Poetry: Read and Listen

[Rhondazvous]

In this spring issue of Visions with Voices, we’ve got a poet from Australia and a couple from France, along with our American fare.

http://visionswithvoices.com/

[Brian37]

The more I read and listen to poetry, the less I am fond of rhyming poetry, no, not that it isn't valid nor lack of talent, just that it is far too often painted as the only style. The first one on that link was sappy to me. But the second one "Tell Us Your Name" was awesome, outside the mentions of souls and spirits, but the message, and the meter of it was not as important to me as the message.

But again, I can only speak for myself as to what I like when it comes to poetry.

[Little lunch]

I have to agree with you there Brian.
Although rhyme is pleasant to the ear, it feels like the story has been shaped around it.
Or maybe we miss part of the message because it was unrhymable.

[Brian37]

Here is my most recent....... post #816 hosted here at my home thread...

http://www.rationalresponders.com/forum/31771?page=16

Bicycle Factory, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @Brianrrs37 on twitter)



John looked puzzled

On the assembly line

Consulted the manual

About the part's place



"Where does it go?"

He asked his co worker

Sarah responded

"I'll look in my manual"



"Insert bolt A

Into bar B"

John responded

"That's not what I see"



"My manual says"

Sarah cut him off

"You have the wrong one

"Mine is our boss"



"That's not right

This one says

Do it this way

Or we shall fight"



Then all the workers

Divided in unions

Picked up wreches

And threatened each other



"DO IT MY WAY"

"It says so here"

"I have the right manual

You better beware!"



The riots started

On the factory floor

Broken bones

And bloody lips



And two floors up

An empty executive office

Unoccupied

There was no boss



The bikes inconsistant

They all looked different

The workers groveled

For the boss's attention



"You're on my side

Pick my union

You gave me the right

To beat them into submission"



No quality control

The output suffered

Bikes missing spokes

Others no seats



But the different unions

Had the best virtue

Loyalty to

The one true manual



The factory floor

In stubborn crimson

The infinite riots

Would not convince them



That office is empty

It should be obvious

After all this time

The riots don't stop



He could if he wanted

Adress you all

Without the confusion

And make it clear



"Manditory meeting

At 5 pm

All the workers

Must attend"



But the CEO

Never shows up

To end the riots

Between the unions

[Rhondazvous]

Brian,

You got some good stuff. I was meaning to ask you if you’d like to have one or more of your poems performed for our summer issue by a professional tv/radio personality based in Chicago who happens to be on my staff.  You’ll have your own page with like and Tweet buttons like this:
http://visionswithvoices.com/facts/

[Brian37]

I am flattered, but I am very protective of my work and I also have other family to consider and my content is blasphemous. I can handle people coming after me, but right now I am not really ready to be fully open because of that risk.

[Rhondazvous]

I am flattered, but I am very protective of my work and I also have other family to consider and my content is blasphemous. I can handle people coming after me, but right now I am not really ready to be fully open because of that risk.

Well, the invitation stands whenever you feel ready.

Blasphemous? How so? Although that one poet did say something about soul and spirit, this is not a religious web site, not do I choose poems with religious sensibilities in mind.

[Brian37]

I am flattered, but I am very protective of my work and I also have other family to consider and my content is blasphemous. I can handle people coming after me, but right now I am not really ready to be fully open because of that risk.

Well, the invitation stands whenever you feel ready.

Blasphemous? How so? Although that one poet did say something about soul and spirit, this is not a religious web site, not do I choose poems with religious sensibilities in mind.

I was talking about my poetry being blasphemous, how much of it have you read? Oh and I wasn't claiming the website you offered was religious, I was merely commenting on that one poem, I liked it.

[Little lunch]

Ok, I've seen some good poetry here lately and I felt inspired.
Here's one I whipped up in 10 min so it's not great.
Dedicated to TWD series.

Something is dripping down my face, along my neck, though this thought now is fleeting, reduced to a speck.

By the light of the moon and as the cold wind blows, I can see my prey with my eyes and my nose.

I hearing crying and it thrills me, like a spark inside my veins, there is something there I need and it's driving me insane.

Then there it is in front of me, I bite, I tear, I chew, I hold it down and crush with all my might so that it cannot move.

I let it go, it flops around, no longer do I need it, but it looks at me expectantly, as though I'm going to lead it.

So we stumble, cross the field, side by side, thoughts form inside of me.

It's nice to be under the moon in the company of my family. :-)

[Brian37]

Ok, I've seen some good poetry here lately and I felt inspired.
Here's one I whipped up in 10 min so it's not great.
Dedicated to TWD series.

Something is dripping down my face, along my neck, though this thought now is fleeting, reduced to a speck.

By the light of the moon and as the cold wind blows, I can see my prey with my eyes and my nose.

I hearing crying and it thrills me, like a spark inside my veins, there is something there I need and it's driving me insane.

Then there it is in front of me, I bite, I tear, I chew, I hold it down and crush with all my might so that it cannot move.

I let it go, it flops around, no longer do I need it, but it looks at me expectantly, as though I'm going to lead it.

So we stumble, cross the field, side by side, thoughts form inside of me.

It's nice to be under the moon in the company of my family. :-)

I like the imagery of being the predator you painted, but what is the ultimate message? I'm going to take a guess, but strength in numbers? Is that right?