Not Myself Anymore

There is no cure for love, it is the greatest equalizer of all.

Frank Solanki's avatarFrank Solanki

Every breath is marked to you
Every heartbeat is calling out your name
Ever since I’ve met you
I haven’t been the same

These eyes long for the sight of you
These ears long for your voice
Ever since I’ve met you
I’ve been left with no choice

The days I spend dreaming of you
The nights just seem so long
Ever since I’ve met you
Everything else just seems so wrong

Every word is a struggle
Every line is a war
Ever since I’ve met you
I haven’t been myself anymore

Every breath is marked to you
Every heartbeat is calling out your name
Ever since I’ve met you
I haven’t been the same

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Quest for freedom

Bird on the Wire
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
For like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, “you must not ask for so much”
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, “hey, why not ask for more?”
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
“Bird On The Wire,”  ruminates on the impossibility of freedom in a world rife with tethers. Aren’t we always seeking freedom from some kind of oppression in our daily existence? And aren’t we always messing things up ? Our human spirit’s struggle against inherent frailties and external pressures often results in futility.  The real story is the effort we made to resist making the same mistakes again.

Change ©Lyn Crain

Racing to Unlock

 an Alien Thought Process

Beauty Fearlessly Rendered

The Architecture of Survival

Monuments to Memory

Fearlessly Rendered

 in Its Complexity

 

Racing to Unlock

 an Alien Thought Process

Come and Find Me

The Fragile Songs

A Book of Illuminations

Uh-Oh

Find a Direction Home

 

Racing to Unlock

An Alien Thought Process

From the Theater of War

 to the Halftime Show

Counting The Unarmed,

Black and Dead

Waging…  Battle

 

Racing to Unlock

An Alien Thought Process

Against Me, Myself and I

The Architecture of Survival

Around Town

Keep Your Eye on the Road

And on the Driver as Well

 

Racing to Unlock

An Alien Thought Process

Last Chance

Children

They

They Can’t Kill Us All

Turning The Tables

 

 

This poem is created from article titles in The New York Times Friday 11/11/ 2016 Edition of Weekend Arts. Every line is either the full title or pieces of it to make the poem flow. I haven’t added any words except the titles.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/found-poem-poetic-form

 

 

Death of Democracy©Lyn Crain

The Mistletoe Murder

of

Philosophers and

 Other Lovers

in what once

was a nation

 now

A Gambler’s Anatomy

In this

City of Dreams

Where America Begins

 

Judge Not

The Whistler

The Man Who Chose

To Exile

Rogue Heroes

In the

March of the Lexicon

 

Surprise

Words on the Move

Cruel Beautiful World

It’s no longer

Seriously Sweet

When Music Was Life and Death

 

 no

Escape Clause

to

The Wrong Side of Good bye

in a Sleeping World

oh

The Mortifications

Bless Me

 for I Will Sin

 

This is another found poetry piece from the New York Times Book Review. I take the book review and cut all the different review titles and the book titles out and place them on the table. I then move them around until I have a poem. I only add minimal words to help the flow. The titles are all in italics.

#New York Times

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/found-poem-poetic-form

 

Looped Poetry ©Lyn Crain

poetry leaped off my tongue
tongue swirled with joy
joy waiting to be shared
shared among the masses
masses reading looped poetry
poetry at its best
best poetry

Loop Poetry is a form wherein the last word in one line becomes the first word in the following line, as demonstrated in the following link: https://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/tag/loop-poetry-form/

More examples with variations can be found here: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/looppoetry.html

Looking at poetry styles

I discovered a different one called Soledad. I love learning new and old styles of poetry writing, it opens one’s mind to different possibilities when writing. My humble attempt is included with Gorder’s, and Smith’s  below.

Soledad: 1. Three 8-syllable lines 2. Written in tercets or triplets alone or in sequence. 3. Rhyme Scheme: a-x-a b-x-b etc. X= unrhymed. 4. Often has internal consonance or assonance. 5. Octosyllabic lines were typical in 12th  Spanish poetry. The majority of the forms were couplets.

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Spring Ahead © Judi Van Gorder

Eyes droop from lack of sleep last night,
late night write, hour hand clicks to twelve,
skip ropes forward, I wake at light.

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Sacrifice Zones © 2012 Linda Varsell Smith

Exploited for profit and greed,

no rules to protect people, land

places disregarded we need.

***

Fuel industry and create blight.

Pollution a catastrophe.

Deplete and decay–people’s plight

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Remove what stands in machine’s way

leaving dead land, mountain moonscape.

taking clean water, breathe away.

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Defeated people struggle, shout

renew, recycle, choose for life,

dead, dying zones doing without.

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In a Chaotic Moment ©Lyn Crain

Leaves flutter wildly in the wind

The colors burst upon my soul

 scattered thoughts defiantly pinned

http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?/topic/1023-soledad/

Click to access Soledad.pdf