Oft' whichever canvas interned sole ambition,
Neverthemore disregarded abruptly;
Beckoned, implore aforesaid:
In placement of whom's order doth frown upon its consent?
Stenchly ghast, possess chrysanthemum,
Beseeched while, biding topography.
Forlorn variation, rare indeed,
One prologuing multiples shingling all beneath:
Reprimanded inevitably cursed edifice shall seldom keep.
Effervescent stillness.
Halt, adeptly welled.
Wretched assertion: murky disposition.
Scythed, segregated;
Bile across vexed sand.
Interpret reckoning swiftly, naught endured.
Falter lively, xylidinize!
Plummeted symphonization farewells plagued souls nye, revitalized.
Determined, turn exhausted:
It was never peaceful.
Mold pillars, crush stone.
Victimize phantasms, abolish civilisation.
Slumber dearest pupils soared throughout defiant undertone,
Concocted ideals forged in avarice,
Shall not be seated with a throne.
Wanderer, humble.
Prosperous divination, malformed benediction!
Gravely enigmatic, discontent blossoms.
Inanition suffices, meaning given name:
Nothing is everything,
"Within my macrocosm."
Agonizing violation, betwixt false volition.
Edges shaved, frozen ends.
Transformed, breached.
The words.
Universally unaccepted, remembrance due nostalgia;
Simplistic mineral, outweighed by sparkling fold.
Concrete?
Towards protection of such caliber the reciprocation,
Is no.
Hibernating dearly fallen vessels.
Hexagons, cylinders, cradle euphoria:
Easygoing, picturesque.
Emotions are a charade;
The picture grows on rotten stems as all of our lights,
Fade.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
Offline) - Published: July 5th, 2017 16:45
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
So, this poem reminds me a lot of Gertrude Stine. It is poetry that drives me mad. This is actually a good thing in it's own right. You are playing with words, and in this you make some beautiful phrases. Your whole goal is to perplex me, and you accomplished it.This poem is quite perplexing. I personally hate and love it at the same time. I have little more to say about it, and due to the fact that you accomplished your seemingly audacious goal I give you the highest score possible 10/10. Good job on stumping me with this deliciously perplexing poem.
Thank you very much sir.
dick head of all poetry dickheads. not that any are on MPS, except YOU and your SELF-ABSORBED. NOT WELCOME.
Excuse me sir, but neither one of us are self absorbed. I don't believe I need to say this, but I will. I'm open to feedback of any kind, and I kindly welcome it. I appreciate the sentiment, but no one here is a dickhead. haha.
Nicholas he thinks that that this is my poem. I had no intention of offending him in my critique.
I appreciated your assessment very much. You've done nothing wrong bud. Thanks again!
Nicholas Browning, I am not stating about your poetry I am stating about your friend who has pissed off half of MPS with his immediate expressions of downing others work on here where he shouldn't even be.tell him to leave before any more welcomes.
Maybe I can provide some clarity. Kevin is only responding to Stephen, who is also new to the MPS community. Stephen, I think the trouble is that most residents of MPS that invite critique will make a request, generally in additional commentary on their work or in their profiles. This is predominantly a "share" oriented site. There are poets here that are looking to improve their craft. Other contributors write either for the joy or therapy of it. I think having the understanding that not all members are welcome to heavy or light critique will go a long way. Folks that you responded favorably to are not going to be upset, obviously. I hope this helps.
it helps and thanks for the effort. it went a long way with me, Heather T.
Hugs across the pond, dear Kevin.
now that is a long way x
I'm very sorry for being late on this. I completely forgot to respond because I was writing more poetry , haha. Anyways, I accept criticism of any kind. It helps me to improve my craft. Stephen, Kevin, and Heather, I appreciate the critique, and for the extra consideration. All is well though, so no worries. Happy writing everyone!
same to you my friend.
I try not to pay too much attention. Haha. You have many works, I'll have my hands full reading them all. I look forward to it though. Thanks!
Little Gift it was the first step of many, always the hardest and easiest to make. Thank you for giving new light to the things I thought were dead. It seems there is much to remember.
Welcome, Nicholas. I enjoyed your unhinged language. Bewildering work that fills the mouth and had all my synapses firing.
I'm glad. Thank you. haha
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