Poetics and Poetry Discussion

Struggle

An odd awareness
Rushes up creating nausea

Going down rattling
An ultra sensitive feeling

straight from the back of my head
a very suffocating thought

a massive crash! the process stopped
i look back with closed eyes

just to live
…………..pretending
………………………bigotry
……………………………...cheating
………………………………………..schemes and
…………………………..…………………………..lies

No struggle
No protest
In life?

Would the depth of understanding
And the height of ethics be lost from life with out direction?

Must have to win
In the battle of life

Or retracement will take place from that iron determination
Or will they push you down
Slowly
……..little
…………..by
………………little
………………………step
……………………………by
………………………………step?

Park Bench

Like Rose-ensanguined ivory
A shape appears now, to him
Like vapours steaming up his behind
The Park Bench sits dizzy, blind, shelterless
Alas i wonder at, even pity
Those who recline on yonder Bench
Pain is the element found
When a single ass
Is placed on yonder Park Bench
The only sound that will assault his ears
Is a mournfull tune, Oh Danny Boy

f R e A k Y.....I just visited the PH twilight zone then was zApPeD right back out........I think I'll go see if I can find it again. If you don't hear from me again I'll be hangin' with Rod Serling

When, oh when, will I find the time to edit all my poems? They all need tweeking.

My new Mistress is Golf, I love playing Golf I still write poetry My soul is washed by words, my heart is filled with love I live with a Cat with emerald eyes

Warm regards

AJS

Anger Management Of A Golf Driver

You Arrive With Your bag of tricks
You pull your Penis warmer of your Driver
Strut to the Tee gripping your Phallic like Club
Picture the ball as your worst enemy
Grinning at you from atop the tee
You perform a little waltz
With your last movement
Being that of a Ballet dancer
Standing on Toes
Dancing on eggshells
When you connect
The driver squeals like a little Girl
You gaze down the fairway
Watching your ball disappear
Into a green forest
Veering left into mud and water
Your enemy has disappeared
Oh well at least you have reached some sort of climax
You have many more enemies
Many more balls with faces

I want to compile a blog titled VOICES OF INDIA to feature works by poets from India. I am interested in India’s culture and what your lives are like in relation to it. If you are a poet from India, send several short poems or one or two longer ones to VOICES OF INDIA care of my POEMHUNTER member page. Also if you could recommend any other poets or background information on Indian poetry, Theresa Haffner at Poemhunter.com.

Is freedom of speech practised in America can I say what I want, can i Write what I want


Allan James Saywell

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Allan James Saywell

Warm Regards

Trapped within the Minds of Poe
By: Adam M. Snow

Once upon a nightful somber,
entranced within a loreful slumber;
a murky pass it feels to be:
this dream, this world it calls me.

Dragging, falling deeper within a void,
my mistress Fear and I devoid.
Clinching my chest, my racing heart pounds,
alone in darkness with many sounds;
one in particular from a raven afar,
'Nevermore.' said he with my ears ajar.

Intrigued was I by an outspoken raven
perched upon a branch, in a realm of non-haven.
'Nevermore.' said he, spreading wings to flutter,
" Where am I?” I whispered in terror, utter."
" All that I see or seem
is it but a dream within a dream?"
but the raven he quoth again, 'Nevermore.'
lost I feel, lost evermore.

The raven vanishes, taking me back to slumber;
waking again with my eyes a somber.
Finding my hands and feet a bound,
above a pit with a pendulum confound.
Approached by a man thought to be dead,
Poe he spoke with so much dread.
'We loved with a love that was more than love.'
spoke he, as I lay watching the pendulum above.

It swings with a flutter as it slowly drops to me,
my voice is muted; I am force to see
as the pendulum drops, my flesh gets torn.
My eyes again fell somber as I forlorn.
I close my eyes welcoming death,
getting ready to take my last breath.

I feel it wash over me, it is just that;
my memories flashing like tat.
This nightmarish of a dream, I feel forsaken;
my sorrow; I could not awaken.