"preceeded" poems
~for RK, for now~
Until you have bent your ear to Shakespeare's sonnets,
Till you have laughed with Ogden Nash,
Wept with Frost, visited Byron's ghost,
Read the songs of King Solomon,
And once you
Despair of being their equal,
Shed your winter coat of worry,
***** your courage to the sticking point,
Begin to write then with reckless fearlessness,
Unfettered abandon, make a fool of yourself!
Scout the competition.
Weep, for you and I will never surpass
The giants who preceeded us, and yet,
Laugh, cause they thought the same thing as well...
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
**Behind every jest
There's a truth
Behind every truth
There's a real rapper spitting it in the booth
Behind that
There's an inspired heart
Probably edged on by experiences, lessons, frustrations and hurt
Before this
He was concieved.... then born
This also was preceeded by him being dirt
According to religion, he is God's creation
He views himself as His "greatest" creation
With the ability to school a whole nation
Blessed enough to be down to earth
Enough to know his worth
His place, his role in all of this
So he has cut down on certain things... yes, even cannabis
He didn't say "quit"... don't misinterpret
And this is my verse in
I've been referring to myself in the third person.**
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 6:44 AM UTC
Resubmitting for you consideration. posted to HP, my first week here, and another that got swallowed up in the multitude of words. But I like it a lot, it makes me smile and perhaps it will find a wider audience, a second time around.
Do Not Put a Poem Here Until You Have Bent your ear to Shakespeare's sonnets
Until you have bent your ear to Shakespeare's sonnets,
Till you have laughed with Ogden Nash,
Wept with Frost, visited Byron's ghost,
Read the songs of King Solomon,
And once you
Despair of being their equal,
Shed your winter coat of worry,
***** your courage to the sticking point,
Begin to write then with reckless courage,
Unfettered abandon, make a fool of yourself!
Scout the competition.
Weep, for you and I will never surpass
The giants who preceeded us, and yet,
Laugh, cause they thought the same thing as well...
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
Today, I woke up to a flesh fair.
Dresses are getting shorter, sometimes there just not there.
More cleavage than ideas, more muscles than compassion.
More media coverage of 'age appropriate' than how to feed the world!
Our bodies are beautiful and nature has hardwired us to know this.
But, know that our bodies preceeded our existence, your ***** bone is not taboo!
You strip your clothes and strip yourself bare whilst you hide under a 1000 layers.
Let's shift focuss from what was always there!
Nakedness can save us, if only we were willing to face the cold.
Pull on your Wolly jumpers, open your mouth to bare your soul.
Weaver a fabric of intimacy, a patchwork connection of trust and honesty.
Shed all the ugliness of media gorged, superficial controversy.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
I've had enough of winter
I've had enough of snow
I handle freezing weather
Just like an eskimo
My snowblower is finished
It's blown more than it should
It's blown more snow this winter
Than the whole **** neighborhood
Spring....when the hell you coming?
When will you be here?
I'll close my eyes and I might miss you
That is my biggest fear
Last summer we set records
With the **** oppressive heat
We did the same with snow this winter
We had nearly 7 feet!!
I saw some grass last Tuesday
But, by Wednesday it was lost
Buried by a fresh snow dumping
Preceeded by a sudden frost
The sidewalk plow has torn up
Ninety square feet of my lawn
I won't find all of the damage
Until all the snow is gone
I promise that next summer
I will not once complain
Because I'd rather have the heat way up
Than shovel snow...or pump out rain
Spring...when are you coming?
When will you be here?
I'll sleep with one eye open
So, I'll be up when you appear!!!
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Never being afraid to tell it how it is..
I said America is by no means perfect
You told me I was un American, then preceeded to shout Make American Great Again.
You said flag burners disrespect the soldiers
I said that they fight in vein, preceeding to tell you that that Flag doesnt represent us all the same
I said Black Lives Matter
You told me All Lives Matters, then preceeded to be silent when black lives lost were lost
You said get over slavery
I said it still effects today, preceeding to explain that it reinforced a system of inequality
I said that you have privilege
You screamed that you struggle, proceeding to ignore that it isn't a factor of race
I told you all the ways I've lived
You told me all the ways it isn't true
That the life I live cannot be
Because it hasn't happened to you.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
In recent effents. An undurled experience release a revelation that have reptured my previously durable ambitions.
A free thinkng fantasy. Was to have a voice that could move souls in the way some have noutured mine.
Alas on an ordinary unrepressed weekday I find myself ****** in a climactic judgement day for my previously displayed visions.
I found myself arounded by poetential assistants to finally lighting the spark that may lead to these fantasies to gainly a lively tone.
Musitions and I came together in a spontaneous gathering of the subjected topics being discussed and performed in a casual tone.
While the turn strummed their beat up six strings i merely nodded my head and let the music claim my conciousness. A farmiliar and personally well admired tune began playing. One of the gentlemen asked if I know the lyrical content of the contempory composition. After I informed him that I did the road of the dreamroad was about to split and i would make the pivitol turn through audition now. I was struck with overwhelming bashfulness and nervy contraction. It was time.
