freeform vs. structured (unfinished)
Posted: January 28th, 2011, 3:32 am
I. (freeform)
If you jumped inside a hole
That turned into a star
And vanished
Would you wear a suit?
Not particularly?
Then why wear one now?
Abstract thought
Is the structural design
For logic
And logically
Obstructs functionality.
Logical thought
Is the structural design
For failure
And fails in
Maniacally functioning.
II. (structured)
Unlike those windowed pains of line,
Sight prevails fog while syncing time.
Sweet blinking rhymes commit haggardly crimes
Of naught but flowing open and closed.
Oft'times caught weaving erratic plans,
Free form is free thus not worth a damn!
"Vers libre Grand!" comments Birth of a Sham,
With meaning left but to decompose.
Poetry's One Thing, but now,
Prose - that is prose.
When one sees a weed,
Does one call it a rose?
One mustn't assume
Sacred bonds are complete
'Tween Author and Reader
'Till seen with a beat.
Some may go with it,
Some go without.
Structured poems are minutes;
Sixty-seconds, no doubt.
The watch, while on hand,
Tells time at its best
When oiled gear meets oiled gear
With band in tip-top;
No fear of elite jeers.
III. (freeform)
If you knew that the slated day of your Death
Fell
Before your eyes
Upon the dusty heels of a morning
Of which no planets
Shepherd misguided lambs
Of perception
To astrological synchronization
Would you see your departure date
Be any less
Than during a solar eclipse?
If I meter and rhyme
Then sentences align
But my soul rarely hopscotches over perfect pebbles.
I understand, truly, and actually agree.
Containment is useful for breaking free.
In fact, for some, a prerequisite.
But if on the outside, why would I go back in?
For the food?
Or to structure my insecurity
That I might not belong out?
If the focus of your expression
Is syllabic value and such,
That's fine,
But for me,
It's well over
Did
Your poem express love?
Or the ability to forcefully eject
Rejected pilots of your heart
Into dense iambic atmosphere?
IV. (structured)
FaSt in the weaving of mechanical spells
ReTurns hooded castes behind the cloaks unfurled.
ErRhine implication of affliction tells
ElUsive clockworks that their gears have been hurled.
FaCility, within which veils say "Farewells!
OpTative are missions - have swirled, yet not curled;
RhUmbs pointing off, thus sense of direction fails
MaRasmic misguidance like none from this world,
'cEpt for deep from within the feeble sleeping of meek
SeSquipedalian efforts to justify weak!"
NuGatory reigns
OnOlatry...fitting Spring.
TeTricity speaks.
AcTum ut supra, done so, as below, with no games;
NeRvous probandi is swift, "freeform's" death had no pains!
EdUce from me pleasure or mayhaps a tear;
WoEfully, naught of which succesfully torn:
PiEtistic pleadings call out for to shear
OpSimath's fallen ego yet none need mourn.
EcPhonesis! You have rhymed! Nothing to fear!
TaRdigrade planes fly skies, afore against sworn!
RoI faineant ousted by logical spear!
YeT! Still there is struggle! Will one never learn?
If you jumped inside a hole
That turned into a star
And vanished
Would you wear a suit?
Not particularly?
Then why wear one now?
Abstract thought
Is the structural design
For logic
And logically
Obstructs functionality.
Logical thought
Is the structural design
For failure
And fails in
Maniacally functioning.
II. (structured)
Unlike those windowed pains of line,
Sight prevails fog while syncing time.
Sweet blinking rhymes commit haggardly crimes
Of naught but flowing open and closed.
Oft'times caught weaving erratic plans,
Free form is free thus not worth a damn!
"Vers libre Grand!" comments Birth of a Sham,
With meaning left but to decompose.
Poetry's One Thing, but now,
Prose - that is prose.
When one sees a weed,
Does one call it a rose?
One mustn't assume
Sacred bonds are complete
'Tween Author and Reader
'Till seen with a beat.
Some may go with it,
Some go without.
Structured poems are minutes;
Sixty-seconds, no doubt.
The watch, while on hand,
Tells time at its best
When oiled gear meets oiled gear
With band in tip-top;
No fear of elite jeers.
III. (freeform)
If you knew that the slated day of your Death
Fell
Before your eyes
Upon the dusty heels of a morning
Of which no planets
Shepherd misguided lambs
Of perception
To astrological synchronization
Would you see your departure date
Be any less
Than during a solar eclipse?
If I meter and rhyme
Then sentences align
But my soul rarely hopscotches over perfect pebbles.
I understand, truly, and actually agree.
Containment is useful for breaking free.
In fact, for some, a prerequisite.
But if on the outside, why would I go back in?
For the food?
Or to structure my insecurity
That I might not belong out?
If the focus of your expression
Is syllabic value and such,
That's fine,
But for me,
It's well over
Did
Your poem express love?
Or the ability to forcefully eject
Rejected pilots of your heart
Into dense iambic atmosphere?
IV. (structured)
FaSt in the weaving of mechanical spells
ReTurns hooded castes behind the cloaks unfurled.
ErRhine implication of affliction tells
ElUsive clockworks that their gears have been hurled.
FaCility, within which veils say "Farewells!
OpTative are missions - have swirled, yet not curled;
RhUmbs pointing off, thus sense of direction fails
MaRasmic misguidance like none from this world,
'cEpt for deep from within the feeble sleeping of meek
SeSquipedalian efforts to justify weak!"
NuGatory reigns
OnOlatry...fitting Spring.
TeTricity speaks.
AcTum ut supra, done so, as below, with no games;
NeRvous probandi is swift, "freeform's" death had no pains!
EdUce from me pleasure or mayhaps a tear;
WoEfully, naught of which succesfully torn:
PiEtistic pleadings call out for to shear
OpSimath's fallen ego yet none need mourn.
EcPhonesis! You have rhymed! Nothing to fear!
TaRdigrade planes fly skies, afore against sworn!
RoI faineant ousted by logical spear!
YeT! Still there is struggle! Will one never learn?
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