I want to be a poet again
and dissolve into the internet to change the world
It would be cool to be able to get up in the morning
and have martial arts like Bruce Lee
Soon I might wash and shave most days
and write the greatest novel ever written
Maybe I’ll take a walk for the hell of it
and spread a meme to end poverty
Yesterday I listened to an Anthony Robbins tape
(please don’t tell anyone)
and felt some general gratitude
Today I went to a great play with a friend
and wrote this.
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At the other end of the
At the other end of the tunnel, light! It is gratitude that opens every door.
Beautiful, Jess, just beautiful!
ta, my Bodhisattva
I promised you, but it's been slow coming.
I too feel disappointed !
I believe words don't change much these days. We just entertain our-selves. Don't expect much....Sorry I don't like to leave a negative comment and I'm not talking about your poem in particular but about poetry in general
Rula, you and I have very challenging differences
This is my least disappointing wordcrafting in years.
I want to lead you into a Shark Pool freeform workshop soon, but I am not quite ready yet.
I can't assure
That I'd be available on the very long run, so you'd better make it soon :-)
It would be great!
take it easy
Just think of poetry
Like a hobby
It doesn't feed bread
nor demolish poverty
so take it easy
Never seriously
Just then
You shall be inspired
to write what you've desired,
and it'll be fairly admired
Have peace!
therein lies the difference
between a poet and a dilettante. If I can't write I die, if a dilettante can't they could maybe take up macramé or scrap-booking.
truth is beauty
beauty truth,
thanks for noticing Mark
i wannabe too jess :)
I think I would like this without the word ‘poem’ at the end
simply finishing with ‘and wrote this’ ….
I really like the concept of ‘dissolving into the internet’ … although – lol – I have to admit when I am on a roll I rarely have the time to wash and shave…. and personally I hate life coaches… lol
great to see you are feeling a little of the old inspiration again jess – so often, too, we re-discover our own animus within another person’s creation
love judy
xxx
you nailed it, you are a fucking genius for specific suggestions
the word poem goes.
And oh I hate life coaches, (hence the line about not telling anyone) I was just desperately seeking around for something to get me out of these doldrums and accepted some mp3s from a trusted friend. They really are embarrassingly simple and obvious, but I guess that's why they also work, like CBT.
Wannabe
They ask what you do for a living. Be this girl, neighbor, friends of friends, new girlfriends. professors. Answer "I'm a poet" just once. The conversation will usually end. I don't know how it is abroad but in the U.S.
money and the love/obsession for it has been trying to whittle away anything that doesn't directly agree. An action undertaken for passion rather than gain is the stuff of scientist and artists, not economists, hedge managers, brokers. That has never been a part of my life. I'm calling the old WE and THEM from Hegel. I'll keep writing and being politically active to get the most heinous out of office. They aren't subtle. Well thought Jess, this is a manifesto.
Ron
thanks Ron, I always answer "I'm a poet"
the responses are varied, from fascination through disbelief to veiled contempt. Doesn't matter, it's the only honest answer. I've worked many jobs, have many skills and qualifications so the next best answer would be "factotum", which would only garner the contempt, veiled or not.
I agree that we are political by our mere existence, hence the signature line I use from Rushdie. Did you know that is also the un-official Neopoet slogan? It's on the t-shirts.
jess
IE Yes poetry and writing in general are vital. Look at the times in history where it was a literary source that acted as a catalyst to social change. Keep doing what you're doing. I know it's lonely. I experience it also. It has never made me question as to whether it is worth it. Perhaps the Armageddon of the bible is this conflict? Human vs. commodity. art vs a wage.
I'm young, ready to fight, it will take more than me though. I say we keep doing what we're doing.
Ron
I'm with you
and agree, the principles are a matter of existence and survival.
Hi Jess
I know you value minimalism so you might consider dropping "myself" in line 2. Or you might consider dropping a brick on my head lol. The elegant simplicity of this poem of varied ambitions just blows me away. One of the best free verse poems I've read here or anywhere. thanks for letting us read it...............stan
Your head is safe, for now,
good suggestion, I took it.
Ruthless elimination of the inessential, comrade!
And thank you.
Jess
You just Wannabe, it is the end product of the want is the fear that grows where nothing else grows..
Lets just change it to I needtobe, then work at what great things you have to fill those needs.
If you needtobe a poet or writer then get on with building it up,
I have found that I have been lost so many times of late more than ever before where I feel that "What the Hell To Do Next" sits there in my head and festers all the clear thoughts that should be there..
Maybe we lose sight of what tools we are carrying with us, our sharp minds that could cut steel or build bridges, destroy all we have or make us a whole person..
I wonder what the hell we are doing sometimes who the hell are we and what is the purpose in us being.
I guess this is where old people have the edge they can't remember so well lol.
Jess you tell me in ten years if I am here that you knew what you wanted to be and made it so, Teach you we should lol.
Loves you my friend and great to see you are thinking about being, Yours Ian.T
I purposely used "wannabe" in a wryly self-deprecating way.
It represents something much stronger though, self-actualisation through self-realisation and knowledge.
Fear not for me, my friend. I don't often know what I'm doing, but when I write I usually do.
Thanks lonnie,
but I value the minimalism of the piece. Best quit while you're ahead, as somebody said.
wannabe a beeeeee
wannabe a beeeeee
dissolve into the internet..???????
do you know… sugar dissolves in water… and is lost
so if you dissolve in the internet…. what will be the result
now you know ..
let it be otherwise ….
face realities or hide behind fake masks
and say all else..
except poetry is false
I ain't sure Stan will agree with yaa'll
but poetry across the internet is a dying art
no one really damn cares no more
not even here of that I 'm damn well sure
for you scratch my back …..as much as I do yours
then poetry my loved ones
is for me and you
that's for sure....
Wait one I do observe
all abababa cdcdcd abra cadabra style
of mundane poetry…. is being replaced …
by LOVED'S FREEE style…
coz Loved creates originality and history …
along with poetry,......
while others blow ears and noses
but still read …
you too Jess
my very dear
poet
friend
philosopher
guide what else
do you wish to hear.
loved 's own deliberation
a simplistic version
as I read Jess's
composition..
this is just a transition...
Loved
I will just put a few eggs in here, like 5.
We must write, it maybe that no one takes any notice, but the writing is still there. Words pushing words for ever outward..
If you put just one drop of water in the Ocean it is still that one drop no matter how big the Ocean is..
Our families will read, and some of our friends and words spread as ripples on a pond.
And Jess is right in saying, that it is better to write in the best way that we can, be it that Jess scolds us into writing better, I feel is one of the gifts we have given to us..
Loved, your style has improved and your words flow much better of late.
Jess is searching for something he already has, it is that gift he worked at for 40 years in poetry and writing.
Now he fears a lull and being at rest, like a piece of wood on life's river he has been caught in an eddy and there he may be for a while, but at the next rains he will move on toward the Ocean again.
I am sometimes caught there in those eddies and voids of movement, then I reach inward to search for a reason and sometimes there is no reason for that vague writers block, or just listless oppression, sometimes feelings of who the hell am I, or what is the use in writing or in fact most things become quite huge..
I am lucky that I have an inner strength that is endless but I should learn to listen to its wisdom sometimes, and then I would be happy and content, always, Yours Ian.T
Hi Ian .. do read as for Jess also ...then you will know
as we grow with the curvaceousness of time
we learn to oscillate and rhyme,
with the tune of time
and
as we strip fellow brethren
nudify them poetically or otherwise,
then we assume a stature of which
even god would feel shy
then we feel what we garble
is solid stuff
and what such a one says
shouldn't be taken as a bluff,
for we are the creators and masters of that confidence....
none can question now or hereafter
So i bow to you
for your and Jess’s views
a simple poet
I call myself a bloody muse.
it sure does most amuse.
many gave up ere they'd accuse
I repeat someone else's comment
You have time to write endlessly and post them multiple times on Neopoet and on other sites, so you could make time to join a Workshop. You are just making excuses to avoid challenging yourself to learn.
when you dissolve sugar in water it is not lost.
the water is sweetened. In fact sugar is not sweet until it is dissolved.
The rest is unusually negative for you and I strongly disagree. Especially regarding formalism versus "LOVED'S FREEE style" (you ego cancer is showing my dear, do I need to administer some nasty chemo?)
ian and Jess
.I regard you
as my best poetic friends
trying to kill my egoistic mental cancer
of claiming to be a poet,
a hobby for me
thanks it’s not my bread and butter,
but still I'm your pet.(dog)
But the bitter you are
the creative I get
I assure you, some classic poetry,
I shall beget
albeit it may be a bit too late,
in the evening of my poetic life,
as you say
my words flow today,
perhaps my memory shall the masses sway
maybe, may -be not some day,
so for my salvation do pray!
that's ok, these habits are hard to break
perhaps you should acquire the habit of looking left, right, behind, under your bed and checking any suspicious packages in the mail.
Seriously, ta mate.
thanks Gypsy
had I even noticed you were using this name?
I must go check your other postings.
True, Beau
The play was "Death of a Salesman". Brilliant production, couldn't speak for some time after it finished.
Felt like the Sham 69 song-
"I've got my jumper on the wrong way,
with the label sticking out,
I've been hung out to dry,
but the dirt just won't come out"
make sure the production you see
has a great lead actor, the whole play depends on it