I call it Looking Out Upon the Sleeping Child-World
I stand on the tips of the blades of grass
The towers drop their golden berries
when the cars steal the shadow
of the innocent I am helpless
I am yet full of strength
the deleterious effects of the earth's axis
cause my head to swim when
Mama, papa, Lala enters my closed eye.
I stand
among
the blades of golden grass
my feet bleed
and scream
with
pain oh
Wrought iron wraps snakelike tendrils
dancing monkeys that sing Verdi for a glimpse of the blue fountain
pen
Where is Every body Everybody
Isn't that CRAZY SURREAL? Can't you see the floppy clocks? Now you try! Make sure to throw in a difficult word at some point in the poem to remind your audience that you are educated, even if you write like a kindy-gartener.
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Impertinence pulses through my veins
I am a kite
on a leaf
walking to the lake
of sadness
smiling
will it smile back?
take me home
i do not know
will i love?
You're right!! It's easy!
Wow! That was swell! Although I think you could have used a more difficult word than impertinence. How about "sobriquet" or something like that? You want your audience to think you're educated, not British.
i thought that was the same thing - at least in America.
Good point.
They drink the wine of their bellies
and pour forth the cheeses of their youth
In the clouds they flit about
unaware
that the
ground beneath them sinks
under the weight
doubled by the cheeses
Crap! I forgot to use a difficult word in that one! Pretend I said "insouciance" somewhere in there (I love this Word of the Day calendar!).
i think the word of the day calender is cheating. I don't have a word of the day calender, so I can jsut take a bunch of time to find a difficult word in the dictionary! Who has time for the dictionary?!!
i mean, "can't just..." sorry. i was typing passionately
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