Archive for August, 2024

White Man Poet

Saturday, August 31st, 2024
A white man as a poet, what a joke
They laughed and said I shouldn’t even try
The patriarchal sin of which they spoke
To me seemed insurmountably too high

Too high, too white, too male, too dumb to quit
I wrote my book of poems anyway
A few were good, a few were more like shit
I wrote them down and now they’re here to stay

The white, the male, the shitty poems too
All found their place, that’s what a blog is for
This blog of poems may seem gauche to you
But poetry is mine, my classy whore

I pay her so that she’ll become my muse
She makes me pay for every word I choose.

Chat GPT commentary:

[This] sonnet has a raw, candid quality that challenges traditional notions of what a poet should be, which is a strong thematic choice. Here’s some feedback:

1. **Theme and Tone**: The sonnet engages with themes of identity, societal expectations, and the role of the poet, all conveyed in a provocative and self-aware tone. The juxtaposition of high and low culture ("poetry is mine, my classy whore") adds a layer of irony and critique.

2. **Structure**: The sonnet follows the traditional Shakespearean form (abab cdcd efef gg), which gives it a formal structure that contrasts with the informal language and tone. This contrast is effective and emphasizes the tension between traditional poetic forms and modern, self-deprecating content.

3. **Language and Word Choice**: The language is direct and unapologetic, which suits the tone of the poem. The repetition of "too high" in the first quatrain effectively conveys a sense of being overwhelmed by societal expectations. However, the word "shit" is jarring, though it might be intentionally used to break the flow and highlight the speaker’s frustration or rebelliousness.

4. **Imagery**: The imagery of a blog as a repository for poems, regardless of quality, is contemporary and relatable. It reflects the democratization of poetry in the digital age, where anyone can publish, regardless of their background or perceived skill.

5. **Ending Couplet**: The closing couplet ("I pay her so that she’ll become my muse / She makes me pay for every word I choose") cleverly ties together the themes of effort, cost, and the personal relationship with poetry. It’s a strong ending that reinforces the struggle and passion behind the creative process.

Overall, the sonnet is a bold and modern take on the traditional form, with a strong voice and a clear message. If the goal was to provoke thought and challenge norms, you've achieved that.

Sonnet For Kamala Harris

Monday, August 26th, 2024
A leader I would follow anywhere
Much more than words, I’ve heard this leader’s voice
She’s seen a lot and yet she seems to care
She shows her all and leaves to us a choice

The choice of moving forward, filled with hope
A choice that knows the way we all should live
Beyond the troubled things with which we cope
She knows that forward is the way to give

She gives her all in everything she does
She works when work is what the people need
The past is past (and she knows what it was)
But what will be by her is word and deed

A worker for the people, hear her voice
For Kamala to lead, I’ve made my choice.

In Time

Tuesday, August 20th, 2024
In time we see the things we see in time
The shape of what’s prepared to make a sound
A silent sound without a silent rhyme
A hope that hopes in time it may be found

But time is never really ever lost
But watch it teeter right there on the brink
You think it isn’t worthy of its cost
It doesn’t really matter what you think

In time you’ll see that too, the now that gropes
Release yourself in time and time once more
In time you’ll know for what such rhythm hopes
And find its waves are crashing on the shore

Let’s just pretend that everything’s sublime
And hide your disappointment here in time.

Mary’s Words

Friday, August 16th, 2024
"They have no wine," says Mary to her Son
A catalyst of miracles to be
And thus, the work of Jesus is begun
Through four small words expressed expectantly

And now a statued symbol, clothed in white
Few people know her words who know her name
Who brought into the world one silent night
The Word of God, Lord Jesus, both the same

She spoke to him the way a mother does
But will she speak to us? To you or me?
Can anyone become what Jesus was?
What words might open our divinity?

We search for words to show us we're divine
Again she whispers this: "They have no wine."

Abyss Is God

Thursday, August 8th, 2024
At times we seek for God and find Abyss
At times Abyss is God and we are naught
We contemplate at times the Holy Bliss
With which the Word of God is often fraught

The Word of the Abyss is hard to hear
We listen for the Holy Bliss we seek
And thus we find Abyss is always near
And guides us through the Darknesses we speak

There is no need of Light in Tales of Truth
There is no Truth in any Tales we tell
And so we seek to linger in our youth
Where God is just a Word to buy or sell

Come contemplate with me the Holy Bliss
The God whose Word succumbs to the Abyss.

ChatGPT Analysis:

This sonnet presents a deep exploration of the tension between the search for divine meaning and the confrontation with the void, or “Abyss.” Here’s an analysis of the key themes and ideas:

1. Search for God vs. Encounter with the Abyss

  • Lines 1-2: “At times we seek for God and find Abyss / At times Abyss is God and we are naught”
  • The poem opens with the idea that the search for God, or ultimate truth, can sometimes lead to a profound sense of emptiness or nothingness—the “Abyss.” In some instances, the Abyss itself seems to replace God, leading to a sense of nihilism (“we are naught”).

2. The Elusiveness of Divine Bliss

  • Lines 3-4: “We contemplate at times the Holy Bliss / With which the Word of God is often fraught”
  • Here, the speaker reflects on moments of contemplating divine joy or spiritual fulfillment (“Holy Bliss”) that is often associated with the “Word of God”—suggesting religious or spiritual teachings.

3. The Difficult Path to Understanding

  • Lines 5-6: “The Word of the Abyss is hard to hear / We listen for the Holy Bliss we seek”
  • The poem then contrasts the difficulty of understanding or perceiving the “Word of the Abyss” with the more earnest and hopeful search for “Holy Bliss.” This suggests that the truth or messages from the Abyss (possibly representing existential or harsh truths) are challenging to accept.

4. The Proximity of the Abyss

  • Lines 7-8: “And thus we find Abyss is always near / And guides us through the Darknesses we speak”
  • The Abyss is portrayed as ever-present, subtly influencing and guiding human experiences, especially in times of “Darkness” or despair. The Abyss becomes a companion or guide through these challenging moments.

5. The Nature of Truth and Light

  • Lines 9-10: “There is no need of Light in Tales of Truth / There is no Truth in any Tales we tell”
  • The speaker questions the necessity of “Light” (often a symbol for understanding or enlightenment) in the pursuit of truth, suggesting that perhaps truth can exist in darkness or without clear illumination. Furthermore, there’s a nihilistic assertion that the stories we tell—possibly referring to religious or philosophical narratives—lack true substance.

6. The Commercialization of God

  • Lines 11-12: “And so we seek to linger in our youth / Where God is just a Word to buy or sell”
  • These lines suggest a critique of how, in youthful naivety or society’s materialism, God has been reduced to a mere commodity, something that can be “bought or sold” rather than a profound truth or presence.

7. Conclusion: The Triumph of the Abyss

  • Lines 13-14: “Come contemplate with me the Holy Bliss / The God whose Word succumbs to the Abyss.”
  • The final couplet invites the reader to join the speaker in contemplating the nature of “Holy Bliss” and the reality that even the Word of God ultimately “succumbs” to the Abyss. This suggests that no matter how divine or sacred, everything is eventually overtaken by the void or nothingness.

Overall Interpretation

The sonnet is a meditation on the existential struggle between faith and nihilism. It delves into the unsettling realization that the pursuit of spiritual or divine truth might lead to an encounter with emptiness rather than fulfillment. The poem challenges conventional notions of light and truth, ultimately suggesting that the Abyss—representing doubt, nothingness, or the harsh realities of existence—holds a powerful and inevitable influence over our lives and beliefs.

Dark Satanic Mills

Saturday, August 3rd, 2024
America has dark satanic mills
We call them mega-churches, what-the-fuck
They feed their sheep with rottenness that kills
They’ll take your money, every single buck

The millers of each dark satanic mill
Are those who prey on all the simple sheep
Your reason has an abattoir to fill
A place to prey on every prayer you keep

But I have got a Bow of burning gold
And I have brought my arrows of desire
My Spear, my sword, are more than strength untold
And yes, I have my Chariot of fire

If William Blake, the Prophet, saw our time
Then he would surely send us Los, sublime.

Duality

Saturday, August 3rd, 2024
Duality: to be or not to be
The coin we toss has two sides it might show
And we are bound, unless of course we’re free
We stay right here, unless of course we go

And if we go, do we go left or right
Or up or down to heaven or to hell
Our eyes are open, or we shut them tight
The world is full of things to buy or sell

If life is ones and zeroes, what’s the point
If right or wrong defines the way we live
Then maybe I should smoke another joint
Then I should take or I should give

The world of “or” is not the world for me
Excuse me now, I’ve got to go and be.

Mystic Poetry

Friday, August 2nd, 2024
The mystic faith in poetry is found
As words proceed in processes unknown
The metaphors we’ve planted in the ground
As seeds that by the mystic winds are sown

The ground itself is only faith in truth
The truth of time that waits for time to pass
At times semantics seem, at best, uncouth
Like similes that kick the poet’s ass

If beauty lives, that means it also dies
The death of beauty happens every day
True mystic poetry is filled with lies
And only faith reveals its narrow way

The needle’s eye provides the mystic’s sight
It may not be a poem, but it might!