Back slider. Bike rider.
Night fighter. Star collider.
Falling all over ourselves.
Acid washer. Blow dryer.
Good gosher. Guide wire.
Ample time to clean up this mess.
Assembled regions of universal light,
casting gazes over curvatures of the earth,
become the woven web of misconception.
Author notes
just a bunch of babble gone lazy with adjusted resentment and conical charges of mamed alienation...
A contest entry
- quick contest -- seven by Cat.
700 points, ended July 25, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Playful
There is a sense of play, but at the same time an underlying message that is quite serious. The last tercet is my favorite.
"Assembled regions of universal light,
casting gazes over curvatures of the earth,
become the woven web of misconception."
The imagery by itself is worth the read..lovely
Kay
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Your babbling makes the rest of the population appear linguistically challenged. It does leave a mess; misconception is a bitch - not sure why we seem to still be friends.
I adore the craziness of your poetry, like riding said bike without a helmet.
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Knit some familiar fabric with those threads.
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Sounds like a sound bite from your first album. I like it! Looks like the judge did too. Beam me up, Scotty...and if you can't beam me up, them bounce me off the ionosphere..
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bronzed me like the first diaper I never wore...here's to Scotty and his drunken ionizer!
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Tripping the tongue
Nice flow of babble feeling like it means something. If it does it is in the last line of each stanza-the web of misconception is that we have ample time to clean up this mess.
Good job,
Tecohe
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Whew. Anecdote must be microcosmal in order to gain significance to the reader; anecodotes as related by a skilled poet are always distillations of experience. This concentration of detail and pruning of words reduces anecdotes to their essence. It is this essence that becomes macrocosmal- that is, generalizable. Language, flows like silk over the hands: it is smooth, evocative, and richly patterned. There is need to pull a thread, pick a word, and follow the pattern to its conclusion, to verify the design of this work. The connections and insights are contemporary and deep. This is the kind of poetry that tries to introduce and interpret a culture that flirts with the prosaic, employing careful word choice and essencial brevity. Imagery floats in a mystical ether that becomes vapid after just a few words...
No less than what I would expect of you.
L is for...
~ crissy♥
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Quirky, that's an appealing thing in itself C
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just a bunch of babble gone lazy with adjusted resentment and conical charges of mamed alienation...
Now what sort of comment can i leave when your author notes are exactly what i was going to say?
back rider, bike slider.. another way to put it?..
i like this because it is crazy and unpredictable and everything else that i love about your poetry..
bike slider.. yep. it's good stuff.. feel free to use. thank me later.
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You already knew. I'll thank you now and wonder if "bike slider, back rider" is some Freudian reference to the world's fascination with the one-testicled wonder of a peddler named Armstrong. How many balls of fury (or furry) are enough? With less predictability than common sense, or the other way around ~ EZB
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i prefer 2..
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