Transient troubadour traverses terrestrial terrain
'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,
dactylic, and anapestic metrical reign
jest your ordinary garden variety
dollar short day late dime a dozen
penniless citizen banker Abel and Cain,
yet mine mean mien blithely, daringly,
fatuously, ludicrously, nauseatingly,
pretentiously playfully urbane
many (if not all readers)
will coon sitter
yours truly harmlessly insane,
whose feeble attempts
to wax and wane
oft times falls flat (splat goes Matt)
as if dropped out plane,
without a parachute
instantly recuperating while lain
supine (winded, but...
none the worse) asthma brain
suffers concussion, confusion, contusion
actually, immediately, and unexpectedly
knocked fluent German speaking ability
within germane guy verständlich?
If ye really comprehend
trademark non Turkish gobbledygook
then explain (using
language of least familiarity),
but best to commence
with eye catching hook
impossible mission
apt lit pupils (mine)
to evade even momentarily
riveting, spellbinding,
and transfixing look
courtesy ingenious way
with word ye snook
cored me and took
wind out my sails.
Nor could I breakaway courtesy automobile,
cuz 2009 Hyundai Sonata
would not start... yea for real,
thus finding me ready to yoke
neck (think gibbet) each heel
dangling as body goes limp
blessedly, finally, happily
ridding me of any/all hangups,
one less goo goo gaga born this way
poker face cards for him to deal.
UNGABLUZUM describes this schlemiel!
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Comments
I read one of your poems and was so impressed I began reading other poems you wrote. I see the pattern of your poems as a serious writer of poetry, taking time to reveal, using enchanting vocabular words to weave a tale. I also liked how you put in parentheses the (what) is going on. Or to help move the poem along.
Favorite part:
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,
dactylic, and anapestic metrical reign
I like how you mention the different styles of poetry. As a student myself, just learning metrical verse and accentual verse, I appreciate the complexity of a poem written with a goal in mind. I could tell, you take a lot of time and effort in your writing. It left me unsure as to what was going on, however I only read it twice. I'll return later to read it again.
I'm a new fan of your work. I hope I can read all of your poems this week. Although, I may have to look up the words, well done!
The only area I would consider revision is using the word: cuz instead of using: because.
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
Reading one of your poems is challenging, interesting and joyful.
Thank you for sharing another great poem.
praise worthy unexpected positive feedback resonates within gray matter of one solitary fellow, whose inexplicable passion toward English language, (plus Gibberish, Latin, Matt speak, Yiddish...) explodes with unfettered restraint humbly appreciates such heartfelt commentary. yours truly decries appearing arrogant, haughty, ornery... despite any seditious rumors to the contrary.
rather than deem writing ability (as nothing so grand as the mountainous canyon of stories literature), yours truly merely attempts to express, (albeit courtesy capacious, eloquent, fabulous...) wealth of acquired words, the plethora of many prolific writers, (whether still alive and/or long since turned to dust), a zest (intact since a little boy and dog awful student - admits to himself he experienced cognitive challenges, perhaps Asperger syndrome), when I agonizingly, feebly, lamely... struggled.
suicidal intentions think anorexia nervosa, BUT do not ever surrender to deliberate sacrifice of your life. subsequent years inching toward present, and pluperfect future) finds lament against depriving myself healthy development of body, mind, and spirit. skinny spindleshanks for legs remind yours truly the irrevocable (irreversible) permanent impact upon this ho hum, garden variety, and long haired pencil necked baby boomer geek.
self destructive psychological struggle (I nearly starved myself to death) affect stunted social behavior even now. rather than succumb to purposeless remorse, the metier of stringing words together captivates and spellbinds me. hours still get whiled away reading, and fairly recently crafting poems in tandem with flash fiction occupy much leisure time in addition to meditation and light exercise.
status decreed as unemployable (scant jobs between expansive lapses of not earning my keep) affected execrable indomitable, miserable... slack courtesy mother and father dearest, whose tirades against thee (their sole schlepping son) squandering time with his smallish nose between pages of this, that, or another book indelibly etched within fifty plus shades of gray matter.
rather than usurp additional precious time (yours), an unbounded enthusiasm held in check, and... well... I could e, f, gmail to strike a more personal format, otherwise... respond if/when the mood prevails to bare an unfamiliar bruised soul to me alias matthew scott harris.