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My Internet Writing Life Motto is-
Keep it Poetry and Poetry Shall Keep You:,
Short Bio:Hazard…

I have to take the road that Bruce Lee
took towards the Martial Arts, as an
Analogy here. Like Water;
I take the Literature Arts of Poetry.
In the beginning I used free verse,
swift rhyming, lyrical, metal-rap-groove verse.
With definition and aggression.
Now I try different systems,
in all genres, as always,
And put them to my personal use,
furthermore put to use what is useful
when needed,  and reject what I don’t need
at the time for a specific write.
Using no specific way is the way,
I am the way I write, but keeping in mind,
the tools at hand. No limitations as the limitation.
With all poetry styles ( trapping, and grabbing)-
(Mind locks-Heart locks-Spiritual locks-)
Honestly expressing ones self is difficult to do:
The Poet, the creating individual is always
more important than any style or system.
Absorb what is useful, discard what is useless,
And add to what is your own.
I write my own interpretation of poetry.
Concepts behind concepts.
Dedicating to creating
creative new-original thoughts, and poetry.
Like I write with one hand,
but if I could write with the other,
at the same time, a different poem,
that would be to break boundaries.
As asking multi-tasking: Poetry styles separate poets.
Style is a continuous growth.
Poetry skills/tools are weapons and you have
to use all of them, to incorporate all styles.
(Move all parts of your poetry)
Put everything into it, all energy.
Rest then progress.
A true poet is constantly growing,
and when he or she are bound by a set of styles,
or a way of doing things, that’s when he,
or she stops growing.
To reach a reader you have to move
to them, advance, and retreat- advance retreat,
furthermore slide and step back, push,
and push back, circle them
( put the reader on defense),
and close them in, and hit them
with the best closure.
Poetry is like water, flexible, it has to go somewhere.

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 I  love making  love to the alphabet.

I believe in her, and I believe she can be anything she wants to be.

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Treacherous urges steadily spur
on this dreadful adventure of what we lure!-Poem Madversity…
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In the Poets’ hood keep the Poets’ eye-
For a good Poet shall never die! P.O.B. Bloodfest 2010

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Psalms 35

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When Words Become Hunger Pains of Theodicy

When Words Become Hunger Pains of Theodicy

I had some poems in my head, they love to hide
Know they’re still there, thick as blood inside
Something about humanity in my pocket
‘They’re scared’ they’ve whispered to me
Maybe this poem is like a docket
I’ll tell you, they will not budge
They’ve lost faith in any Judge

They are hungry, I can only feed them words
I tell them, love’s unconditional from birds
Something about their fears, that makes me stand tall
I tell them we can do this, all of the numbers in all

I feel nightmares of real journalists as they sleep
All hands on the table, it is now time to eat
All of their secrets, and shadows, there in the deep
This is the only way to admit and overcome defeat
Feed with good, feed the good wolf, and shape shift from sheep
I am theirs, but they are the promise, they suddenly do keep

© 2012 John E. WordSlinger

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Accord

Accord

Oh if you’d hush you may hear the hymn of th’galaxy
Instead you hear th’dignities to th’wrong things

There’s always going to be worldly problems

And God’s in no earth bound hurry to fix them

Maybe he thinks we can repair wrongs ourselves

To simplify, if it’s not broke, don’t fix it, right?

~

Come here you two, sit down I want to talk to you

I know your names, your full names are

Violent Struggling Path and Self-Indulgence Path

I knew your mother and father Peace and Prosperity Path

~

Your mother was good, very good, then one day

She hid in a locket of fear, and it’s strangling her so very blind

Your father was a good father, then one night

He left all of fears behind him, but it was courage he left behind

~

Let me give you some seeds, these seeds will feed you forever

So what are going to do with them?

How are you going to receive from them?

Can you name these seeds?

~

And they finally spoke and said,

“Tolerance, Encouragement, Praise, Fairness,

Security, Approval, Acceptance and Friendship.”

~

I ask you, is there one missing?

“Maybe,” they replied.

I will let you know, and give one to you both

Here is forgiveness

~

Now do you think you can clean up the garden

and grow some things- beautiful, and cherish them?

“Yes,” they replied.

~

What will grow from these seeds, I ask?

“Patience, Confidence, Appreciation,

Justice, Faith, and Love,” they both said.

~

O.K. Great, see I knew you had these in you.

Now, can you teach these things to your kids?

“Yes,” they replied…

~

Can you show your mother and father

what you have grown?

“Yes,” they replied.

~

Well what are you waiting on?

“Thank you,” they said, as they ran away smiling!!!!!

~

© 2012 John E. WordSlinger

ah its just a baby elephant

ah its just a baby elephant

Being not able to love is black, so black
I will not live in the darkness, new friend
Because once you love, you can’t go back

And I am holding onto the golden gray
so put on some notion and run away
I am not a flame, I am a sun, my ray

I live every day as tho it were Christmas
I am a present in the present and thus
Because once you love, you can’t go back

The effects of human nature are all that I fear
And my stomach feels the messages they bestow
I have told you dear Angels whisper in my ear

Sooner or later I’ll shake off marker and I’ll go
And to the flat lines so-botic who don’t hear me
One day I will be an oasis from a drought theory

Or maybe I am, or maybe I am
You can find new beauty in me everyday
A baby elephant met me today, I say
Ah, its just a baby elephant, my friend

© 2012 John E. WordSlinger

Written to the melody of this poem/song
by Corinne Heath

American Literature by Alphonso G. Newcomer

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Click Here to add Alphonso G. Newcomer to your Book shelf from Amazon.com

The description of the Book From Nabu Press @ Amazon reads-
Publication Date: August 18, 2010
This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book.

