Each month, write a new collection.
Only In AmericaAmericans do not understandThe reason for honking their horn!Where we drive only to surviveAnd scorn rather than warnAs we go along being wrongDespite swearing to careDriving with hate, arriving lateAs we fight for the right of wayWhere fear appears steering clear But remaining without brainsWith a motion in the commotionThe middle finger is in vainOnly in AmericaWhere bigger is betterAnd ignorance leads the packGoing faster than you can masterAnd with some luck Drive your truck on trackOnly in AmericaWe are free to believeGod gives us the given rightTo overcome strangersAs we run through dangersAgainst the odds alrightAnd always with accidentsAs we look and act as ifThe speed we need delightsThe tragic fanaticHaving the habitTo never heed our plightThe speed limit signIs designed to findEventually the potentialTo feel free and chooseYet still we refuseTo live life as essential
Love it man!!
My best poem was the sonnet on October 12th. However, my favorite (below) was the most troublesome because it dammed up my creativity and ability to work on the other "assignments." I have no idea why. It's my favorite because I finally got it done. Also, I really want it to rain.American RiverA flag of stars and stripesis not deserving of a pledge.No founding father deliberated over the constitution of the great body of water whenit birthed the nation. No humanstood bedside as indivisible atoms in interior seaways parted to bless and baptize emergent, crowning land.The universe is the fabric of stars—true glory is ashimmering, blanket of water.In the alpha of beginnings wettributaries caressed and tickled the soul of the nation, gathering power for nature’s arterial boundaries, tumbling over cliffs in thundering mists, sendingfingering inlets to erode, to chart and to nourish the landscape.Water was delivered wanton and tempestuous. It maturedin wetland estuaries, sheltered inunderground lakes, meanderedthrough an oxbow at a slow, tranquil pace.One day, on shores where sweet minglessalt, an invasive species grew, waterborne.What was once flowing free becamecorralled and sluiced by cement walls,judged inconvenient and impure, water was piped, and chlorinated afresh.Shrinking watersheds dried extinct one warm afternoon. Water’s liberty and happiness was mourned by Americans, and all mankind,they called to the heavens for relief anddrilled another well in a forgotten riverbed, located at the bend, in the omega of time.
I think your poem is bringing water to us! I hope you write with us through November too!! Great poem
On Man RayMy sadness throttles darklyMammoth yet smallRips open my heartHangs me upside downRattle knocks my mindTil my innards tumble outThen in silence I distill into timelessness.Explosions halt my breath Its my drunken neighborWretching stomach contents Again.Alert. Silent. I hoverSomething different happensMy edge begins to blurInto my neighbor’sUntil her misery is mine.I am now suspendedOver heavy waterNo longer, one bodyAs suffering floods inFrom far world directionI’ve never been hereBut I know it’s safely home.I am hologram nowTo every crystal tear.
Yeah, this is a beautiful one. I love where you've taken Man Ray's work!!
I noticed that Man Ray's work inspired some great poetry.
Yeah, I was really surprised at how much people loved that one.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015October 21Magritte's paintinghttp://www.wikiart.org/en/search/magritte/1#supersized-search-211326John Brantingham at 12:00 AMShare 9 comments:molly neelyOctober 21, 2015 at 4:08 PMI'm So Much MoreI'm so much more than what they seethere's much more than this in side of mea desperate soul, who longs to be freewho wishes just to beI'm so much more than who they knowthere's so many places I wish to gowhether at lightning speed, or terribly slowdestination makes my heart glowI'm so much more than what they thinkthere's so much more than food and drinkthan coming and going, from beyond the brinkmy desires are my missing linkI'm so much more than what they praisethere's something better than a latest crazeto travel out, beyond the hazeI want to get lost in the mazeI'm so much more than even I'm awarethere's still a mystery in my airbut the world's not ready, for me to shareand I'm not quite ready to care♥my fave♥ loved writing it, was very happy with it when I was done
hmmm, yes. Molly, reading this in the morning, with a coffee, was a happy moment. thanks!
I love this too!! Fantastic!