RE: Great Poetry
May 20, 2019 at 11:59 am
(This post was last modified: May 20, 2019 at 12:52 pm by Brian37.)
"I Was Told" By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @brianrrs37 on twitter)
I was told
A tiny back dot
On a giant white canvas
Constitutes art
Jackson Pollock
I don't get
But it doesn't matter
Someone did
I was told
Meter matters
But it means nothing
If the message is lost
Caviar
Tastes great to some
I don't get it
Wouldn't put it on my tongue
That movie we went to
Just last night
I said I liked it
You said you did not
We ate at this restaurant
Had the same plate
I said it was horrible
You said it was great
I've been told
What to do
And how to do
And all for who
But since this is
The only life I get
I'll write like I please
With no regrets
(end)
Art is what works, and all it has to do is work for some, not everyone.
Enigma, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @brianrrs37 on twitter)
Stratosphere language
Gets lost in orbit
Very few reach
Or understand it
Easy speaks
Knock on the door
Salons of philosophers
Words used no more
Call them babushka
Dip your baguette in Au jus
Still broken down to
Old woman, bread and meat juice
Take your constitutional
Outside the Hotel
Where the concierge
Wishes you well
Meanwhile
At Motel 6
You pass by the desk clerk
Take a walk on the beach
Of "hot blood"
I need not write
In enigma code
For my words to take flight
If my Skene please not you
If my Parakatoi does not sooth
Then what has this enigma
Done for you?
I was told
A tiny back dot
On a giant white canvas
Constitutes art
Jackson Pollock
I don't get
But it doesn't matter
Someone did
I was told
Meter matters
But it means nothing
If the message is lost
Caviar
Tastes great to some
I don't get it
Wouldn't put it on my tongue
That movie we went to
Just last night
I said I liked it
You said you did not
We ate at this restaurant
Had the same plate
I said it was horrible
You said it was great
I've been told
What to do
And how to do
And all for who
But since this is
The only life I get
I'll write like I please
With no regrets
(end)
Art is what works, and all it has to do is work for some, not everyone.
Enigma, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @brianrrs37 on twitter)
Stratosphere language
Gets lost in orbit
Very few reach
Or understand it
Easy speaks
Knock on the door
Salons of philosophers
Words used no more
Call them babushka
Dip your baguette in Au jus
Still broken down to
Old woman, bread and meat juice
Take your constitutional
Outside the Hotel
Where the concierge
Wishes you well
Meanwhile
At Motel 6
You pass by the desk clerk
Take a walk on the beach
Of "hot blood"
I need not write
In enigma code
For my words to take flight
If my Skene please not you
If my Parakatoi does not sooth
Then what has this enigma
Done for you?