JOHN
E.
WORDSLINGER
HAZARD…
I have to take the
road that Bruce Lee
took towards the
Martial Arts, as an
Analogy here. Like
Water;
I take the
Literature Arts of Poetry.
In the beginning I
used free verse,
swift rhyming,
lyrical, metal-rap-groove verse.
With definition
and aggression.
Now I try
different systems,
in all genres, as
always,
And put them to my
personal use,
furthermore put to
use what is useful
when needed, and reject what I don’t need
at the time for a
specific write.
Using no specific
way is the way,
I am the way I
write, but keeping in mind,
the tools at hand.
No limitations as the limitation.
With all poetry
styles ( trapping, and grabbing)-
(Mind locks-Heart
locks-Spiritual locks-)
Honestly expressing
ones self is difficult to do:
The Poet, the
creating individual is always
more important
than any style or system.
Absorb what is
useful, discard what is useless,
And add to what is
your own.
I write my own
interpretation of poetry.
Concepts behind
concepts.
Dedicating to
creating
creative
new-original thoughts, and poetry.
Like I write with
one hand,
but if I could
write with the other,
at the same time,
a different poem,
that would be to
break boundaries.
As asking
multi-tasking: Poetry styles separate poets.
Style is a
continuous growth.
Poetry
skills/tools are weapons and you have
to use all of
them, to incorporate all styles.
(Move all parts of
your poetry)
Put everything
into it, all energy.
Rest then
progress.
A true poet is
constantly growing,
and when he or she
are bound by a set of styles,
or a way of doing
things, that’s when he,
or she stops
growing.
To reach a reader
you have to move
to them, advance,
and retreat- advance retreat,
furthermore slide
and step back, push,
and push back,
circle them
( put the reader
on defense),
and close them in,
and hit them
with the best
closure.
Poetry is like
water, flexible, it has to go somewhere.
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SUBATOMIC ROMANCE
When the light of
the sun getting hit in the curtain of the house,
and makes a
beautiful light that I can't help myself,
and run off to
pick up the camera and take some pictures.
_Dany WR
Romance is like a
subatomic blast and dangerous
So it starts with
the eyes seeing light igniting the heart
And one may lose
track of time and reality and keep the state forever
Beautiful light
makes beautiful feeling
Entering oblivion
am I?
Maybe
Although neutrino
needs neutrina
And they say that
is hard to see
Changing from one
flavor into another
Contemplatingly
No one should skip
anything to go dancing
As always a
mystery comes as a surprise
And common sense
means nothing
When there's a
uncommon feeling birthed
That's when two
different people are
Are at two
different places at the same time
Are entangled at opposite
ends of the universe
And it's faster
than the speed of light
The realm of
romance is spooky
( You are so
beautiful to me )
Romance is like a
ghost cross cutting through solid substance, us
The future is
happening governing our past
So learn to use
your time travel compass
Plum, Plums, yum
yums that's what I see, that's what we need
So, tell me is
telling you this like shooting a big gun shell
at a piece of paper, and seeing it ricochet back at me?
Romance does not
exist if you are not looking at it.
When you are taken
by its light
You are seeing the
wave of love, and life
Romance has
already taken place in a surprise
And Romance is a
subatomic-surprise
It is the complex
inter working of stars
And our shoulders
know how to capture light
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SOMEWHERE IN DREAMLAND
TIME
Somewhere in
dreamland time
There at a place
of comfort and safety
You were there
amongst unseen family
We kissed, and was
busy to be busy
I wondered along
the property
And there was a
giant
Behind a mountain
Doing something
with the sun
A road called to
me,
and a puppy
followed me
There was a broken
sign
In the road, so I
fixed it
And hung it in
place
On a open building
for rest
There was a cot
So I rested
The puppy jumped
on my chest
And rested too
I felt it breathe
and relax
The sign read
“Rest Your Weary
Heart”
And as I know
Dreams
Dreams Dear are
realms of our souls
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JOHN
E. WORDSLINGER
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