Unlike some writers and poets I can never grab on to any recurring theme, so you will find my works to be all over the place. Some ideas of what is to come:
Disturbance.
I am the mountain,the solid rock, the earth; I am impenetrable, a fortress; a god, I am blank, unemotional,my will implacable. no sight nor touch nor memory;I am alone.
Then it came; no, she came, She was stirring,beauty, emotion, happinessfreedomexcitement and disturbing all at once! She was an idea, a message that rushed right through me, The idea that,life was possible that I, beast of solitude could could have something I dared not think about, that I could fulfill my life with one cliched word:love.
Am now peaceful as i lay dying, the lover long dead; knowing I soon follow, staring at the long part between birth and death I impart to you,dear human:contentment is the greatest thing to achieve. That was one of my first attempts at writing that sort of work. The different styles are on purpose, if your wondering.
Hope for the future For the moment people like us simply have to continue living. Speaking about such despair shall bring nothing. But the knowledge that, if you could change one persons life for the better by spreading common sense,logic and wisdom could change your perception of this flawed,imperfect world for a long time.
I believe that all people have potential, and that it's the job of clever people to influence and shape it. I was once depressed at the pointlessness of man, but then I realizedersevere in life. Endure, who knows? it might be fun.
Contradiction Acrostic
I llogical
L oneley O ld V ile E ntrapment
Y uck O utrage U needed
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A mbitious R iveting M edieval O n-going R oaring
G erbil A rousing M astery E lysian S uperabundance
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The Efan adventures in limerick style (more to come)
An Efan fell out a plane, his life going down the drain, he took a look down, saw the whole town, and found himself in pain.
An efan once went splat, scaring a poor rat, the rat flew high, afraid it might die, and flew into the arms of a cat.
Please post what you think and your ideas for improvements.
"Never underestimate a writers need for your opinion"
I'm on the home stretch, the end is in sight, the crowd roaring, i'm kicking, with all my might, I see the wall, I'm in the lead! turning my head, legs feel like lead, scoreboard takes ages, MY NAME UP FIRST!
Kookoobarrow sitting in the ol'gum tree (that's how it goes right?)
Gah, give me some caffine and the ability to focus right now and i;ll critique something. Or just pick something you want critiqued, or do you even want a critique, you're just wierd. I like Aussies
This monologue is clearly not my work. But as this is a thread for my celebration of words and something I love, this monologue merits a mention by far in my opinion.
V: Voilà ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeful; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. (giggles) Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. Evey: Are you like a crazy person? V: I'm quite sure they will say so.
I went to bed, thoughts filling my head, about th' time I bled, those tears of red, I thought he was fed, my dog Ted. I did dread, as the thread, sewed up my head, that doggy Ted, would have fondness, for my red. Now on I watch me head, and where I tread, for my dog Ted.
What would it be like if we all had tails?, fast as cars, or slow as snails?, would we hang from caves like vampire bats, or from coat stands? Like a bunch of hats.
What would it be like if we all had tails?, they could hold up umbrellas when it hails, acrobatics would be a heap of fun, medal winning easily done.
We could jump from tree to tree, o'er branches while yelling with glee, we could leap above the fallen logs; showing affection like dogs.
Having a tail would be free and fun, a dogs life (if you'll excuse the pun), i'd love a tail but i'm afraid we can't, and by the end of this rhyme and chant, your head filled with ideas for this fey rant, know that this requires a government grant.
It's an interesting little poem. There isn't much to critique here, seeing as it's pretty simple and straight forward. However, I would advise you to follow the rules of grammar. Such as, if you as a question, then make the next letter a capitcal. Also, the comma splicing is quite evident. While I'm all for breaking the rules on language, only do it if it's going to be intentional and making a point. For this poem I wouldn't suggest it. Also, the poem had a nice flow of four line stanzas until the very last one. I suggest keeping with the structure (whatever it may be) in the future.
This seems rather hypocritical of me though because I often structure nothing and when I do I always break said structure to mess with my readers...