I took all the courage I had left. And rattled the shell of the cowardous creative chartacter who lives within me, and I sang. I sang as clearly and well as I possibly could. I gave a performance of my ambitious alter ego that even I had not seen.
After the song came to a close, andd my heaet returned to place from my throat. I recieved a nonchealaunt response to this desperately hopeful side. "You didn't like, sing in a choir or anything did you?" I answered him.... "no"..... The other judge drew back the curtains and the question was answered, and it was preceeded with a chuckle, and it wss all finished with a "we can tell."
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
~
There is no truth
That my name was Dr. Seuss
In a prior life
Signed
Ogdiddy Natsh
~
No matter that plain words
are my ordinary tools,
with them I shall
scribe the small,
cherish the little,
grab the middle,
simplicity my golden rule.
Write they say,
about what you know best
surely in the diurnal motions
the arc of daily commotion
do we not all excel?
~
me, just a poet poseur extraordinaire,
street urchin, word merchant,
all my verbally,
worldly goods expropriated
from the wind,
where your scattered thoughts
lie about, carelessly, unattended
~
Scout the competition.
Then,
Weep,
for you and I will never surpass
the poet giants who preceeded us,
and yet,
Laugh,
cause they thought the same as well
--
So I spend my cold, hard time
laying down cold hard verse,
can't stop, cause
it's my daddy's dying curse
~
Addict and dealer,
a ****** poet ******
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
*no matter that plain words are
my ordinary tools,
with them,
I shall scribe the small
cherish the little,
grab the middle
simplicity my golden rule,
write they say,
about what you know best,
surely in the diurnal motions,
the arc of daily commotion,
do we not all excel?
me,
just a poet poseur extraordinaire,
street urchin, word merchant,
all my verbally,
worldly goods expropriated
by the wind,
where your scattered thoughts
lie about, carelessly, unattended
scout the competition.
weep,
for you and I will never surpass
the giants who preceeded us,
and yet,
laugh,
cause they thought
the same as well
so I spend my cold, hard time
laying down cold hard verse,
can't stop,
cause it's my daddy's dying curse*
addict and dealer, a ****** poet ******
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
What I have now, I have in abundance
I have it to give to you...
Untethered to any intention
I have it.
For you.
It is yours.
And know it was what I intended for you all along.
Safety, comfort, stability....even sanity
It is yours.
I hold it up
Open, raw, a gift from God or the Universe, to me ...to you.
Its real, with the depth and weight of its promise.
I'm keeping it here for you,...exposed
Subject to regection from "before"
Its ok, It is mine to freely give to you
If you will have it,
If you will have me.
The acceptance of me "after"
Would be the greatest gift....
But there is the intention...It is there after all.
The basis of my intention, it is simply the need
for forgiveness.
For your love.
And My love to you.
It seems as if the recipient has shifted
From you, to me...
But really, It is interchangeable
"after" is something to be shared.
"After" is the gift....the one that brought your sister.
With "after" there came a knowing....
A knowing that I had been wrong, broken.
Broken like you said you are now.
The gift can fix it...."After" is surely the cure
For all broken things.
I need you to know there was a place that preceeded "before"
It was " the begining" it was you.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Verily, the year would come to a halt,
And a voyage of another 365 days shall begin,
As it has always been, as nature has always preceeded.
With bunch of wishes, I dreamt,
With a lot of goals, I strived,
With little achieved, I'm not filled with contention but happiness.
Several 24 hours filled with mixed reactions,
Hours filled with estacy and joy,
Days I'm broken with worries.
New figures have appeared,
Ones, who have enjoined me in friendship,
Yet, acquittance that turned sour and never saw the light of companionship.
And came Music, whose lyrics and beats blew my mind,
Football, whose tension thrilled my soul,
Novels, which broadened my comprehension.
Whatever 23 has in stock, I'm filled with hope,
Hoping my goals shall not be mere dreams,
And the dreams shall see the light of success.
Dec 25, 2022
Dec 25, 2022 at 3:18 PM UTC
It was a slow descent to sloth,
preceeded by greed,
but not before envy had his say,
then we met gluttony,
as resentment built up we found rage,
and when lust lingered like a vine connecting all these vains,
it was discovered at the root of it all,
at the start of the fall,
hidden deep inside,
was a piercing pride.
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 5:02 AM UTC
That's all I've ever heard these past five years,
"You just have to make it 'til then."
Preceeded by what?
Relief, Success, an end
But, no, your trial only starts anew
With every break and holiday the same
"You just have to make it til Christmas Break."
But what is the after?
Because after I make it, I don't know how on earth I could ever do it again
But, I have no choice, and that is my choice,
So, I'll make it to Break and then I'll start it again
And make it to Spring Break
Then maybe to May
Maybe to Junior year
And maybe til I graduate
But if this is the way I feel
Through all "making it"
**** I don't want to
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC