we’ve all
been there,
done that;
inadvertently
chosen
the wrong path
or even worse,
knowingly picked
the greater
of two evils,
and still
others never
had the chance
to see the
paths of
separation
distinct for a
few, a blur to
many.
why for some
are such choices
ruinous,
unforgiveable,
irredeemable?
and for others,
merely sleeping
police in
destiny’s way?
happy accidents
of birth,
color, and
privilege
create a
line delineating
the merely flawed
from the
tragically
ill-fated.
we know our place
even if we refuse
the claiming.
Tag: rhyme
Poetry Slam
Wham! Bam! Thank you, Ma’am
Get on the floor for the poetry slam
Don’t be shy and don’t ask why
Just find your rhyme and jam.
Everyone’s got a bit of poesy
Running through their veins.
Sing it or swing it or talk it out
Make a noise, a joyful, raucous
Boisterous poetic contribution
Shout it from the tallest tower
Forget your grown up hang ups
Hang a left at the corner of meter
Where Iambic pentameter plays
And dissonance, resonance, even
Romantic persuasion hold sway.
Pour out your heart and find your soul
Rock and roll and take no prisoners.
Peace, people.
I’d love to be part of a poetry slam. Even if it scares me to death!
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