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#lesser
the enforcers, them austere grammarians, interrupt with urgency, when choosing wrong:   lesser or fewer which punishes me hard!! makes me contemplate how much better in my life, one would have been if only I had employed both as a living philosophy, a methodology would have more closet space, would possess a less cluttered life, with more space to breathe freely, the moreover would be my desire to be kind to others more easily realized <> the economy of fewer and lesser needs
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Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 7:07 AM UTC
fewer AND lesser
tattoo ourselves in electric ink memorializing calendars, diaries of observantional digits, black on white, no gray, birthdays, anniversaries, dates of passing, starting lines, occasional achievements, departure dates, even glaring failures, sundial mundane records of diurnal habitude…even defining self by, bye, byte marks upon flesh, upon our calendar *not my first trip-tracking, he ruefully rues, wry smiling, many voyages of indeterminate measuring length, leaving litter of arrays of hopeful estimations & destinations, each unequal, any or all possibilities, each day notated, without critique or commentary, the numbers are the gaols (jails) of goals, target, indeterminate determination, terrific, horrific, introspections, inverse images resolve, resolute* a year ago, +/- a few days,, new travelogue commenced, notated but not annotated, just  numerical truths, (sans comments for the divine nature of numbers don’t lie) and today my calculator app informs, that I am now 19.4 % lesser, but that clarifies less than expected naturally this provokes a natty, spirited, self-inquiry, lessened, lessor, for better or for worse? have the physical alterations accompanying this reduction mean exactly what, if, it should be, a greater lesser? here is the hard part. your have always been a mirror~poet, laughing, bemoaning the unvarnished, unshaven AM sightings of a human perpetual dissatisfied, the external never denying the interior “less~than,” a J Peterman catalogue of weathered ****** expressions, counter-parted by multiple Venn diagram intersections, of experiential labeled bits & pieces of emotional empirical less than good, not even close to perfect, so now that I am *gaunt, spare, lean, grayed, narrower, again ruefully rue, the even more visible truth reflection eye~hidden:* I, am the sum of the weight of my history, my deeds, my disbeliefs, murderous deeds, weak choices and that hasn’t changed nary an ounce, no matter many times examined, indeed I am forever a lesser man, there, internal infernal too…
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Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 2:12 PM UTC
19.4% lesser
tattoo ourselves in electric ink memorializing calendars, diaries of observantional digits, black on white, no gray, birthdays, anniversaries, dates of passing, starting lines, occasional achievements, departure dates, even glaring failures, sundial mundane records of diurnal habitude…even defining self by, bye, byte marks upon flesh, upon our calendar *not my first trip-tracking, he ruefully rues, wry smiling, many voyages of indeterminate measuring length, leaving litter of arrays of hopeful estimations & destinations, each unequal, any or all possibilities, each day notated, without critique or commentary, the numbers are the gaols (jails) of goals, target, indeterminate determination, terrific, horrific, introspections, inverse images resolve, resolute* a year ago, +/- a few days,, new travelogue commenced, notated but not annotated, just  numerical truths, (sans comments for the divine nature of numbers don’t lie) and today my calculator app informs, that I am now 19.4 % lesser, but that clarifies less than expected naturally this provokes a natty, spirited, self-inquiry, lessened, lessor, for better or for worse? have the physical alterations accompanying this reduction mean exactly what, if, it should be, a greater lesser? here is the hard part. your have always been a mirror~poet, laughing, bemoaning the unvarnished, unshaven AM sightings of a human perpetual dissatisfied, the external never denying the interior “less~than,” a J Peterman catalogue of weathered ****** expressions, counter-parted by multiple Venn diagram intersections, of experiential labeled bits & pieces of emotional empirical less than good, not even close to perfect, so now that I am *gaunt, spare, lean, grayed, narrower, again ruefully rue, the even more visible truth reflection eye~hidden:* I, am the sum of the weight of my history, my deeds, my disbeliefs, murderous deeds, weak choices and that hasn’t changed nary an ounce, no matter many times examined, indeed I am forever a lesser man, there, internal infernal too…
