"phor" poems
you know Poet Archetypal -
everything about him
was Poe-tickle
When he sneezed
he said: Haiku!
When introduced
to someone, he'd say:
"Haven't we met-a-phor?"
He's quite resourceful
like he'd introduced himself to the girl
because he wanted to meter
When he took his leave he'd say:
"Love to stay - but it's getting a-lliter-ate"
And sure he met Luke Skywalker
and said to him: "Met-a-phors with you"
It was fun having him around
but lately he's been in prison
for driving without poetic license;
and also because his creditors pursued him
because he just Ode so much
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Love is a metaphor for a metaphor. or sometimes
a simile can be like a metaphor which it is, without u
uncertaintybWith certain doubts but only in the literal
sense of the word which is Love. And love is meataphor
for a metaphor. or sometimes a simiie can be like a meta
phor which it is, without uncertainty With certain doubts
but only in the literal sense of the word which is love. And
love is a metaphor for a metaphor or sometimes a similie can
be like a metaphor which it is without uncertainty With
certain doubts but only in the literal sense of the word
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 6:33 AM UTC
Every metaphor is a bridge
Connecting what's real to what's true
And only in crossing does one see
Both sides dyed the same hue
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 8:32 PM UTC
Muchmuchomuchas confucious
is you us o is we you?
dobedobedoo
Save the world s cient ology
al re
ye wit me?
witness, will ye, that we
are in coexistant
realms
realms real by de
finition re
cognition
occult cult occham snip, nope
occult mistook as meaning some cultic
occasion for
relegare regularityifity
imagine how now became
imagine next
coming only to be as you see.
-----
Today, too, sunny valley sounds
crows, dogs, pumps, motors, wheels
wheels in wheels wee blind tinkerers
see
as seers do. You see. Imagine seeing.
why would you, if you could, or can, but won't?
How could you?
Having never seen,
why willt thou carry care past.... here
NO INTERUPTION ... clear, like on TV
Emerging seeing afar off
flatline eeeeeee
Boss, the last empty slate just broke.
Just is is done, what's next?
We gotta phor mit no meta, y'see?
Watch. Dis
assemble a semblance of a seven jewel ba-alanced,
self-winding (i.e. gravity variable pendulum)
watch. See,
plumb damstraight, toothed wheels, within wheels.
life's life measured.
the unmeasured life ain't a life,
it's a once, upon a time.
No bonds to lies let live for lack of knowledge,
people perish for lack of knowing.
lack of knowing knowables, free knowables,
ask and receive, if ye be con ceptual, right,
in ye'right mind.
"what good ken ye do?"
Know truth is.
That will, that very will to be right,
free will will roll you here, true rest.
Today.
Trust this peace is sufficient unto the evil.
If it were not true, what could I do
good?
No judges? No test? We pasts are free, we may
stir things from the dregs?
Aha, and we stand!, Sistere!
It worked. Patience worked, as always.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
unbroken things lacking edges,
if we augment our eyes, look close
to see creted places
fractured into
jagged edges/
Jagged edges prove the brokenness
the brokennesses prove the whole,
not that the whole was finished then as it is now.
Which phor you living for?
Of course,
the discourse of madness
self-improvement
DIY gettin' past crazy for good.
There is a crazy place, way past any we imagine,
crazier than hell, by virtue
of the fact
ya' gotta go through hell t' get there.
Practically every sage from Moses to Mises,
says that's the price we pay
for ignoring those chances, op portune tidbits of time,
to pay attention to
everything at once,
and see what seers have always said's truistic,
we find what's sought.
If nought were sought,
what did we miss?
Missing
Nothing,
ought not that
be enough to carry on with
for now?
Fret not, oughts are nullifed here,
it's a pretty crazy place.
Nothing's broken.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
I once met an Englishman
I liked calling him Sir
for he was no ordinary Englishman
His name was Meta Phor
He loved his darling wife
though she dressed a bit silly
together they enjoyed their life
He and his Similie
In time they had a baby girl
naming her, got into a twirl
Ouch! Omanatopoeia was her name
Oh, what a shame, what a shame
Going to school it would pain
being called that , time n again
I wish she chooses a name anew
hope her parents she doesn't sue..
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
if not to
make you pause
to catch your breath
or sigh
if not to
bring deep pleasure
a vivid scene
of sea or sky
if not to
open doors
where
your heart has never gone
if not to
to bring the colors
that brighten every dawn
if not to
flirt with music
on the dancing floor
if not all
this and more
then
what's a "meta-phor"?
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
Prove, prove, prove
think, think think a little think at
thought speed.
Build me a death star, you shall not surely die.
Ah, hero, take your role. This is your page, this age
of informing
of outsides
of mobiusish objects we make
using imaginary morsels of
stuff,
the substance of things
hoped for.
Science of space and times remembered,
Hopf-phor uni-ometry in our augmented mind,
forming forms, take shape,
form in the image of "the cloud"
where lay the
base of con
science
con
carne values.
Meatmind, the brain-gut-outer-inner portal
from which flow
empty thoughts from
the pineal core click sig
drawing measurable infospheres
from at-most-fears,
using big ears
as a bit of an esteem antenna on boys who
saw themselves as goofy a rascal as Alfalfa
and Alfred. E. and Barrack, the drone thrower
of the twenty-first century, one of the
last to unbelieve the reasonable
lie behind war,
per se. Disperse the leaven, dust in the wind,
Alls we are, all ye, all ye, ours in free flow
fractal feeder of new knowables as we ever learn
time as a tool empowers our progress to next, that's all.
Remember con
sistency, sub
sistency, in
sistancy, resist the urge to wield words worn smooth
reflecting any context, as if it were
known,
now, the meaning in the word. I say pray, you say "Our Father"
I say ask, you say what. I say, For the answers you hope to have
being as you are. On Point. I made a point.
Or arrived at this point.
con
science,
with knowing,
the tree of knowledge is at least as fractal as an oak.
Inside out being in the jello universe of knowns,
good and not, all jigglin' in time,
sort it out.
Start where your treasure is. Nullify the evil clinging to
your horde 'pon which ye sit,
sweep the ashes from the last burnt bridge
over this edge, to the flow below.
You sweep slow in jello, but sweep into d'flow
is what is done wit ashes here.
Pile some stone here. Then give 'em all yo bitchinmoans,
for the peace their balancing at your finger tips
gives you, in real life,
take it. Now, go be.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
I have a broken
me...
ta..
phor...
no one understands its meaning.
Confused with the inner
emptiness of a shell
with no substance.
Do you understand what I'm trying
to say without telling
you the truth
of my conclusions??
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
I once met an Englishman
I liked calling him Sir
for he was no ordinary Englishman
His name was Meta Phor
He loved his darling wife
though she dressed a bit silly
together they enjoyed their life
He and his Similie
In time they had a baby girl
naming her, got into a twirl
Ouch! Omanatopoeia was her name
Oh, what a shame, what a shame
Going to school it would pain
being called that , time n again
I wish she chooses a name anew
hope her parents she doesn't sue...
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
He Never Met a Phor He Didn’t Like
He never met a phor he didn’t like
Where the dead are always spinning in their graves
A discarded cup looks like a war zone
And poems are unpacked instead of read
Or hyperbole ‘WAY OVER THE TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!
*** *** *** OH!!!!!!!!
MY LIFE HAS BEEN CHANGED FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!
NO ONE HAS EVER SUFFERED AS MUCH AS I!!!!!!!!
And freighted his lines with adverbs in rank
Until they really actually literally sank
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 9:18 AM UTC
Why factors
Why do the hopeless die?
Factors the programing called for,
quired first,
ere ever
were required.
(re, once more, locked in place after first.)
Why called for
reason,
why,
why do what you can't do alone
alone?
Never heard, is a discouraging word
on the range
where home was. Why not?
Nobody who came this far, carried that dis-crap
in our corazone
past Sisyphus, laughing at gravity,
and our struggle to face
eternity as mortal
hopers for more.
Discouraged folk die out here,
beyond the effect of discouraging words,
on uncloudy days, developing
negatives from
imaginations linked in to blurry, tearstained
yesterdays.
Look here.
Yes, t'day, in tight bundles of hows,
tied with memory string,
bound to be better
stood up under by
why factors helping you along.
Reason is
your heart is a phor of the amphora ilk,
round, pointed bottom meant to
easily and snuggly fit,
into a square slot on the inner hull
of the ship, below deck.
If the amphora is emptied of any earthly spoilage,
scrubbed and cleaned by the fuller apprentice,
songs come to fill it, virtually,
to over flowing,
---
trauma drama on an oceanic scale Himalaya high
suddenly
time goes
geo
logical and we are other wise,
slowly
absorbed in being able,
as our voice crys out to cain, it's okeh.
This ain't hell,
it's now.
Live or die.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC