"tendentious" poems
Nowhere is now here, desolation; within
my adulterated honesty you took from me
that which you did not believe I still owned
in your break-neck speed habitually
freed into earthly delight in
the last shades of dim light
wild with sin, hiding a sparse
vapid wilderness within.
You firmly handle my grip
as milky droplets of ineptitude
drip.
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 8:50 PM UTC
Contemporary poetry
does not have allure for me.
It is full of adjectives,
but at the end I ask, “what gives?”
No meaning, point, or moral clear,
no joy or anger, love or fear.
Words are crafted carefully,
but in the lines I do not see
any interesting story.
It is boring, I am sorry!
What happened to imagination?
Ecstasy and indignation?
If Donne or Longfellow wrote now,
editors would not say “wow!”
Verses passionate by Blake
publishers would not take.
“That Poe guy’s maudlin, Yeats pretentious;
Allen Ginsberg is tendentious.
Tennyson’s an epic bore;
his lengthy rhymes of days of yore
are not to our liking,” they’d say.
I would like to see the day
when poetry regains emotion.
I even have the novel notion
that we’d welcome the returning
of passionate and lustful yearning.
Of rhyme and meter, song and lyric.
Or of verses bitterly satiric.
If I read more sterile free verse
I’ll toss the magazine and curse.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
It sits out in your driveway
a glittering metallic sculpture.
It costs more than your house,
you love it more than your spouse.
You can hardly drive it, it’s too high,
you can barely park it, it’s so wide.
Like an exotic compulsion, you need it,
though you can barely afford to feed it.
There’s a cockpit with winking tech,
offering a printer, wi-fi and refrigeration.
It can pull a house off its foundation.
Is there a tendentious ecological statement,
in this prestigious monster you claim is for work?
Is the fact that it’s tax deductible just a perk?
With this polished and pampered machine,
you get the rewards of effective parenting,
as it literally reflects the care that it’s given.
It’s a spaceship ready for expedition,
what else in creation is as elysian,
as your gigantic pickup truck.
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songs for this:
Dreamin’ by G. Love and Special Sauce
Driving by Everything but the Girl
Get Me Some by Drew Love, TOKiMONSTA & Dumbfoundead
Apr 28, 2024
Apr 28, 2024 at 5:49 PM UTC
At times like this,
amok often reigns in the head
Complaints accompany sleep all day
Revolt to and fro
It's never good from the right
or left ear
Awake when people isolate themselves; dying
Sleep with an effort to escape tendentious thoughts
Perceived briefly in the planning that was never discussed
Missing monologue with swearing and cracking and cursing
Traces and shadows haunt the footsteps
The devil opened the door wide; come on!
Sobs broke out
The children in the soul are no longer heard
Buitenzorg
April, 2020
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
A loop in the middle
of the line-track
of life
gathering the final dreams
but yawning
infinite abyss of sorrow
eternal man-dness
desire
extasis
pale
golden
dream
that's bringing
the knowledge
and dusk
from an era to new dawn
golden as well the fishes
and Sun and mirror
and stars
and fire
thats burning
inside the chest
Oh! You and my multiple hearts
hidding yourself to the public,
full of old and pernicious wishes
ready to die in each single moment
pausa
30 seconds later we'll watch
where the night deposit
a scumbag inside a box
and a box inside a bag
as and old, and pernicious too
tendentious joke.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
ambitious, surreptitious, the divine, habitats mesic
renounced, from the zenith to the horizon, blue the firmament, the heyday
of the Hohenzollern, hurrying stars challenging the sun, hues
unidentified for imputation, wild actions for massive
vile feasts, surrender although merciless, render mustered
defenders of night a promised glory of summer days, top hamper's
ephemeral shadows, read missals, winds high
nocturnal, sempiternal, temperaments submissive or passive, missives
from the gullible victimised given the defenders of divinity
toil and moil for wondrous eyes of immortals, look
to the future although worthless, perfumes of irascible
Arabia, all charged with statistics mendacious, an affinity
for false repudiation, parasitic Memphis inundated with unlucky
calls tendentious, sunglow tombolos put at risk
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC