The Pendulum

They mostly do.

But like most human beings, the thought that there might be others out there that can sympathize and empathize with their position or even better, connect with them because of a similar predicament is in our very nature.

…inspires one to wonder of what you might think anything is “for”.

The hour is late.
So easy to hate.
No need to try,
or reason the why.
Just hate it all,
…until you die.
Behind the closed door,
one wonders what it’s all for.

All it inspires me to do is groan.

It’s even worse when it rhymes.

“So easy to hate.”

What’s the point?

…any better when it doesn’t rhyme?

Poems that rhyme are a waste of time.

Beauty
What describes pleasure
Without intention
Sans it’s own aspiration
Perceived
Is more than it was
Before it was beautiful
A purity of sightfulness
Drunk without forethought
And seeping into our very being
Replacing the shadowy crevices
Taking away darkness
Warming the spaces long cobwebbed
With the deepest breath
Flooding through

And pseudo-intellectual misanthropes are a dozen for a dime.

Isn’t it so? That rhymes though.

I don’t hate mankind, I’m just a pseudo-intellectual that doesn’t like poetry.

Poets sing themselves.
They do not sing for fun.
They perch on this limb and that;
And some folks like their songs;
And some folks shoot them down.

Aussenseite,
I’ve just finished reading 1600 pages of contemporary poetry. Your poems stand up alongside the best.

I’m published. Are you?
This tread was meant to be a poetry tag. Are you trying to usurp it as Trixie did the other thread? Maybe not. Maybe you just don’t get poetry. I wish I could say something to persuade you of its value. You like songs? They are poetry put to music. Rap is poetry.

What on earth do you suppose I may have published? Poetry?

My comments were probably inappropriate, given the nature of the thread, but I don’t think my style is quite as blunt as Trixie’s.

There’s no maybe about it, I totally don’t get it.

Music is my thing but I prefer it without singing.

Flyswat
I sometimes stand here swatting flies
Because they are immediate,
Because I feel superior
To senseless flitting in my face.

I sometimes stand here far too long,
Absorbing meaning from attack
Because the lure of lobbing lies
Can hide a moment’s impotence.

Maybe when you’ve finished swatting flies you should go and dust your pendulum.

Perhaps start a thread on your dislike of poetry to stop derailment of this one further.

I don’t think so, it wouldn’t be worth the effort.

Then I presume that you are done here…?

Yes, I’d like to go now if you’ve finished asking me questions.

I have indeed finished, but remember… you can always start a new thread rather than bring one off topic. I’m always here to help and advise :handgestures-salute: