A petulant contrarian takes his bat and ball Play by his rules or don’t play at all You’re welcome to sit at the children’s table Your membership card is purely a label
Majorities are a democratic dream Sold the fantasy to the extreme Somehow claiming the moral high ground But where only the minority is found
Now as the world turns slowly burning Eyes open to the virtues returning Consign the child to go play at home Where he can wonder why he’s all alone
Written as reward Benevolent monarch hands Meaning to illiterate minions Clinging onto every word
Posted in advertisement The philosophical sword Hangs on a single hair Virtue is written in sunlight
Submitted to AllPoetry’s ‘An Expression of Yourself’ course – Brevity. With this assignment, I would like you to use metaphor and simile. Focus on the ordinary but make it something more expansive to where your mind cannot find the outer walls of the images.
As an extra idea, I also put this through the N+7 machine and used (mostly) the results from N+14
The Monogram Handlers
Written as rhythm Benevolent monogram handlers Medic to immigrant misanthropes Clinging onto every works
Posted in affair The philosophical synagogue Happenings on a single half-life Vision is written in superlative
We don’t need another poem Out of the holidays, out of the seasons Don’t make the same mistake again Rolling seas and moonlight are not reasons To write another one the same And I wonder when are we ever gonna change A prompt repeated ’til nothing else remains
We don’t need another poem We don’t need the same old metaphors All we want is life beyond Another simile that simply bores
I know it’s something we can rely on But there’s got to be better out there Love and nature, their day is done Just another castle built in the air And I wonder when we are ever gonna change A prompt repeated ’til nothing else remains
We don’t need another poem We don’t need the same old similes All we want is life beyond Another metaphor to simply please
So what do we do with our lives? We leave only a mark Will our poem shine like a light Or end in the dark? Give it all or nothing
We don’t need another poem About autumn, Christmas or Halloween All we want is life beyond Another set of rhymes already seen
To the tune of We Don’t Need Another Hero. After following a number of poetry prompt blogs for more than 12 months now I found it a little amusing that the same seasonal themes return again.
It’s more an observation than a criticism as I rarely bother to write about seasons specifically, or holidays (especially if they are not relevant to my location). Folks can write about whatever makes them happy. It’s easy to not read something! But I do like to be challenged by the writer to perhaps come at the prompt from a new angle for a change.
In the autumnal airs, crinkled brown A leaf falling is looking for a place to live That big old house where we melted cheese Time told us not to get old, to forgive
Pushing and pulling at different doors What did the squirrels squeak watching in? At 4am a split second of thought Was a sadness that solved everything
1994ever 