What
               comes
                                  next?
GOD
               Only
                                knows
  It
               all
                                depends
upon
                       which
                                       way
the
             wind
                                blows

An epic narration poem
Which, by nature is an exception to the rule

Have you ever read a poem and thought wow! Holy cow!
What a really great story,
Imagery, Content, what a glory

But is it truly a poem?

For me, all these rules are confusing
Perhaps some might think I’m amusing
The length for which I search for clarity
I want to get it right for posterity

The importance is a matter of perspective
That would depend on your objective
posting  the first thing that pops into mind
Then this whole poem is a waste of time  
A book of poetry published one day
Then this process is not ******* per-say  

For inquiring minds that want to know
Condensed material I will precede slow
I’m only scratching the surface so
There is room to explore and grow

So, What’s the difference between
a story and a poem?

Websters dictionary states;
The essential difference
between a poem, and
a short story is
The difference of scope.

Typically Poems are short, and brief.
They tell you how the author is feeling
in a few words.

Short Stories are written by the author
Prose follows the natural form of speech ,
A Story highlight a moment; it contains A plot, themes, character development, and a descriptive time and setting.

A poem is written by a poet.
Lines act as sentence breaks
No formal prose are needed

A short story is written in sentences.
A poem has words or phrases that
sound good when read out loud.

Short stories fall into the The category of fiction or nonfiction.
Poetry is a category of itself.

Free verse poetry is void of rules
That’s were things get muddle
Leaving readers befuddled
Yet the freedom of poetry in motion
Is an.extraordinary elixir a magic potion
Creating something to behold
So elusive it’s hard to repeat the mold

poetry has no specific characteristics
it does not contain prose.
Poetry are formed in stanzas, which are a collection of poetic lines.

Some stanzas types are very specific quatrains set the standard of lines
Also a Rhyme scheme maybe required to identify a specific poetic structure, style.

A poem can contain more then one type of structure and name.there are always exceptions to the rules
These are the Identifying structures
for example

Couplets are sets of two lines stanzas
Triplet set of three line stanzas
Quintain four line Stanzas
Cinquain. Five line stanzas
Sestet six line stanzas
Septet seven line stanzas
Octaves eight line stanzas

this is not going to be an easy quest
My writing process will be put to the test
I write my poetry then figure out the rest
  I have not figured what process is best?

This review maybe new
For me it’s an agenda of what to do
My goal to complete a poem in each style  
I must admit It will take awhile

Randomness.                        is   in    effect,
And.                    
We  
       Are
                         Going
                               For
                        A
                 Ride.  

People.    
                      Have
                                            Free.  
                                                         ­ Will
It’s   Inevitable,

We                             
   will  
                             collide.

I celebrated my same birthday
until I was a teen
Everybody knows their birth date
Right?, you know what I mean

But I learned that isn’t so
Validation paperwork I must undergo
I applied for a driver’s permit
I was confused I have to admit

Application required request denied
I know my birthdate I screamed with pride
Fact remained,The wrong date of birth
I began to second guess my self worth

Send away for a certified birth certificate
Anticipate Many questions I accommodate
Answers I thought I knew, I must validate

Questions were rather suggestions
The answers left more questions
My birth date was off by 13 days
Emotionally I was in a haze

My brother calls on my pretend Birthday
With a PEDANTIC choice of words to say
It was a game he would play
At first he hurt my feeling
Sending me in a tizzy dealing
Then I realized he remembers to call  

Thinking back for a word,thought, phrase
A Flooding of memories My heart cried
We had many nannies after mommy died
To young to know, or ask, but I still tried

They said it was a tragedy
Where I stood it was a calamity
My father, a gentle man took a stand
He gave love with open arms and hands

Was my true birthday lost in confusion
Was this mix up a retribution
There was never a final conclusion
Only the correction resolution

I’ve learned not to live in hate and despair
I’ve learned to forgive ,love is in the air
We all have a reason for Being
Knowing without seeing

These life challenges are my test
I learned to take the good with the bad
Most importantly, to do my best