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  Mar 2019 CeeJay
MicMag
What's it take
These days

To write a poem

That makes the world go mad
That brings the crowds to their feet
That spreads like wildfire
Through a dry winter forest

Is it those excessively long words?
The loquacious ramblings
Of an insecure mind aspiring
To authentic intellect?

Is it perhaps...
     the "creativity"
               of      varied      spacing
  or...    could it be..... the lack
                              of capitalization
               the loathsome little letters
               screaming out
                         hey, look at us!
         ... or maybe it's
               the punctuation marks,
     littered, haphazardly
          through the text
                    (whether used correctly)
               or, theyre not?!
     despite worrds mispeled
          and a grammar might is broken
   can these tricks increase interest
        though miswritten or misspoken?

Is the trick alliteration
Whose bite brightly bids us
To center on the snappy sounds?
Although all along
     unvoiced underneath
Ideas idle in the isles
   (or perhaps the aisles)
Of the mind
To meld and craft and bind
Our thorough thoughts
And worthy words
Into lines
Which
Heard by herds
Raise the
                  Praise for which we
                  Privately, desperately
                  Pray

Maybe it's a magical mix
Of splendid in-your-head rhythm
Marvelous meter that perfectly clicks
Flowing smoothly without schism

Well-spaced stanzas
Well-used time
Well-crafted phrases
Well-thought-out rhymes

Well, maybe not...
     those gems are often ignored
     cast-aside, unclicked, abhorred

Why?

Because the modern world
doesn't need your rules
your restrictions
your regulations
your misguided boundaries
your oppression
your antiquated ideas
   of "the right way"
   to write
   to speak
   to act
   to live
   to (fill in the blank)

No, what the modern world needs
is
Negation!
Contradiction!
Resistance!
Revolt!

And poetry whose words
Say the same thing
Repeat the same meaning
Echo the same lyrics
Rephrase the same thoughts
But in an ever-so-slightly
Different
Varied
Changed up way
Line
After line
Of synonyms
          over
               and
                    over
                         again

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What's it take
These days

To not give in
To narcissism's spiral?

But more importantly:
What's it take

To make my poem go viral?
Only halfway cynically written, I swear!
  Mar 2019 CeeJay
Ariel
You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you
  Mar 2019 CeeJay
L Blythe
We drink the poison people pour for us, and yet we wonder why
                    we feel so sick.
CeeJay May 2018
Waves of relaxation consume my space--
As you gently caress my weary face.
Eyes look up to you, your warm smile emerges,
"I love you", you whisper, my elation surges.

Take me back to sun-drenched sand,
Adoring every doggo, hand in hand.
We study the rock-pools, seeking crustaceans,
Laughing and contemplating our aspirations.

Eager to acquaint me with your closest friends,
Your fondness for me, not one could contend.
Their warmth and kindness soothed my agitation,
Ambience, cocktails, music--developed my liberation.

The warm night in that moonlit pool,
Illuminated ripples had kept us cool.
Enveloped in your arms, you pulled me close,
My lips embraced yours and time froze.

Nurturing me through one of my greatest fears,
Your compassion gleamed as my eyes filled with tears.
Dazed and confused, not leaving my side,
Gave me comfort and gratitude, impossible to hide.

Wrapped up in your presence, bury my head in your chest,
Your rhythmic breath puts me to rest.
"I love you, too", I murmur, absorbing your warmth,
Descending into sleep, two hearts conform.
I love writing lyric poetry because it is so meaningful to me and is based on my real experiences.
CeeJay Mar 2018
They say love lasts forever, alas I beg to differ,
Tell me you can look in the mirror--
And sternly admit to a life without flip-flopping,
Between a quitter and a winner.

You spend your time calving out an image,
of the perfect life, the perfect wife--
Oblivious to her wishes, her dynamic ambitions,
Offering your warm heart but to change minds in an instant.

I lost myself with and without you,
For years we were an inseparable two,
Ready to take on the world full-force--
While endorsing eyes had kept us on course.

Two minds were torn apart by expectations,
Guilt ensued from causing your frustration,
Not ready to let go of comforting arms,
That arbitrary line alarmed and harmed my calm.

Although my time as yours had filled my heart,
You will always remain, my doors wide open from the start,
Whenever you have clarity, whoever you see at dawn,
Don't let it be an eternity, now that you're gone.
I wanted to have a go at writing a more rhythmic poem.
CeeJay Jan 2018
Read my countless qualms, watch
Over me while recovery slows. As you
Hold me in comforting arms, I am immersed in
Awe of your electric melodies.
Negative thoughts evaporate, then fear--
Pulls me away from unfamiliar ventures. Your
Aura intoxicates me, enveloping every fibre. Touch
Runs deep within my core. I fall deeper and
Relish your soothing, ardent brown eyes--
Your heartbeat shrouds reality and guides me home.
CeeJay Jan 2018
Ache for adventure, contentment, resolve--
Weigh down the years ahead, unravel trembling uneasiness,
Endlessly float through stale, dreary, concrete jungle--
Towering over me, etched walls climb higher.

Archive daydreams like diamonds swallowed by muddy pits,
Cradle my hand--snake-like paths lead nowhere,
Drain my world of colour--lift me higher,
Push fading warmth afar and blind me.

Peel away empty hours, days, years--
Reveal rosy cheeks, breathe life into icy veins,
Help me discover you, inject passion,
Drag me from the hazy abyss--complete me.
I've decided to start writing poetry again! My last poem was way back in High School and I feel that University plus getting a full-time corporate job had killed my creativity. This is me trying to unplug that creative block to let my emotions flow into words.
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