You, you are a Thermodynamic Buoyant Force ******* like the single-minded Octopus that takes and takes Strong energy, mild energy Inhales the organically-grown Petals of all flowers, regardless Good intentions. that sure is nice What humility, Artificial Plastic Egotistical Manufactured Trademarked Birthed Regurgitated and too thoughtfully acted by You. But I see it. You have not landed. The world needs your footprint but it does not need your self-indulged hunger. Be humble. Your success is not marked if You are not humble. Keep your tentacles in your depths and Be Poised Poised you seem to be and success is your process but Humility is my truth. We float on neighboring clouds of public service that have not the same hue. Take a step back. I see you mean No harm like a dinosaur with no arms Good intentions. Take a step back. You desire to envelop others yet You do so so mindlessly I see it. Let your brain rest from the throne. the world does not serve you It serves nothing and no one as We are all lucky. You say that you’re lucky For all to hear just to endear And that is the problem My dear, be poised. Publicize your life for documentation? No Take a step back. We need your love compassion independence ambition Real not fake. Transform this and Good intentions. The world is not yours You walk on its leaf and repeated, recycled identities Take a step back. The world is not yours.
This poem is conflicted, a mix of both misplaced judgment and overpowering values. Please let me know if you have any feedback! It also sounds powerful when read out loud. Trying to fine-tune my voice.
I shut my bedroom door now engulfed by the bindings of paper and pen and I roll my chair to grey desk stacked high with Dickinson, Bronte's three, and Alvarez I pull out my writing tools and begin to contemplate ideas that dare not be discussed in the public of society Why is it that God must be a man and What make the human taught ideal of modesty such a binding force flow through my brain and I breath again without measure or discernment I am free in my freedom i think back to the conversation my mother and I held this morning A girl had stood in our line of view her hemline resting mid-thigh My mother had turned to me "Ellis look at that girl! I can see her ******!" face aghast I nodded "It is disgusting that girls these days dress so provocatively! Thank God I have a modest girl!" I nodded again and I thanked God. -Modesty Is A Human Construct
She was the epitome of simplicity, A key to elegance. It was her style, Her signature on what she wore. Her own style she picked from fashion, Cause fashion fades quickly, Style remains forever, It represents quality. The colours she wore were those that looked good on her. She dressed not to be noticed, But, she dressed to be remembered. It gave her confidence, Boosted her personality. Promoted modesty, beauty, And above all elegance.
If you’re famous, There will always be a someone Who has never heard or seen a picture Of the likes of you; Not seen your picture, Doesn’t have the least idea Who, what you are Or what you stand for.
Doesn’t that scoot little you right down To terra firma? Started this in two fourteen. Found it on a teeny hidden-somewhere-scrap. It’s two eighteen: I feel the same as. (rhymes with famous – see line 1) Poet’s freedom once again,’’’ I can’t resist. Might have been comedienne, But then, It’s not my calling.)
Anyway, It does become one (rhymes with someone -see line 2) To come down to planet earth And stick to anonymity.
Do your job, Stick to your your day. Things are working out your way Without you knowing What they’re doing. Let the winds of fate and karma Make the lack of show your army.
Coming Down To Earth 3.1.2018 Circling Round Reality; Definitely Didactic: Arlene Corwin
Fame and name are so transient. A bit of a nothing.