Friday, January 28, 2005

POEM: Word Purnographie

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



Copyright ©2005 J. R. Hollyday


8 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:59:00 AM

    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

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  2. Anonymous12:09:00 AM

    Hi 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

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  3. Anonymous12:11:00 AM

    Exceptional 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!

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  4. Anonymous2:16:00 AM

    This is just really nice! I like the sounds and the rhythm, the images, and the observations like
    "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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  6. Anonymous8:09:00 PM

    I 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

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  7. Anonymous8:12:00 PM

    If 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

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  8. Anonymous8:13:00 PM

    Interesting 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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