E.O.P. 2: Rebirth Of Poetry
you must master all the rules
learn to accept all opinions
turn them into helpful tools
Engage in some revision
and try hard to perfect
make sure people understand
your poetic intellect
Listen to what they’re saying
when you’re reading their critiques
all they’re trying to do is help
to make you stronger than the weak
No matter how long you’ve been writing
whether amateur or veteran
we all strive as poets
to be equal and no better than
When you get inspired
breathe it in and just embrace it
try to put it into words conceive
creations don’t just waste it
And when you’re writing make sure
that you have something to say
challenge the minds of your readers
with the magic of your word play
It feels like you got the world
inside the palm of your hand
this treasure is so sacred
no one else would understand
You got to have natural talent
you got to have skill
got to have a poetic mind and be able
to express what you feel
Some people may like us
and some people may not
we can’t change their minds
for in hate mode they are locked
All the harsh words that these people say
they never seem to break us
they should take it up with the Lord
for he’s the one who made us
Poetry gives most of us
a feeling of release
allowing us to say whatever
’cause it brings us love and peace
We all strive to be the best
it’s up to us to reform
and through faith and dedication
poetry will be reborn
© 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
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E.O.P. (Evolution Of Poetry)
In what way is poetry being murdered?
when it was never really dead?
why criticize each other’s style?
when in other poets footsteps we tread
By all means please feel free
to sew up any gaping wounds you may see
and kindly tell us how to heal the damages
that have been made to modern poetry
Has everyone become so arrogant
to believe that their work has no flaws
being eaten alive by critical praise
as upon our efforts they carelessly gnaw
Well what you are seeing
is a constant evolution
things change learn to accept it
there is no resolution
We get that not everything we do
is going to appeal to everyone
but during this evolution we work endlessly
in hopes that our words will outshine the sun
We always use contraception to avoid impregnating
the minds of those with no direction
unwilling to take on the responsibility of raising
and nurturing the offspring to perfection
We don’t mean to be burdens
we’re just addressing what’s true
we refuse to be surrounded by lies
that spark unnecessary feuds
Maybe you should try
practicing what you preach
before even attempting to
polish heights you can’t reach
If you ask us it seems as if
nothing but praise is what you seek
maybe you’re the one who is murdering us
with your far from expert critiques
You know what they say
if it’s not broke then don’t try to fix it
so stop trying to ambush us
with your stupid, vengeful wishes
All constructive criticism is welcome
so speak up loud and clear
but criticize accordingly
for you are no Shakespeare
Don’t try to point fingers towards a problem
of which you can find no conclusion
for there is no problem you just envy the fact
that we’ve started a new revolution By Glenn McCrary
© 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
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A Lost Love
I loved a lifetime
And lost a soul
I cherished the little things
And never learned to let go
I followed you aimlessly forever biding your smiles
It’s those little moments that turned my stomach to stone
Made me fear, the worse to come
I give it all I could but you were wrong
I cannot love a monster
I cannot hold my own
I am not a strong sheild of good
But a broken red gem
You were the one who made me see
Smiles are often decieving and love can never conquer all.
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A Childhood Nightmare
I was a child when it started,
The nightmares I tried to fight off
The consant waking dreams where I escaped from a fate worse than death.
You were a man when you raised your hands
To praise? To ignore? Or to hurt.
You have that look, the one all of us dread
Tell me friend was it worth it in the end?
Did you find pleasure in the feelings you were proud to spread?
Like a disease I crawled,
Hands and knees scraped from the force of your hate
A hell in which I cannot escape
Torture you inflict; a deadly conflict when will it sense?
You are what I hate, what I strive to overcome, what I am destined to be and what I have the power to change.
I use to know you so well, gifts and worthless letters don’t matter your is undiscovered
Sometimes I wonder if you left at all
Always waiting, watching for the next move
Will you let me continue or find me again
I can only push my feet for so long
Before my will breaks as well
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A Lost Love
I loved a lifetime
And lost a soul
I cherished the little things
And never learned to let go
I followed you aimlessly forever biding your smiles
It’s those little moments that turned my stomach to stone
Made me fear, the worse to come
I give it all I could but you were wrong
I cannot love a monster
I cannot hold my own
I am not a strong sheild of good
But a broken red gem
You were the one who made me see
Smiles are often decieving and love can never conquer all.
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Outcome
He is a playwright of this chaotic stage.
Who watches his actors performing out of rage.
Where bribe gives birth to mercy,deceiver is the master.
Corruption,competition,greed,anger are the reasons of this disaster.
The landscape is so beautiful,no time to look inward.
Illusioned is the man,by this mortal world.
Are like bees,who think warm days will never cease.
And happiness in this temporary world will keep on increase.
Oh! men ambitious life & labours all are in vain.
Love & kindness shared,are the only actions which get praised.
Saranjeet kaur.
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Grief
All my life I have searched for the gifts that are destined to be mine.
I looked under the rock of worldly desires
And only found fear and scarcity
I looked under fear and scarcity
And found worthlessness and emptiness
When in desperation I looked under grief
I found them all and more
For when I looked under grief
I stopped holding on to what wasn’t mine
In grieving my losses I honor what I’m worth
And only then am I ready to receive what is mine.
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Empty.
I am hollow,
like the sould that wait beneath me.
I have no business in this world.
My Purpose,
an aimless existence.
This barren life
has become my coffin
and I am being buried alive.
For every hour i spend
removing the splinters that invade
this transparent skin
my free will diminshes
and this disposition for a cruel end
becomes all the more clear.
Awaiting death has become
my entire life.
So it should seem fitting
that I should remain eternally damned
in this coffin,
shabby and unfinished,
my world.
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Empty.
I am hollow,
like the sould that wait beneath me.
I have no business in this world.
My Purpose,
an aimless existence.
This barren life
has become my coffin
and I am being buried alive.
For every hour i spend
removing the splinters that invade
this transparent skin
my free will diminshes
and this disposition for a cruel end
becomes all the more clear.
Awaiting death has become
my entire life.
So it should seem fitting
that I should remain eternally damned
in thi coffin,
shabby and unfinished,
my world.
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Mourners
Lovers we are the mourners of our time,
Our grief is eqaul to our crimes,
And every step was out of line,
As we waltzed to ghostly chimes,
This age is mine with hallow tears,
She cries and lies away the fear,
All this heart and none but black,
No great soul could bring this lover back.
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