the undertaking that a poem is

who saw that slithering liaison in the bushes?
it creeps forth as the moonlit sky grows dubious
of the possibility of its own virtue,
slyly, the sun peeks from the edges of a sight’s view,

a cuckolding cockerel rises and crows, an arrival
of a distant beam breaking the sweat of a dark cloud,
and a nice plumage hovers in the air
brightened by the prospect of that tantalizing warmth,

the stomach heaves, the chest sinks, and the velvet
dimension vibrates with that noise yet again,
there’s movement, there’s a curtain swaying
desperate now to be flung apart, and show the scene

of this instant, this momentary lapse of that beastly
no-man, clawing across the white that pervades
on my page, small prints emerge, the purity fades
and from nothingness, a poem springs forth, clinging

to the nature’s call, go on, go on, ask again, see again,
die again, but for a word that memorizes the soul,
and there’s light, and there’s lethargy in the voice
of that fiend, perhaps it’s the end with a final dot.

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Linking it up with Weekend Mini Challenge at With Real Toads and Poets United.

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this vulgar handiwork of time

 

the cigarette butt gets charred in his fist,
his belt sneaks out of a loop
penetrating the orifices of the wind.

she complains of the food not cooked well,
to hell with the homie, since the mad uncle of
KFC is so hypnotic, handing out lollipops,
but not to the random connoisseur sitting
at the roadside, muttering abuses of
disproportionate shapes and sizes.

where there is sanity, there are decapitated
fingers tapping on lurid screens, lapping to
the other side 5 kms away, 100 meters are
too desperate, after all.

who wouldn’t want to suck the lactating nipples
of this evening, and
bite into the rhetoric flesh of silence that
encloses this open-to-all soirée.

we are not indelible, nor are we buttressing unsaid
fetishes in our guts, so why bother about it,
shadows won’t question, lights would, but for that
we are left clinging to these lampooned lamp posts.

there is always another evening, let’s keep our end
of the bargain after all,
there is always another evening, let’s stay desolate
once more.

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Linking it up with Poets United

70 words in the flames

mindless wanderings
through the crowd
wearing corpse faces,
hollow eyes.

I see a man aglow
alone,
unhindered
by the company.

He plays a flute,
his mustache
tingling wood,
my soul.

Who is he
in this impenetrable
darkness
of these lives?

Robotic movements
go on, devoid of
any recognition
for him.

He bursts into
flames, the arcs of
revival, everything
ends.

The end begins,
bones litter
the pathways
of my mind.

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For dVerse, where we are writing tenWord poems, a form devised by Mr. Brian Miller. He says, “I call this one on tenWord, because after ten words no one is listening anyway, or already formulating their response…and what can you say in ten words…”
I have written seven such verses, which make a whole while also standing alone.

Image source– It is a digital painting by Saatchi Art Artist, Jon Holland.

Directing A Poem by Charlie Zero

My internet connection has been troubling me a lot, yet again and therefore, I couldn’t stay online for more than five to ten minutes in the last two days. It seems alright now but you never know. I have missed your posts but I would soon get back to your sites. At least, I hope so.

But beyond these things, I want to introduce you all to some one. He is a modern poet with an unflinching voice. I’d say he is unconventional and a brilliant artisan in crafting such images, that will make you squirm in horror and nodding along, when you relate them to the modern world. He is Charlie Zero who holds a blog by the name of Cyberpunk, Avant Garde, Flarf, Surrealism, Visionary, & Electronic void.

I am glad that he agreed to share his poetic style and his influences with us all today. I’d now hand over the writing space to Charlie.

Hello! Greetings to you all…

My name is Charlie Zero; it is such a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Today I will be discussing my poetic styles, techniques, and influences.
I will also be discussing the unconventional method of my writings as best as possible, to my knowledge and the best of me explaining things simple and not complex.

I’ve always been influenced, and inspired by all the great dead heroes of our time. Beginning with one of my favorite writers of all time and what started it for me in writing was: Friedrich Nietzsche, German philosopher/Poet. He captured my attention since middle school and jumping onto high school. If it wasn’t for my friend introducing me to Nietzsche, I would not be here today writing such bizarre poetry that anyone till’ this day is able to comprehend.

Maybe that’s just me being me. I love writing and doing what I do best and that is to create and evolve.  William Gibson, Aldous Huxley, Dante, Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Allen Ginsberg, Timothy Leary, Socrates, Jim Morrison, George Orwell, Arthur Kroker, Aleister Crowley, Charles Darwin, Arthur C. Clarke, Stanley Kubrick, Philip K Dick, and many more are considered by me, the radicals of the 19th and 20th century.

My style of writing pretty much came from ‘Nietzsche’ then afterwards my mind started to shift into different sets of styles. I told myself if I ever wanted to be a good writer, I would have to be a director. I put myself in a director’s chair; keep in mind I’m the writer, producer, and film director of what is happening in my world. All the special effects of my writings are treated equally on the reader’s imagination. You see I don’t need a camera to direct a good poem; I’ve already achieved my goal with creating, and visualizing my own world of any possibilities to opening up vistas of reality.

Visual with creating and assembling patterns on a paper gives me an understanding into the universe and the world in what is happening just by staring at a blank page. You see the paper is the world you want to fill in the empty spots. If you want to see more words you need only to paint your art and see your work come to life.

Let me ask the reader this question: If I haven’t already decapitated the poem, then look closely and you’ll see how the poem itself will start to rise from the ashes and give birth to something that’s so unusual and un-explainable.
I would call that a masterpiece, nothing more.

My unconventional usage for my style of writing comes in the form of my imagination. The way I understand the world is something I like to be able to turn the world, the other way around. Instead of me seeing the obvious of what others interpret, I create something that is out of the blue and out of this world, as if aliens have spiritually invaded my visions. I create something that I know it hasn’t been read before or seen before in anyone’s mind. Again I am the director of my own movie and the way I see this world is unconventional, it has all the prospects- positive, negative, beauty, ugliness, God & Devil, Above & Below. My consciousness has a built in manufactured company that has little engineer men operating on my A.I. brain. Everybody in this world will always criticize and judge me on something that they themselves don’t understand.

Poetry to me is a question mark; I don’t think it should be answered.

Maybe I didn’t explain myself right on and to the point…but this is as far as I can help you, the reader fully understand what and how my methods can be used while writing poetry, giving the poet an opportunity, to try experimenting with words. I am a scientist who experiments with style, techniques, and unconventional methods. Like Frankenstein who was created by a scientist, I’ve created a Frankenstein of my own, and that is my dreams and nightmares – the imagination on the human brain, its pure mysteries and wonders…

Remember there will always be people who will criticize and be harsh on your writings. We’re living in the 21st century. Times have changed for all poets. It is time to challenge the minds of all poets with our imagination and nothing more.

Well, wasn’t that interesting? I got to learn so much about him and his poetic style today. I thank you, Charlie, for sharing it with us all. And I know, you all are now interested to read some of Charlie’s works. So, what are you waiting for? Do go and visit his website.

In case you are interested to share words on this site, you can contact me at hamusesanewtune@gmail.com.