#commodity
The desire to have our poem in the hierarchy
of the covenant first second and third spots
Ultimately, the top five for the month and
To rain Supreme the best poem of the year
A lofty goal all accolades voted by your peers
Achieving success is eupeptic
The shadow of your last win is where
Trepidation begins. Wanting to do it again,
Wanting more When is it enough?
Competition does not germinate commodity
Growing resentment divides in different ways
It starts off innocent yet bubbles festering inside
A little friendly competition never hurt anyone
But Do you give sparkles to your opponents?
Knowing that would put them ahead of you?
It’s different if you don’t have steak in the game
However, you must CHOOSE who to help WIN
It hurts Watching some of your best work
Crash and Burn near the bottom of the board
head held high chipped OFF my shoulder
Start again, I don’t write for the masses or do I
Dichotomy My fellow poets, I call friends
Green with envy licking wounds.mind turning
It sticks in my craw Who and Why do I write
Second-guessing my ability as a poet is hard
I know I’m not the only one that feels this way
Knocks me down a peg or two arrogant pride
Wild ride Difficult to accept Bruised EGO in tact
I eat humble pie why do I put myself through it?
It’s principles I write subjects that are taboo
Perhaps rather harsh if you really knew
When you’re reading it,it’s also reading you
I have a conviction Certain poems had to be said
Comment “you’re very brave saying it out loud”
I never gave any thought I just wrote it.
Sentiment out in the open, my Guff no longer full
First, I have to set my priorities in order
The strategy of winning a work of art
This poem is a Sestina
(6) six line stanzas 36 lines
Plus a three line envoy
Total poem 39 lines
Footnotes
In College the use of idioms Faux paws were not acceptable poetry and look upon as bad form.
However these seem so apropos I couldn’t resist the little twist to make a point. Since we believe in anything goes, I decided to break the rule.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 3:22 AM UTC
Look nowhere but within, for your spiritual highs, forgiveness and sin.
The saddest truth there is, your a commodity.
You're a consumer to the holy man who put a price on his wisdom.
And the teachings of the earth are so lost
That we pay for courses in the innate.
To know what we thought we never needed. And become who we thought we'd never be.
Isn't that ironic?
We're lost.
This human being.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 7:46 AM UTC
I'm watching the rain, again
watching how it's driven
crashing from the heavens
towards the Earth
bringing new life, rebirth
such a precious commodity
yet it's treated with triviality
man cannot live without water
but will fight to death for an idea
being heralded a martyr
shedding precious tears
tell me why you fight?
why you need the pain
when everything will be alright
right as rain.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
Minimise distraction
Maximise intention.
Minimise commodity fetishism
Maximise giving out love.
Love people, use things.
The opposite never works.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 7:56 AM UTC
Flesh over fiction
validation over volition
find the angle
to carve desire,
find the curve,
to contort the insatiable itch
seared by the rapacity
of modernity.
We transcended commodity,
now,
we're free,
not in sense of liberty
the shackles still remain
but our worth diminished.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
No:10
This is an obvious one, seeing you is all I need to make a bad day good
This is an obvious one yet you still do not know.
If we were a cookie you would be the chocolate chip goodness that bring absolute bliss as it melts.
This’s is an obvious one yet you do not know,
Words I should have spoken sooner; like the first roses are red on an awkward date or the first song sang to impress, true that violets are blue
This should be obvious I cherish every moment like it’s my last because seeing you smile, is a commodity, one only a few may enjoy.
Stars twinkle and cows may jump over the moon but you smile and I’ll smile too.
This should be obvious.
Rex Verum Regem
TFK
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC
I
Am human
I
was
born,
I,
For reasons
I
Don't
Know,
I
Am conscious
I
Want what is mine.
The only planet I might
ever touch with my toes
in my lifetime, the only planet
that our children may
ever, is in constant flux
as humankind fights on high
between the minds that
can't decide on the price
of life in this land of freedom,
minds on high that can't
decide if a government
should protect its citizens' best
interests or preach
individualism until the best
is a corporate Wild West.
Until when? The time
Has come.
It is.
You can see it.
Look what you've built.
Gaze upon social implosion and cry.
I
Am nothing
With
Out
This
Blessing
I
Am a part
Of
the
We
as the
Us.
You want to see God?
Feel your face with your hands.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
Assess what you've become.
At some point in time,
The value of commodity
Became The value of a human life
At some point in time,
The value went intangible
Became the money We need, when
Our leaders all fritter Fiat funds
For access to guns and bombs.
(Bigger and Better, Baby)
(❤)
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
Can you help me please
I have been born into someone else's life
how else to explain a child like me
living on the streets filled with quagmire
alone and lonely watching your children pass by
They dressed in clothes that fit not found
in an alley filled with the worlds least desirable
Their mouths having tasted a regular meal
not the hand me down scraps that provide
sustenance but not nourishment
They walk to school for education while I
pander to humanity for another day of living
idle chatter a commodity I can ill afford
laughter a luxury that evades me
smiles are for financial gain not for expressing inner joy
Yes this is not my life, but a temporary stop, is my hope
Andreas Simic©
Picture prompt and credit: https://mweiss-art.devi
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
Escape from Planet Hipster
They're nostalgic for a time
When wearing the peace sign
was a revolutionary act;
Now propaganda of the deed
is free shows on ghetto borders
Craft IPAs, grandpa's clothing,
and dismissal above all.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
Wake up in the morning with
a chip on your shoulder;
like a **** in a serial killer-
someone's going to learn the truth
if you keep dripping.
Trading in your old records
for something new,
you felt the urge to scream
right as they cut to commercial break.
The price of a commodity
becomes outweighed by it's crowd
How truth is like Starbucks.
The metaphysical quality of truth
you seek/ want to burn between
your fingers isn't even
the worst document you've
cleansed from their eyes.
When they learn you,
they're going to tear you apart.
Don't forget.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC