The poem “Beware the Poets” was inspired by a meme that stated “You shouldn’t let poets lie to you.”
Beware the Poets
Beware the poets spinning lies
evoking truth that most deny
based on words beyond control
of dogma’s rants by public trolls
these denizens that contrive
to ask the public to comply
when sad delusion is a gift
extended to the ignorant
the poet holds the low ground
against barrages from above
still their mantras can impress
upon the lost in their breasts
the lies spun in florid verse
are verity as consequence
when rivals speak with forked tongues
and poets etch ink to axioms.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191109.
The poem “Poetry Accident” is an expression of the journey of my poetic writing efforts. The artistic enterprise “Poetry Accident” came to birth in September of 2014. At conception, the effort was to produce ninety days of poetry. The ninety became one hundred, which then rolled into years. Nineteen hundred plus poems later, the accident continues.
The accident came by intent
on the wings of friend’s content
put to canvas with pigments towards
three months pursuit of crafting works
the same became my lofty goal
with words replacing painted forms
even though experience
was lacking in the poet’s pen
with each day another poem
was writ to page as purpose turned
from ninety dates to mere ten more
culminating at the year’s close
this happenstance of timing bless
the muse demanded only more
with lucidity in the breach
expression put to public stage
a goal surpassed had been gained
now writing was the habit set
so many couplets spun to state
sanity lost while wisdom’s gained
moving forward into years
with five down and more to go
the accident is now a cause
these words submitted with more to come.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190902.
The poem “Write Each Day” is about the cathartic activity of writing.
Write Each Day
Write each day to stay alive
this is my task with the pen
to etch mere words upon the page
an exclamation against the dread
lest the slope becomes a cliff
no longer there to ground a soul
the holding damned to finally fail
without foundations that must prevail
greet the sun to damn the night
this was the way of ancient man
a superstition in hindsight
the same is said of my task
to write each day to stay alive
a religion I’ll not deny
with the clergy of the poem
the congregation of only one.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190826.
The poem “Black Words” is about writing delivering topics of the darkest flavors.
Black words on a white page
dots of ink without reserve
except to state what few desire
to read by the bard’s insight
a trick of light to be reversed
to know the mood that underlies
the muse dictating poet’s terms
without regard for angst incurred
still the pale of the sheet
conveys a tone that portrays
something less than portents writ
soon released by reader’s gaze
in the end the darkest prose
overwhelms the wan surface
driving out the ashen hint
by the worst of sentiments.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190805.
The poem “Stanza’s Meager Breadth” is a consideration of what I can convey via poetry versus what I’d like to write in longer blogs.
Stanza’s Meager Breadth
I have much to say
beyond the stanza’s meager breadth
those few words can’t reveal
life prescribed beyond the bounds
of staid boxes painted gray
arranged in rows to my dismay
these aren’t enough to contain
expression of identity
some would judge this deviant
normality passed along the way
I hope to shift this certitude
from damnation to something else
perhaps opinion could be shaped
by expression that’s elegant
or just the truth put to voice
stating life beyond their scope
if only poems had this weight
to shift the minds of questioners
those disbelievers set in ways
until that time I’ll press the words
to the page for comfort’s sake
believing these may convey
shared discord of joint consent.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190702.
The poem “The Fool Intrudes” was inspired by a short stanza I wrote: “other times I want to impress / play the fool or the wise man / perhaps both if the mood / strikes me to then confuse.”
The Fool Intrudes
The wise man is short lived
embodied in my poetry
even as I strive to give
something towards wisdom’s gain
simple truths are exclaimed
with a voice sometimes shrill
when the statements may offend
those who hide in fiction’s bliss
the fool intrudes upon the scene
stating words that compliment
the intellect of savant's feet
brought to jokes in aftermath
evocations by the clown
attempt to flee from sad frowns
even as the wrongs are sourced
from their hand and not the world
thoughts are drafted that intrude
upon the sanity of the abused
still embrace the steady head
waiting at the final pass
these two souls are as one
a coin flipped head to tail
what’s been said is all true
don't blame the sage if you're confused.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190506.
The poem “Fame Escapes” was inspired by the struggle to become a “famous” poet. There are some on social media that have much more than a tiny trickle of attention. I am not one of them.
Fame escapes those who strive
to explain the span of life
heights and depths that truly shine
while the author is denied
they still exist for the muse
supplying skills to the crafts
an artifice that is blind
even as the vision strives
something more than guidelines
the mundane is left far behind
exploration few observe
that formulas do not ascribe
comfort left to plumb the depths
beyond the shores defining life
only the mundane may provide
safety in the web of lies
looking to the corners where
the dark exists outside of light
denying glory for disgrace
the ordinary at best embraced
full obscurity will then claim
a child birthed without regard
for the heights some attain
absent while the art’s displayed.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190424.
The poem “Make a Note” was inspired by a short poem on Tumblr and consideration of my writing about the same topics over and over again.
Make a Note
Make a note to mark the place
something referenced afterward
when the world has revolved
and still the cause pushes on
add to the stack of lettered screams
so many stating a need for change
yet the pile will surely grow
with additions stacking on
without regard for lunacy
the same repeated once again
please don’t fret if this is so
even angels are laid low
just remind the deaf self
something more may be done
announced by notes from the heart
perhaps one day they’ll be heard.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190405.