To the reader... What is poetry? A poem is a literary work of a metrical composition. A metrical composition is a work which has certain mathematically or theoretically mathematically measurable points, or parts which can be measured (or compared) according to the rule or rules which have been set that the work can be theoretically measured by. Mathematics is the rigourous scientific treatment of precise quantities, but only according to mathematically proven laws which only involve the sole entities which have been stated in the original mathematically proven theory, which was solely concerned with previously mathematically proven entities which are always prone to the possibility of not being absolute, due to the fact that entities which are not known, or not fully known, can not be a part of any equation in their unknown state at any given time. Therefore; Poetry is a literary work which is regarded as poetry only according to previously proven theories and opinions of what poetry is. (proof being only relative to known knowledge, as is mathematics). It is generally agreed that; poetry must have a defined rythm of some description, be it concerned with; grammar, syllables, phrases, (or indeed, otherwise developed derivatives - such as Paraphrasing), or indeed; none of these. Poetry usually dictates the rythm, form, or phrasing within itself, and leaves it up to the reader to decide. (maybe, or maybe not according to the above). What is a poet ?Somebody who has written or given name to, or been attributed to being the author of a work (or works) which has (or have) been regarded as poetry. So, I hereby state that I regard myself as a poet, according to my own personal theories on what poetry is. What anybody else assumes is irrelative to my own assumptions. Whether anybody else agrees with my assumptions is only relative. In any case, here are a selection of my poems. Whether the reader regards them as such is irrelivant. I can only hope that some readers will gain something from taking the time to read my offerings |
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DEAR DAD When you've reached the age;You've turned the page, and time doesn't matter anymore: You may want to look back, to follow the track, and see if there could have been more. Then the picture is there, all you did was to care; and you took life from day until day. Your love for familly and freinds, and your hope; it never ends. And the rest: it just happened that way. You couln't have planned, no matter how hard you scanned; You would always have only seen part. Maybe life is a book - with dots and their joinings; join but don't look; until appears there the drawings. And all you needed to see was the start.. ...HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD |
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On not knowing where to go, Having looked in every other way I know; I looked to myself to show... The present, I thought, was not my goal, For it did not satisfy my soul. So I ventured to my past. ...And little-by-little, it all filtered through; The presence that I already knew; Then my plan began to grow. With feet on the ground, almost back at the start; A goal I have found, though probably only in part... But I have now some hope at last: Seeking goals to obtain: Forgetting what did remain. Seeking lore: Seeing more. What? How? Why? When?: That...Now...Try...Then. What I see is not the whole: When I past, I dont console. Fortitude: Solitude; Extrovert: Controvert, Dullard: Lollard; Diverse: Obverse, Gratify: Salify; Contraband: Saraband, Killing Floor: Thrilling Door. ('Killing Floor' was a regular open-mike night at 'The Musician' in Leicester City Centre) |
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What if all that posess life also have soul. What if all with a soul have a spirit; life's bowl. What if all spirits make one whole. What if the whole has only one goal. ... then "What?" I believe that all life has a soul, and every soul has only part of the whole. I believe that the whole has a hole if only one soul is lost. It's weakened spirit becomes part of the eternal cost. "When" demands to be described within time. Time has passed, time will come, When will time ever be done? When can be measured by fulfillment of fate. When can be measured at door, fork and gate. When will happen, but not as it's said. When will not happen when all life is dead. "Where" is the place the "What" happens ... how sublime! Where remains constant; it's a fixed place In time. Where is a place, though it moves frequently; Where still remains where you want it to be! "Why" is the reason for doing a deed, "When" is the season, and "What" is the seed. Why becomes helpless when reason is lost, "Where" is the reason, and what is the cost? Why what is when; where what is - why? Why is a purchase that we must all buy. |
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Because the pace is so fast; the scene is quick passed, and the plot is so vast; all that's seen is what's masked. Then the whole complete tale, has but since set it's sail. So, destined to fail, are those who are frail. One moments' retreat; forever defeat. So, come Ye again: Sit, see, sye and much freign. Hide your face, but yet hear; Plan, map, trace, ... but don't fear: As the truth shall draw near. - Still; The End is not clear. |
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You say that you maintain length by ammount. Ammount of "Words", so you say; "I have to count!" How can this be?, for me? T'is such a constraint. How can I shorten, delete, edit, flee - without restraint? So: Tell me is a "Word" Three or more? "Word" to me is all; One, Two & Afore! So will you yet reel me in tighter? Is the truth of my word so much lighter? |
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Christmas comes but once a year, it's a time for much hope and joyous cheer. On Christmas day morning, children early arise, and paper that's torn reveals many a surprise. The chicken, the turkey, potatoes and veg; along with wine are devoured, then - just room for pudding wedge. Then it's time to tell stories and sit 'round the fire, and it's time to listen to brass band and church choir. But it's often forgotten how Christmas began. How God saved the world through the deeds of one man. He was wise, he was kind, he was true as can be. And deaf people heard, and blind people could see; The world does not have to be such a cruel awful place, if man just gives love, has hope and good grace. Because the world is a place to listen and learn, a place to give and receive; never take, never yearn. There is but these three: Just faith, hope and love. Give love, have hope, and have faith in God above. |
