor from doesn't matter,
transcribed my trade-offs with
plays on words while all the time
playing the lure for word
tricks.

This
was my mantra.
Did I repeat myself?
This was my mantra.
Scat this back to the beat
on the last row, throw me yer
cavanaugh hat, let it land
above my right high eyebrow
sitting at a slant
threatening
the rim
of glass
vision.

Ah but I was a fool to believe
a fool like me could seize a moment
with a word.

I designed myself,
as it would be or as it wouldn't,
an absurdist blue on a white canvas
awaiting explanation.

But how could I possibly
explain syllables? How
could the purposeful dismissal
of imagery make me any kind
of thinker at
all?

Listen, these are the words you should
never use in poetry, words that have no imagery,
words that are purely the beat of your heart, words
not a part of apart from cliche, words that play
havoc on the bassline, words which intertwine
the nothing of empty space like the way
your eyes pretended to penetrate my vision

Havoc on the baseline, words which intertwine
the nothing of empty space like the way
your eyes pretended to penetrate my vision

Listen, these are the words you should
never use in poetry, words that have no imagery,
words that are purely the beat of your heart, words
not a part of apart from cliche, words that play
havoc on the bassline, words which intertwine
the nothing of empty space like the way
your eyes pretended to penetrate my vision

I have no idea what a woman’s vision is, I can only see the reflection, I know this much about a woman’s vision or a man’s vision, true love is perfect kindness.


trickiest words and sylables for me to use
Haiku

nature's design
words made flesh
speaking in pixels


Goddess of the garden of vision
you my highway hero
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Clay I have no design, I live in fear that one more litchick is going to flame me for hitting on her.

Ah but I was a fool to believe
a fool like me could seize a moment
with a word.

ohhhhhhhhhhh ...................
!!!!!
yeah

I have come to expect this kind of genius from you, doreen

does that make me spoiled?

god yes, I'm spoiled.

my favorite words.... the ones that are purely the beat of my heart.... playing havoc on the bassline. (I've got to learn how to play bass, someday)....

Enjoyed the read, Doreen.

words never to be used to poetry? whatever sounds false or makes you feel unconfortable lying.

Good insightful poem

. . . you sexpot you . . .