The original and first publication is 1901-1905 by Rost O Law Co, Printers and Binders, Chicago…

I was lucky to find this book at a Kentucky antique store in great condition…
The reason for this post was this man captured an era, and done a well job…
R.I.P. Alphonso…

In 2009 I created a class on this book, and it is here at this link: The School of Poetry

I decided to take it further, and continue his work, so if you want to go on a journey with me, get a free ticket aboard the Poetry E Train…

Thank you, Good Day-

Clap Your Hands Cleopatra

 

Clap Your Hands Cleopatra

November 13th Some Year BC~

In the land of shiny donkeys
In the land of hairy frogs
Clap your hands
Cleopatra
To the fire songs, to the fire songs

We know you by face, Julius
The great new city; Alexandria
The vast reservoir of a knowledge rush
The supra muse of bibliotheca’

Others shall write the same, o’ Julius
Viperess’ nests, Barbarians of the Nile
Whores, and all the worlds murderous doth lust
Fire by political crocodiles

Heathens of the temples in the city
There are many others to take the blame
Tokens of the bloody mystery
Falling victim to the campaign of flames
Set fires to the books in the public baths
Lest, in time you shall deny your Gods’ wraths

In the land of skinless felines
In the land of diamond bulls
Clap your hands
Cleopatra
To the fire songs, to the fire songs

A voice said drink from the rivers of blood
A thrown rod, beginning the gasoline
They call it art, the stories of the floods
Red prints of such things, hear clanks’ of machines

Crawling over thou bodies, crawling dust
Ashes of Poems, ashes of totems
The birth of maggots from thou eyes, a plus
You can here the eerie music from Rome

The great shut down, of morrow, tomorrow
Humanity truly thinks they will win
The only meat to eat is sweet sorrow
History is the largest pit, jump in
The shadows pace deprives futures’ cocoon
No more reflection of the sun and moon

In the land of heartless jackals
In the land of winged pigs
Clap your hands
Cleopatra
To the fire songs, to the fire songs

Yes, matter, accident, or on purpose
Ashes to the age of discovery
Miscere genus, miscere in the furnace
The humor of your death is hovering

Head back to the caves, head back to the caves
Take shelter from the falling fire rain
Wizard of stone has eternities slaves
He has placed a face to your soul and name

Oh yes, three days of sex in the darkness
Come and doth see what your lust has conceived
So let the One become flesh, manifest
Come, be deceived, you just will not believe
We choose to punish, we’re super human
We can flyaway with all of the plans

In the land of giant beetles
In the land of tiny hippos
Clap your hands
Cleopatra
To the fire songs, to the fire songs

© 2010 John E. WordSlinger

On Sunflower Road Under the Sterling Sky

 

On Sunflower Road Under the Sterling Sky

I sung this song today-
On Sunflower Road under the Sterling Sky

Love and friendship
is amazing, and it won’t be easy
If love and friendship was easy,
love and friendship wouldn’t be amazing
If love and friendship’s worth it;
You won’t give up, If you give up;
You’re not worthy of love and friendship-

I seen a little bit of heaven today on facebook
How heaven would be, not how heaven would look
I seen my best friend from back in 1986
What heaven would be, from a few of his pix-
is to hear him laugh with his same ol’ grin
I have so many questions of what has been
I know he as well will have questions, and answers why
So I’ll be here On Sunflower Road under the Sterling Sky

I’ll tell him I have a love like a mountain view
I wont give up on the amazingness of her, and you
It wont be easy, oh no, it won’t be easy, believe me
Today I found what was lost down by rainbow’s lake
I have been missing you, and doing what life takes
I would hate to know the world has changed you
Because there has been enough in this life, and you?
When we reflect back it wont be easy for us, but we’ll try
So I’ll be here On Sunflower Road under the Sterling Sky

I just hope our friendship still has a bonding seal
There is a lot of science fiction that has became real
I believe one must live now before it is all to late
Some people believe in karma, and some in fate
I believe God’s shown me a little secret that God keeps
I believe God’s shown me a little harvest that God reeps
I can tell by the smile and the look in my best friends eyes
He’s on the other end of Sunflower Road under the Sterling Sky

I sung this song today-
On Sunflower Road under the Sterling Sky

Love and friendship is amazing,
and it won’t be easy
If love and friendship was easy,
love and friendship wouldn’t be amazing
If love and friendship’s worth it;
You won’t give up, If you give up;
You’re not worthy, of love and friendship-

© 2012 John E. WordSlinger

Commentary:
This is a simple poem written on the grounds
of love and friendship, furthermore intuition.
Please read that intuition….
I knew if kept looking (26 years), and keeping faith,
and living the right way of life,
my dreams will come true.
Here’s a taste of heaven
WordSlingers’ believe it or not