A Poem by RamSlade

Author: RamSlade
Created: March 17, 2017 at 02:07 pm
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Personal | Emotional | General/Other
Upload Stats: 4.62 Stars by 4 users with 5 comments and 237 views


unanswered questions fill the poet with profound frustration
unreachable, unattainable
insolent silence
staring into the hollowness of insignificance
a lost-boy-like loathing of the child within the versifier
seeking bearing like the blind, sans dog

ideas zip
can't get a grip

attracting unnamed doggerel like flypaper
trying to compose these visceral thoughts onto papyrus
banging away like a rodeo bull
aching, grasping the right words
within the fogged thicket of diminutive, poets' mind
ought to be natural as hens laying an egg

make a fist of air
say a prayer

is it brilliance in the making
or merely menopausal, womanopausal, conceiving
slumped in fireside chair like a boxer between rounds
ego bruised, hearing hooting, finger-pointing thunder
incurable intensity of belief fulfills itself
we are owned by our fears

heart and mind gone
dismal gray dawn

hovering just inside thought-process is your brilliance
dealing with conscience of death
curse of humanity
verses to pen of pain and suffering
ink has run dry
lost among the incestuous reality of essence

screams are not heard
there are no words

naked truth sets in at fundamental level
when the Voice of the Bard laughs in your face
causing temporary (maybe) madness
while you sit motionless in self-inflicted hell
Quasimodo never so hideous
Paradise Lost moves into soft places of hurt

inside dark vale
beyond the pale

your genius, nothing but a traveling man's smile
behind that
crouching evil troll, wild-eyed, bloody-handed
nekkid sonofabith
laying in wait for the poet to sob for lost fame
to the sound of soul-bones shattering

its over now
gloom on your brow

within chaotic images of insanity
the poet roars a magnificent hiss
speaks to ghost, ancient bards of poetical importance
give distress a day of yourself, not a day-and-a-half
your brand-new muse, reflects you

fondles the pen
greatness begins

©February 26, 2017 Jerry Pat Bolton

Last Modified: March 17, 2017 at 03:10 pm
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March 20, 2017
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Method to the madness
I would interpret the stanzas as being a sort of internal wrestling that goes on with the creative spirit. The couplets seem like a manifesting of all the frustration that no creativity has taken place. This is a completely false notion. The actual creativity is not in the two line epiphany but in the wrestling itself! I like this style you've been experimenting with. I really liked this form when you used it a while back in that piece about the New Orleans bar. You've shown here that your "Septcouplet" isn't just a one trick pony. A good piece here as well.

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March 18, 2017
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Comes a time when ...
..people of experience gained along life's pathway come to be accepting of the status quo. It can be frustrating, to say the least to concede to 'losing' but what can we do? We can but hope that somewhere out there that Muse can be coaxed to make love to you once more! Do not lose faith/Hope eh! Sure Spotlight!

Oh, never will I lose that  faith and hope, Kitty. Never


thank yoiu for your sweetcomments and encdoutsement.

 RamSlade replied on March 18, 2017

I'm having big time computer problems.

 RamSlade replied on March 18, 2017

Those Gremlins have a sure way of annoying us writers. They too must have some fun eh!! 

 kitty replied on March 18, 2017

Yeah, you got it right, kitty.

 RamSlade replied on March 18, 2017

March 18, 2017
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You've written for us a masterpiece that we all should be thanking You for, expressing our creation process with a really strong affective style, I see it as birth, from the bearing, pain until the beauty comes, a completely great piece, from the title till the end, Thank You alot for sharing it with us.

Thank you, Littlesong, for your passionate comments to my poem. It touched every part pf me.

 RamSlade replied on March 18, 2017

March 17, 2017
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Writers Block
This is an elegant look at the creative process and its frustrations. The stanzas are full of vivid imagery about the agonies poets endure to get the right words on paper: "a-lost-boy-like loathing of the child within the versifier/ seeking bearing like the blind, sans dog." Which of us has not raged at a reluctant muse that will not be stimulated? Sandwiched between the stanzas are rhyming couplets that summarize them briefly "ideas zip/ can't get a grip." That describes my frustration in such situations perfectly. Succeeding verses describe the creator's predicament in greater detail, each followed by an epigrammatic couplet. The last verse has the poet almost at the point of madness when he offers a prayerlike request to the spirits of great poets past. Evidently they hear him, for the last couplet informs us, "fondles the pen/ greatness begins." I have never seen this style of writing from this poet before. I hope to see more.

Many thanks John, I so appreciate your review is because it is my own creation that it is my own original form of poetry I call "Septcouplet;" from Septette (A set of seven similar things considered as a unit) and couplet (Two successive lines of verse forming a unit marked usually by rhythmic correspondence, rhyme.) The Septcouplet consists of seven free-style verses, with six lines each, no syllable count. After each verse there are two lines which rhyme, with four syllables to each line. The style is lowercase, except for proper names, punctuation when needed inside the lines, but none at the end of lines.

 RamSlade replied on March 18, 2017

March 17, 2017
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You been channeling Edgar Alan Poe, Jerry? This is eerily thrilling. I haven't gone through any of the aforementioned "images of insanity" when I write, but i can certainly appreciate why a writer would. Is it my imagination, or is your work now taking a "different" turn? Several of the latest pieces are very different from earlier ones. Note: check Stanza 4. last line, and Stanza 7, next to last line.

Oh, I get into these "moods," and my poetry reflects that. I'll take care of the two lines you brought to my attention. Thank you.

 RamSlade replied on March 17, 2017

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