freeform vs. structured (unfinished)

[neologistic]

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?

[joel]

syncopated magnum opus in jazzform...

...can't even find appropriate medium to respond...

...in awe...and jealous ...

..and choosing Doreen's theorized "like button"....

Romans 14

Welcome those who are weak in faith, but not for the purpose of quarrelling over opinions. Some believe in eating anything, while the weak eat only vegetables. Those who eat must not despise those who abstain, and those who abstain must not pass judgement on those who eat; for God has welcomed them. Who are you to pass judgement on servants of another? It is before their own lord that they stand or fall. And they will be upheld, for the Lord is able to make them stand.

Some judge one day to be better than another, while others judge all days to be alike. Let all be fully convinced in their own minds. Those who observe the day, observe it in honour of the Lord. Also those who eat, eat in honour of the Lord, since they give thanks to God; while those who abstain, abstain in honour of the Lord and give thanks to God.

We do not live to ourselves, and we do not die to ourselves. If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord; so then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s. For to this end Christ died and lived again, so that he might be Lord of both the dead and the living.
Why do you pass judgement on your brother or sister? Or you, why do you despise your brother or sister? For we will all stand before the judgement seat of God. For it is written,
‘As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bow to me,
and every tongue shall give praise to God.’
So then, each of us will be accountable to God.

Let us therefore no longer pass judgement on one another, but resolve instead never to put a stumbling-block or hindrance in the way of another. I know and am persuaded in the Lord Jesus that nothing is unclean in itself; but it is unclean for anyone who thinks it unclean. If your brother or sister is being injured by what you eat, you are no longer walking in love. Do not let what you eat cause the ruin of one for whom Christ died. So do not let your good be spoken of as evil. For the kingdom of God is not food and drink but righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. The one who thus serves Christ is acceptable to God and has human approval. Let us then pursue what makes for peace and for mutual edification. Do not, for the sake of food, destroy the work of God. Everything is indeed clean, but it is wrong for you to make others fall by what you eat; it is good not to eat meat or drink wine or do anything that makes your brother or sister stumble. The faith that you have, have as your own conviction before God. Blessed are those who have no reason to condemn themselves because of what they approve. But those who have doubts are condemned if they eat, because they do not act from faith; for whatever does not proceed from faith is sin.

[neologistic]

Wow, thanks, Joel. Did this awhile back, the plan was to have them fight back and forth until they resolved things, supposed to be a 10 part poem but as you see I stopped at 4 for now. Not sure how to make things more convoluted before they realize they are both spinning their wheels

[joel]

however it goes on, it's brilliant...well do(ing)ne!

[Doreen Peri]

brilliant, interesting, intriguing writing.... enjoyed!