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You lost that look that Kept me by your door waiting To see where we'd go
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Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:42 PM UTC
nowhere
All around me I see houses with beautiful yards yet my home is built with nothing but spare parts
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
Missing riches
ten thousand shall sunrise arise with confidence and no surmise, their only skill, a declaration made **I am poet, my eyes see and my tongues unravel what overlaps, overloads, what connects us, our sinews are tongue tied** the heated transfer of our gut alpha juices in ways invisible but fully sensory sends impulse ******* scouring clashing galaxies we are a war of worlds, a war of words, a war of class, gender, crossing boundaries, creating new ones at our intermittent tangentials I slip and fall, my face deep punctured, leaking notions that cannot be stemmed or reacquainted, alas, alas I-am now poet halved, the clock will soon leap forwards, words anoint my unhealed scar, longer for daylight tries to save my taste of immortality but the year twenty twenty is for the younger poets their simplicity fancies itself as creatively bold, but this poet in his declining times of old knows only my reputation is the being being shortened their succinct pierces nothing, but egotistical ism by dawning early light, weep copious for us both, my holed face gushes what they don’t want to know poems constructed and constrained by words near expiration, use or lose the mind muse unkindly warns, the never of now, by sunrise, ten thousand new and one old poets will meet their expiry date one old one, be mortality lessened, lesser, used up by the dated date march 6, twenty twenty 10:48am
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Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 4:40 AM UTC
in the year of twenty twenty (lesser)
Sentinel of dust. Guard your resolutions quietly. Calamity comes but to no avail.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
9 of wands
Desolate sands, vacant blood. Sunset bleeds into final night.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
10 of swords
sad boy; what a pathetic ploy this is for my attention. all you contrive tastelessly always lacks concession. every word, and image you fake I reject, from my possession, for all you are 's worth less than this effortless expression. you see, my natural creativity surmounts your **** impression of the beauty of my work and my powerful transgression.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
Reminder to a Gypsy
here we are wiffs and flavours readings for life ; rotting weaping daring and musing tentacle tips flinches impulse ; charge to the senses of a greater being.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
lesser being
Long-distance relations, I have a weaker memory, My physical state is dismal, Some say that I distorted facts, That I am some sort of a ****** Some have gotten so scared of me, Others have just gotten sick of me... I do not blame others for my state, As I am lesser than my own shadow, And in the end, I am alone with myself, For nobody would want a half-boyfriend.
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
A Half-Boyfriend
I put the paper in the printer every day I put the paper in the printer every way When the ink run low And they jam the envelope The boss man call me up and then he say MARIA! MARIA! THE INK RUN LOW MARIA! MARIA! I JAM THE ENVELOPE MARIA! MARIA! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO JUST PUT THE PAPER IN THE PRINTER AND THEN I PAY YOU
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
Printer Lady In The Office
What is this? Is this some cruel game and I am your pawn? Can you move me around for your own gain? Am I some shallow follower that is yours from dusk till dawn? How is it that you feel justified by what you do even when it causes others pain? You treat me like I'm less than nothing But truly it is you and not I who is the lesser of the two I am here for more than this But you are nothing more than a shadow being
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
Shadow Beings
Part I It’s hot tonight, Boiled tonight. And I’m drunk tonight So I scatter tonight As opposed to Sleeping tonight; so Alone’d pave my way. I speak to parchment, And with dehydrated Tongue. So stack the syllables, So ebb the songs, And if words could be Bricks, I’d end the stares And disallow The gentle breeze, My window; Not quite frigid yet, But like her breath With a hint of ice, If only enough, To coerce my hair, Specifically The strands on the Back of my neck. And so, we’d shiver. To be continued…
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
The Lesser Schisms