#writ - Hello Poetry

Upon appearance of an untitled poem with no body in my Drafts <> never have I ever written an untitled poem, nor painted a human sans a head; arms, legs, o.k., but, but when the purging urging enwraps me at 12:22 in the AM, i cannot birth my babies stillborn, unnamed, forlorn, it’s every breath would be an accusation, of breach, malfeasance, a child nameless, is the worst of all orphans, the poem’s title is its inner essence, a preface, a forward, and epilogue, just as your names is both begin and end, a hint of who you are and from whence you came, and where you are bound to be bound, it is your birth name, and final resting place, a hint of who you we’re, ared destined to become, to be, and to come, an entitlement! ah you curse or bless, thy given name, no longer do you examine it, write it repeatedly, to despise or admire the sounds of it exiting thy mouth, a roomful of teeth and tongue in concert cooperating and conniving, silky hissing your who-you-are-ness, you, who are poem, exist not, cannot be, without your entitlement; ah you pause and say to the sleeping woman who neither hears nor cares, who am I, who I am, and the differences entre deux that are my character yes, a untitled poem is forever unwished, unfinished unwashed? and to eternity, forever lost, unsigned, unconsigned, unfortunate unconsummated

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Feb 6, 2024

Feb 6, 2024 at 7:36 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Untitled becomes an entitlement

Upon appearance of an untitled poem with no body in my Drafts <> never have I ever written an untitled poem, nor painted a human sans a head; arms, legs, o.k., but, but when the purging urging enwraps me at 12:22 in the AM, i cannot birth my babies stillborn, unnamed, forlorn, it’s every breath would be an accusation, of breach, malfeasance, a child nameless, is the worst of all orphans, the poem’s title is its inner essence, a preface, a forward, and epilogue, just as your names is both begin and end, a hint of who you are and from whence you came, and where you are bound to be bound, it is your birth name, and final resting place, a hint of who you we’re, ared destined to become, to be, and to come, an entitlement! ah you curse or bless, thy given name, no longer do you examine it, write it repeatedly, to despise or admire the sounds of it exiting thy mouth, a roomful of teeth and tongue in concert cooperating and conniving, silky hissing your who-you-are-ness, you, who are poem, exist not, cannot be, without your entitlement; ah you pause and say to the sleeping woman who neither hears nor cares, who am I, who I am, and the differences entre deux that are my character yes, a untitled poem is forever unwished, unfinished unwashed? and to eternity, forever lost, unsigned, unconsigned, unfortunate unconsummated

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The other day A match struck my roughness And anxiousness took me to be freed by fire As I burned away all of your rusted memories Which'd been stored for yet another day Which turned out to be today In ashes your words Cast, burn and floating away

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Jan 8, 2020

Jan 8, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC

colmistoirm

Paper Fires, Burning Letters

The other day A match struck my roughness And anxiousness took me to be freed by fire As I burned away all of your rusted memories Which'd been stored for yet another day Which turned out to be today In ashes your words Cast, burn and floating away

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Congressman and senators forewent all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii hull ding broadswords, derringers and exhibiting the right to bare firearms as all hell broke loose as testimony to the dire prognostication foretold more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que kind from lambastes, fisticuffs and brickbats ratcheted up as agents provocateurs nee said obedience to semper fidelis credo, coda and **** knee stance when dire straits called for restraint against excess versus raising cane old hickory i.e. Andrew Jackson latched onto when opposing with energy plus verve espoused by fellow delegates, and his hologram ghost ****** from battle scars outside and/or inside the halls of government where blows bashed dovetailed elected legislators to officiate as angry birds viz brouhaha clashed Federalist against their nemesis of the twenty first century during the term of Donald Trump who throve on the cutthroat frenzied internecine lawlessness dashed to and fro, hither and yon any hopelessness for civilians to escape bloodshed spilled from without vaunted halls of justice, the approach of doomsday writ large as anarchy and mayhem flashed with uproarious coup d’etat, when Democrats outliers gnashed teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws pistol whipped and hashed tagged traitors who roared America went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed when Donald Trump ran the country into the ground evidenced by Molotov Cocktails residue in concert with the sulfuric odor of hand grenades trashed like some sorority or fraternity house left the sanctified righteous West Wing with powder puffs sans canisters of pepper spray, whereby most docile, humble, and liberal took a page from playbook of Pandora, and took an aimless swing at the root cause of melee by hurling objet’s d’art at the pompous trump ping Septuagenarian, whose platoons of goons rent asunder peoples against their king the donnybrook heathen, whose remarks against libertarian rubric that made America great wantonly soup peer egg go whist tickly reviving prejudices declared dead from yesteryear and his attempt to bring back the glory days, when Whistler Blowers getting water boarded and aching deigning to implement dictatorship of the Proletariat as a capital idée fix weaving together, the salient strengths viz founding fathers credo gave licks to King George, and now in an ironic twist and shout of fate through eclectic mix basket of deplorables further shamed by being routed by the New York Nicks sewed jaws, heads of state, and dignitaries with limping bodies spent like derricks Oil used up and no place to go except to keep Alice in Chains and Alice Cooper Company with toys in the attics.

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Apr 22, 2018

Apr 22, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Chaos In The White House

Congressman and senators forewent all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii hull ding broadswords, derringers and exhibiting the right to bare firearms as all hell broke loose as testimony to the dire prognostication foretold more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que kind from lambastes, fisticuffs and brickbats ratcheted up as agents provocateurs nee said obedience to semper fidelis credo, coda and **** knee stance when dire straits called for restraint against excess versus raising cane old hickory i.e. Andrew Jackson latched onto when opposing with energy plus verve espoused by fellow delegates, and his hologram ghost ****** from battle scars outside and/or inside the halls of government where blows bashed dovetailed elected legislators to officiate as angry birds viz brouhaha clashed Federalist against their nemesis of the twenty first century during the term of Donald Trump who throve on the cutthroat frenzied internecine lawlessness dashed to and fro, hither and yon any hopelessness for civilians to escape bloodshed spilled from without vaunted halls of justice, the approach of doomsday writ large as anarchy and mayhem flashed with uproarious coup d’etat, when Democrats outliers gnashed teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws pistol whipped and hashed tagged traitors who roared America went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed when Donald Trump ran the country into the ground evidenced by Molotov Cocktails residue in concert with the sulfuric odor of hand grenades trashed like some sorority or fraternity house left the sanctified righteous West Wing with powder puffs sans canisters of pepper spray, whereby most docile, humble, and liberal took a page from playbook of Pandora, and took an aimless swing at the root cause of melee by hurling objet’s d’art at the pompous trump ping Septuagenarian, whose platoons of goons rent asunder peoples against their king the donnybrook heathen, whose remarks against libertarian rubric that made America great wantonly soup peer egg go whist tickly reviving prejudices declared dead from yesteryear and his attempt to bring back the glory days, when Whistler Blowers getting water boarded and aching deigning to implement dictatorship of the Proletariat as a capital idée fix weaving together, the salient strengths viz founding fathers credo gave licks to King George, and now in an ironic twist and shout of fate through eclectic mix basket of deplorables further shamed by being routed by the New York Nicks sewed jaws, heads of state, and dignitaries with limping bodies spent like derricks Oil used up and no place to go except to keep Alice in Chains and Alice Cooper Company with toys in the attics.

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