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It is made up of sound in some certain way. It is something to hear when there's nothing to say. Man's greatest descovery, ...though it's always been there; Nature shouts it continually from land, sea, and air! If you're feeling down, it can lift you up. It will smooth your frown, it will fill your cup. Ever something for everyone, anytime, anywhere. Never nothing for anyone, always plenty to spare. Any feeling that's wrought, Any heeling that's sought; Can emerge from the notes: Can converge in the dotes. So; don't forget when next you hear a new song: Don't place your bet, don't be vexed, don't think that it's wrong. Because sometime, someday, someone will have need. What has passed will still last, it will plant a new seed. |
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Tables. All of the rich weren't always rich. All of the poor weren't always poor. All of the rich won't always be. All of the poor won't always see. People are different, it's neccessary. Always significant, yes! you and me. Everything has it's place, yet it moves frequently. Minutest trace spawns a raptuous sea. What floats on it goes on with stories to tell. What gloats on it shows one abhorious hell. But if ever a ship should eventually land, 'cause it never did skip afore celebration - so grand! The thought has been spurned, so please be aware! Tables are turned, but the table's still there! |
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Trickles. Trickles of water I see flow through stones. Whatever we ought ta nee show new drones. A thought without consequence ever surpassed, It's caught, the shout recompensed, never ammassed. Go on, throw your stone - Hear it penetrate the wave - and then sink, 'Show's on, it will clone - fenustrate to the stave - what you think, be carefull beforehand which one you selected. be wareful; score, band, glitch is as you elected! This was inspired from a mini-series on TV that I particularly liked called 'under the mountain' about two twins who were telepathic between each other. Each had a stone which had been collected by the side of a lake and had been used by thier mentor to demonstrate how to use thier gift by focussing thier minds on the same type of thing. Both had kept thier stone as a reminder. Water to me is a life force and a spiritual vessel. |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I & I Investments Industries xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx International (Incorporated) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ings Lane, Ingoldmells xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx England Johnathan James Johnson (Junior) Jolly-Josh's Jouvenile Jarrah Jig Junction Johannesburg Sth Africa Dear Mr Johnathan James Johnson (Junior), I understand than you are applying, and have relevant experience, for the position of: Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant's mate Description of position: The Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistants mate is expected to be a HELPING HAND to the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant, and therefore will be required to learn all of the aspects of and be fully conversant with the job of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant; - just in case the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant is not available for some reason. For example; If the Window-box weeder's tea-boy is not available, then the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant would probably do the job of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy and the job of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant -unless: The Window-box weeder's tea-boy-s assistant's mate did the job of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant's mate and the job of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant. But if the Window-box weeder is not available, for any reason, and the Window-box weeder's tea-boy is, then the Window-box weeder's tea-boy will do the job of the Window-box weeder and the job of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy, unless the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant does the job of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant and the job of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy, in which case: The Window-box weeder's tea-boy would do the job of the Window-box weeder only, unless of course, the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant is also not available, in which case: The Window--box weeder's tea-boy's assistant's mate will be required to do the job of The Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant's mate, the job of the Window-box weeder's tea boy's assistant and the job of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy; to again leave the Window-box weeder's tea-boy to do the job of the Window-box weeder only. Because of this fairly unlikely incidence, The Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant's mate will be expected to learn all aspects of, and be fully conversant with the jobs of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant's mate, the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant, the Window-box weeder's tea-boy, and the Window-box weeder; just in case (as I have not yet mentioned) the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant, the Window-box weeder's tea-boy and the Window-box weeder are all not available. If you are interested and agree to learn, or indeed - if you have already had experience of either the job of the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant's mate, the Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant, the Window-box weeder's tea-boy and/or the job of the Window-box weeder plus if you are interested in the ON-THE-JOB-TRAINING that we provide, then please do not hesitate to contact me, and please also send me any references from either your Contractor, your Contractor's Window-box weeder, your Contractor's Window-box weeder's tea-boy or your Contractor's Window-box weeder's tea-boy's assistant. Thankyou for your application, please reply in the first instance, (Alternatively, if you wish to apply for the position at Portugal of: Potty-Patsy's pot-planted pretty prize primrose Picker, Potter, Pruner or Packer, then please re-apply and I will send you the job-description for that position) Your's faithfully, (Sir I.Ingram.) I & I Investments Industries International (Incorporated) - a devision of: P.P. Pennultimate Products (Pat Pending) Prime Pallisade, Parkway Plaza,Philladelphia. (The idea for this piece came from a nickname) |
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