Jun 2014
I wrote a poem two days ago! I meant to put it on here yesterday,
It was called 'easily read easily said'!
It was O'Reily a special moment for me and of the rhyme it took to be complete.. When you end in terms of a poem with rhythm, balance and in written cliché de par example; don't look back in anger,
To O'Reily when he wrote Easily Read Easily Said..
My name is Kevin Egan I'm a poet of do I know it?
But you can call me.... 'O'Reily'!, A Pseudonym name, you said, you read or maybe you pointed north, the other way like an order of the day to forget and carry on with your daily push.
I copy and paste... Hails Mary Grace,
I then, once finished proceeded to paper it on @here when suddenly, instantaneous not famous not loud but proud my poem disappeared, My hesitant scream along with a crack on my screen it appeared with Order Order!!
A poem running round me like flying words and getting away in my house,
Soundings like the swear words that had ludic in finding order like a cat chasing the mouse..
Up it appeared Order Order under my need,
My post title of Easily Read Easily Said the last of my poetic disorders lost in my trivial complicated head showimg its nemesis!
Like a head master out rages his dandy lip orders, ripping them up in to tiny little pieces and discarding the energy of thy work..
But no, with no saving grace it was Easily Read Easily Said!
6 long verses gone forever!
All that was left, all that maintenance to reflect,
It Was its title and you readers now taking the michael.
After a work all day, with a bed,
sleep mammoth on my head,
I slept away.
Hours later I woke up refresh and up getting ready to write and work on something and somehow often mesmeric,
but not touched by the dead poet in my attic.
If anyone you know who forgets what he wrote and its burnt out in the fire smoke,
Erased from its first gibberish sketches of ambience,
If they're remembrance of each detail word, each written birth mark and of going back over with a certain cert,
Then he or she would then be an O'Really remarkable poet,
and that's not me.
In honour of the pen writer
The technology forget me fighter,
The dip in the ink calligrapher!
and dit, well is that it? Finished!
If ever I had a collection of poems for a title then O'Reily! I would call it Easily Read Easily Said!
Just need 50 more collection of poems or lyrics or is it 100?
I have burnt, learnt my lessons now
I wont pinch myself over that or lose sleep over it either thank you very much.
That is i before e except after O'Reily
O'Reily@21062014
It was called 'easily read easily said'!
It was O'Reily a special moment for me and of the rhyme it took to be complete.. When you end in terms of a poem with rhythm, balance and in written cliché de par example; don't look back in anger,
To O'Reily when he wrote Easily Read Easily Said..
My name is Kevin Egan I'm a poet of do I know it?
But you can call me.... 'O'Reily'!, A Pseudonym name, you said, you read or maybe you pointed north, the other way like an order of the day to forget and carry on with your daily push.
I copy and paste... Hails Mary Grace,
I then, once finished proceeded to paper it on @here when suddenly, instantaneous not famous not loud but proud my poem disappeared, My hesitant scream along with a crack on my screen it appeared with Order Order!!
A poem running round me like flying words and getting away in my house,
Soundings like the swear words that had ludic in finding order like a cat chasing the mouse..
Up it appeared Order Order under my need,
My post title of Easily Read Easily Said the last of my poetic disorders lost in my trivial complicated head showimg its nemesis!
Like a head master out rages his dandy lip orders, ripping them up in to tiny little pieces and discarding the energy of thy work..
But no, with no saving grace it was Easily Read Easily Said!
6 long verses gone forever!
All that was left, all that maintenance to reflect,
It Was its title and you readers now taking the michael.
After a work all day, with a bed,
sleep mammoth on my head,
I slept away.
Hours later I woke up refresh and up getting ready to write and work on something and somehow often mesmeric,
but not touched by the dead poet in my attic.
If anyone you know who forgets what he wrote and its burnt out in the fire smoke,
Erased from its first gibberish sketches of ambience,
If they're remembrance of each detail word, each written birth mark and of going back over with a certain cert,
Then he or she would then be an O'Really remarkable poet,
and that's not me.
In honour of the pen writer
The technology forget me fighter,
The dip in the ink calligrapher!
and dit, well is that it? Finished!
If ever I had a collection of poems for a title then O'Reily! I would call it Easily Read Easily Said!
Just need 50 more collection of poems or lyrics or is it 100?
I have burnt, learnt my lessons now
I wont pinch myself over that or lose sleep over it either thank you very much.
That is i before e except after O'Reily
O'Reily@21062014
