It ephemeral ,
meaningless next week
and anyway
the messenger‘s in masquerade
they are really just a bunch of naked guys
with clothes on.
The world is all teak and tile, brushed nickle
Scandinavian wall hangings or iron irons
decoupage and hodgepodge
everyone is pinning pins or gluing glue..
carving trees from wooden planks
sanity made insane by market demands
I like leisure hours under mosquito netting
cats and golden retrievers
I like Jamaican grottos, warm brown beaches
Guyana
and chickens in the kitchen and ducks
and seawalls.. Rrrrrum!More quirk! should I leave this kind of poetry alone? It is after all a rant.?
1) It is NOT a rant!
2) Excellent images...both verted and inverted!
3) I have my bags packed....got my ticket?
Goodonyer! Rum always makes the flight (of fancy) easier...no turbulence felt...higher than the plane!More quirk! should I leave this kind of poetry alone? It is after all a rant.?
Sometimes the difference between poetry and prose
is just how you arrange it
but I suppose if that's how it goes,
then there's no need to change it
Oh when poetry used to rhyme
the golden days were so sublime
now avant-garde poets spout petulant crap
and all the good poetry has turned into Rap.
(insert rhythmic record scratching here)
No rant on buddy. some times it breads good poetry but have direct with it so your rant has a deeper mean then you can pass it off as insightful and more complex then a rant and hence you can become a poet
Nope, not a rant. The muse has already slipped into your carry-on!
Rant on, as we all do in one form or another, You tell a tale and speak your heart, Kudos!
And fare weather when and where, keep touch.
i love that poem its lovely,did you write it?are u west indian?
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