๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฑโ๐ดโ๐ดโ๐ฐโwฬถhฬถaฬถtฬถ Iฬถ
WฬฒRฬฒOฬฒTฬฒEฬฒ. ๐
ฆ๏ธ๐
ก๏ธ๐
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ฃ๏ธ๐
๏ธ. แญ๐ณ๊ชฎ๐ฝ๊ซ
๐๏ธ๐ ท๏ธ๐ ด๏ธ ๐ ท๏ธ๐ ด๏ธ๐ ฐ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ ธ๏ธ๐ ฝ๏ธ๐ ถ๏ธ
ใconstructionใ
flourish of phrases
silencing of poets
deportment of models
shutter of cameras
oppression of liberals
collection of authors
report of journalists
journal of reporters
bench of judges
collaboration of conspirators
๐๏ธ๐ ท๏ธ๐ ด๏ธ ๐ ท๏ธ๐ ด๏ธ๐ ฐ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ ธ๏ธ๐ ฝ๏ธ๐ ถ๏ธ
The Bench of Judges
sat on this decision
Sifting a flourish of phrases
To adjudicate the
Case of the
Silencing of Poets
A collection of authors
which the defence
claims is simply a
collaboration of conspirators
Defence Council
David Comp argued
This oppression of
liberals is insiduous
exploiting apathy,
and conservatism
that lies beneath a
scratched veneer
Outside The Court
gathered a
journal of reporters
a report of journalists
The shutter of cameras
reminding me of
a deportment of Models
on The Catwalks
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐ ๐๐ฅ
Sedating one another with dulcet diatone
Exchange creativity for form
Will this satisfy? ?
Nodding in hushed appraisal
Feigned welcome for the
Bush poet
Stifled thought masquerading
in a measured guise
The seams do split there and
Here comes another everything in order
Ideas fettered to remain within these walls
Who will read?
Who shall Hear?
Within these walls you
AUDIENCE your personal
mute audience
I walk on by
Satisfied even boasting to
myself this Victory of Will
Of Timbre No pandamoaning
today Focus is bright
Illuminated by knowledge,
Experience, confidence
Pearcemelville
TOแฏแIE
A voice out of nowhere
He speaks my language
Free open straight
He hears what i want to say
Offers advice we construct
create controlling the Narrative
Embellished prints reveal
a glimpse within his sight
Both emerged from loneliness
We on the brink of New Beginnings
G'day Towney
pleased to Meet You
๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ธ๐ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ
- Author: Pearcemelville ๅฏๅ (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 22nd, 2022 18:11
- Comment from author about the poem: For Townie
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 22
- Users favorite of this poem: Pearcemelville ๅ ๆ, L. B. Mek
Comments2
Great title there!
Awe inspiring, what poetic genius
you choose to share, dear Poet
(there is so many ways to read and interpret
but for me
that your continent, is so sparsely
inhabited
makes this dialogue, so poignant
a land where its Prime Minster
can go missing
and its not even that widely remembered
or known
insures, people like me
can never fully understands
the cultural mappings and workings
so yeah, the progressive
are the renting 'townies'
while the backwater, unknowing
own, their lands
but
are marginalised in importance
sadly, its the same story all over..)
well that's my skewed reading
forgive me
An intriguing aspect of writing, for
me, is the myriad of ways in which words are interpreted. The reader brings baggage which is unpacked and combines with the narrative to form the reader's personal perspective and understanding. Unless the author appends annotations, the work is free of the writers influence once the pen is set down. You bring your own insights to bear.
I shall tell you the story which motivated this poem. I was recently
ordered off the stage during an open mic night, midway through my last poem, as a result of replying to the question on whether we the audience like sculptures in Canberra.
I objected to a statue of a lady at the airport with spreadeagle limbs welcoming people to Canberra. Before my imminent departure when I commented that I don't feel accepted here, a girl said, "We
get bush poets here sometimes." Perhaps it is the meter of my poems, possibly my looks with scraggly beard.
So I decided to enact blunt revenge through a series of poems. Blunt because they do not strike the ears of this clique of local poets that I name a silencing of poets, and I have no intention that they should. I am not vindictive, well, overtly vengeful, but rather keep things inside. I release through telling others not connected and now, a new forum in poetry.
I hope this gives some clarification. The first poem mixes a playful group of collective nouns around a court in the case if a silencing of poets.
They try to use sweet words but are hampered by adherence to form = dulcet diatone = The strict structure of musical scales that disallow discordant notes. This confinement to rigid guidance hampers creativity. Voiced praise is frowned upon, wait until they are off the stage and tell them un private. No! I want all to hear about the reasons why I think his poem is good. But alas not here and now.
So they remain a closed unit, yearning for acceptance by the group, offer subdued applause and wait another week. I have things to do and places to go, so I walk past them now, strengthened by rejection and have harvested a series of poems.
Then comes Townie, like yourself, who stumble across my poems and praise me, who understand what I write snd show appreciation beyond a cursory glance This boosts my confidence and vigour. I am grateful for folk such as you.
Townie is his name and he produces enhanced prints of original art and photographs.
Both of us have emerged from dark periods of anguish. We embrace a new sense of positivity through creation.
There is no pandemonium now, in reference to a previous poem that describes a vexed and crowded mind.
It is not darkening on the focus, the title of a poem about troubled and crowded mind.
The differing fonts in the title and final line represent Townie's alternative designs and our numerous persona.
For me, they are my English, Chinese and Japanese names.
Thank you LB Mek again for your time and thoughts. I periodically remind myself to read your poems, make time
ๆพ่พพ! then get caught up in my own head and time. I feel a bit guilty but know that I should not fret, just remember to spare some moments for you โค๏ธ
'I am not vindictive, well, overtly vengeful,'
(the wisdom and self awareness in these words
is what i aspire for...!
I think, sadly
genius' like you, are so overlooked in our society
because people in general, are scared of intellect
because it is so hard to counter or compete with
'just look at the politicians people choose'
so sadly, you will be contested early
before you gather momentum
they are just trying to survive, scared to lose
their place on the ladder of life..
but you already know this and seem to be handling it
with class and patience..
'and i would like to see the feminist's reaction to such a statue')
lol
don't worry about reading my little scribbles
you just do you, keep on sharing your brilliance
and I will do me best to read and comprehend
your genius!
thanks for choosing to share
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