"distinctiveness" poems
Life,
A path diverged, splitting in two,
And alas, my beloved, you cannot tread both.
Choose one journey, yearn to endure,
It's an intimate voyage, a solo race to embrace,
Gaze far ahead,
Where it curved amidst the foliage, and witness how
Mortal society ebbs and flows,
Amidst an unchanging factor.
The masses conform to the transient norm,
Beloved,
Many sorrows arise from faith's inertia,
Idle and hopeful, they bear consequence.
Do not play the assigned role, for conformity persists,
As humans, we mimic one another,
Pride precedes ruin,
And arrogance leads to downfall.
They are shackled by their lack of freedom,
Drawn to those who flaunt their fluidity and uniqueness.
Beloved,
Tell this tale with a wistful sigh,
Somewhere in distant ages to come: that
Once, it was unfashionable to be rebellious,
Yet as multitudes assumed the rebel's guise,
It lost its distinctiveness, its defiance faded,
But two paths diverged, and you,
You chose the one less traveled,
And that choice has made all the difference.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
What is originality anymore?
The pop songs we listen to day in day out,
That are only updated remixes of
Songs that our parents
Already know every lyric to.
Is it the pranks we play on each other at school,
Poking holes in the top of water bottles,
So we don’t get caught when we try to catch our class mates.
Drowning them
In carbonated energy drinks.
Don’t think you’ll get away with it.
The teachers already know,
About flicking elastic bands at the backs of girls knees,
So they scream a little louder
And turn around to see
Boys smirking faces,
Because they have been there before.
Define originality.
Originality
. /əˌrɪdʒɪˈnalɪti/
noun
1. the ability to think independently and creatively.
•the quality of being novel or unusual
synonyms: inventiveness, creativeness, creativity, innovativeness, innovation, novelty, freshness, newness, imagination, break with tradition, resourcefulness, cleverness, daring, individuality, unusualness, unprecedentedness, uniqueness, distinctiveness
.
Is it smuggling ***** in water bottles,
Or sneaking down to the back garden
To have one last cigarette with your friends,
At 1am
On New Years
When you have had more to drink than your parents
Yet you are only 15.
Watering down whiskey from your parents liqueur cabinet
With apple juice.
Getting caught drunk
After being out with friends, Stumbling in at 2am
On Sunday morning.
Storming up to your room
After having a row with your parents.
Slamming the door,
Screaming at the floor,
Calling a friend,
And ******** about the people who brought you into this world.
Maybe
I’m not as good with words
Than I thought I was
O r i g i n a l i t y I s D e a d
Your parents Grandparents
Aunties and uncles
Have seen it all before
It’s a fact of growing up
And one day
You will too know
Exactly how it is
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
...
shame,
i've forgotten how
my words used to unfurl
like a folded piece of origami
how
it felt to write
like my blood was filled
with nothing but metaphors and ink
how
my words used to fit
with each other
utterly perfect together
all i see now,
are jumbled letters
looking too foreign and alien
in my eyes; unfamiliarity
what used to be
burning passion and life
in every piece now screams;
u b i q u i t y
distinctiveness,
g o n e
emotion,
g o n e
the story in a work done,
the feeling that emanated then,
the desire that kept it going,
g o n e
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
Everything remains as it is, very much the same,
nothing much has changed.
Still keeping in mind the present,
all of the changes happened in the past need to be looked upon with regards to future.
The importance of time can neither be defied nor denied
When something gets defined and listed as a priority, even that element of priority gets attached to time
Definitely, it’s time the importance of which can neither be defied, nor denied.
Some things have changed with time
Some remain the same as they are, right in their respective places
When an approach is made towards getting something done,
important to make sure it’s a right approach.
Always a right approach makes the real difference with regards to future.
Success and failure, of course it remains part of the game.
Agreed and accepted that approach and attitude are different from each other,
however, it’s the positive attitude that makes all the difference.
Start with something in the present, over a period of time it will be realized that not only time, even efforts need to be monitored.
Start with something in the present, over a period of time you will remember the start, but not relate to it as a thing of past.
It’s fulfillment that matters
Satisfaction plays a major role when it comes to climbing up the ladder of success.
Never decide anything on the basis of past or prior
Decide the value of anything that will be purchased on the basis of present and future
A time will come when past will become a thing of past, but the present will tell what else needs to be done with regards to future.
Definitely nothing much has changed
Everything goes on in the mind with regards to what's right and what's wrong
Estimation, evaluation, calculation, you may call it anything, but definitely it’s a mind game after all.
Possibilities are many,
however scope keeps changing with regards to the future.
Keeping in mind all the possibilities and also the future,
important not to give up in life, but equally important to keep and maintain a positive attitude in life.
A day will come when success will happen, till that point in time keep on going.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
My dad takes me to the hospital on his bike.
It’s icy and he wears his sheepskin gauntlets
and I’m grateful to shelter behind him
secure in his familiar gruff intolerance.
This is not the first time he’s taken TOIL for me
and his frustration radiates through his layers
but this two-of-us space is still delicious,
still precious for its rare warmth.
And he parks, and we dismount like John Wayne,
and the wall of his leather back takes the lead
as I stride into outpatients in his impatient wake,
making demands for his boy from the nervous staff
and taking relief from the update on my progress
and for the scar that gives me some hope of distinctiveness
and a source of stories for years to come.
Stories with my dad.
Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 11:58 AM UTC
Sometimes people are disasters awaiting,
in a manner of a sinkhole,
swallowed by an endless depression
that follows them with every
step and move they make
Not asking for anyone’s help
only adds to the chasms
of mind, body, and spirit
Sometimes people are disasters awaiting,
in a manner of a train-wreck,
which at one time followed
a direct path to redemption
Along the way, this train
veered towards a catastrophic path
of tragic consequences that will
forever scar their original goals
Sometimes people are disasters awaiting,
in a manner of a tsunami,
displaced by anger and hatred
towards those that are opposite
This same ire and prejudice
builds up within them continuously
waiting to reach its peak
and come violently crashing down
Sometimes people are disasters awaiting,
in a manner of an earthquake,
with a lot of negative energy
below their own physical surface,
shaking their faith and patience
One day rattling the uniformity
that all people rely on
for overall peace and existence
Sometimes people are disasters awaiting,
in a manner of a blizzard,
blowing around aimlessly, permanently blinded
by ignorance, preconception, and one-sidedness
This same bias eternally darkening
their desire to be open
to the many differences among
the distinctiveness of humankind alike
Vicki A Zinn
April 10, 2016
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
Do you ever sit and just look out your window?
What do you see?
Where does your mind go?
Do you think beyond the street and sidewalk below?
Do you consider the multitude of people,
beyond your lines of sight?
The trees
and animals.
Nature.
Distant land,
all different.
Is your window open?
Can you hear the city outside?
What do you pick out?
The sounds of cars,
the distinctiveness of buses,
diesel engines,
a siren?
Voices.
Are they excited?
Maybe a laugh?
Can you hear a dog bark from where you sit?
Do you listen to the noises coming over the rooftops?
How far can you stretch your ears out into that city of sound?
At what distance is it just noise?
Do you hear that hum?
Do you look up at the sky?
What is up there?
Clouds?
What color are they?
Do airplanes fly above your window?
Is it night?
Is there a moon?
Can you see beyond the city glow?
Who else is looking up with you?
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
I Still Have Ego Left
I still have ego - all its parts.
Is it the ‘smarts’?
Is it the ‘dumbs’?
Something to succumb to?
On the good side ego gives me self-esteem.
On bad, it gives me self-conceit,
Leads me to think sour is sweet,
Leads me on a road that’s wrong:
Vanity, a false self image;
Is that knowledge or mirage?
Singing a wrong, woeful song?
Do I want to **** it?
Subjugate it?
Maybe, just an itty bit!
Why quash, why squash
Distinctiveness, uniqueness,
And the differentness
That makes us us,
Even when peculiarity,
You are you and I am me.
We do not want to change that, yet
The ego fools us masterfullly.
Wresting honesty from wisdom.
So with ego left, the outcome is:
Learn to distinguish real from false;
Take the pulse of life each day
And play the game of authenticity.
I Still Have Ego Left 8.14.2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC