I can just scream
Staring at words displayed
Like pornography
A cheapened presentation to glorify a cliche
Perfumed like a tart on a
Friday night ritual
A proud plastic bouquet
Billboards of black thoughts
The writhing and woeing of have nots
The sage's quill
Under the power of the cast-offs
Swilling cheap wine, cutting lines or eating half pills
They play masters of words while slaves of lost wills
Neon lights over domestic fights
Rising to power mediocre nights
The words scream from their trite page prison
Malnourished from lack of grammatical nutrition
Displaying anemic thinking and careless creating
The ghosts of unloved words, souless apparition
Reduced to gaudy comic strip
A blase predictable speech
Tabloid emotion without Muse's devotion
Preaching dismay and inspiration unteach
I can just scream
Staring at words displayed
Like pornography
A cheapened presentation to glorify a cliche
Perfumed like a tart on a
Friday night ritual
A proud plastic bouquet
Staring at words displayed
Like pornography
A cheapened presentation to glorify a cliche
Perfumed like a tart on a
Friday night ritual
A proud plastic bouquet
Billboards of black thoughts
The writhing and woeing of have nots
The sage's quill
Under the power of the cast-offs
Swilling cheap wine, cutting lines or eating half pills
They play masters of words while slaves of lost wills
Neon lights over domestic fights
Rising to power mediocre nights
The words scream from their trite page prison
Malnourished from lack of grammatical nutrition
Displaying anemic thinking and careless creating
The ghosts of unloved words, souless apparition
Reduced to gaudy comic strip
A blase predictable speech
Tabloid emotion without Muse's devotion
Preaching dismay and inspiration unteach
I can just scream
Staring at words displayed
Like pornography
A cheapened presentation to glorify a cliche
Perfumed like a tart on a
Friday night ritual
A proud plastic bouquet
Copyright ©2005 J. R. Hollyday
I'm thinkin' some may be offended by this, but I LOVE it! Great refrain. Fantastic imagery and metaphor. Powerful and vivid. Great expression of frustration with cliched and "cheap" poetry. Very well written
ReplyDeleteHi Jnet, thought you did a good job on variation with stanzas. Each one intriguing subject. Good complexity with word use. Check the 7th one for possible spelling. I like the repitition of your 1st and 2nd stanzas and your 6th one was my favourite. Fresh and original - nice work
ReplyDeleteExceptional work, you're a real talent and true creative artist which is so apparent in your work. I really saw your sucessful vision in using the insightful choice of words to explore the poetic talent you use with your work!
ReplyDeleteThis is just really nice! I like the sounds and the rhythm, the images, and the observations like
ReplyDelete"Swilling cheap wine, cutting lines or eating half pills
They play masters of words while slaves of lost wills"
Makes me want to read more fo your stuff.
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ReplyDeleteI certainly agree that some people do not write well, some just do not have the talent for it! Your talent for words is evident in this piece however, I thoroughly enjoyed the metaphor(s). Jay
ReplyDeleteIf the shoe fits....and I'm sure it does for many individuals including me. The thing you have to remember is that not everyone has your talent...at least not yet. I think you write wonderfully, but does that make my works less? Maybe less technically, but my emotions are just as valid. OH, you should check out a writer from the rock group OTEP, she writes a little like you
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem, although not too far-fetched. Words are often raped of their meaning, and turned into word bastards that have little or no origin. Good poem.
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