A Free Verse Free For All: Volume IV

Poetry's blowing free and its blowing nowhere near me seem to think I've got something seem to think it's a challenge wherein the validity lies no one knows especially not me things seem so far away nearer then than they are today yet every moment every hour a thought is dripping across the evening flower now and again I say to them don't you remember Chicago how it is to be free a voice from the past drifts in all aghast a ghost from the Protestant Future a day in the hour a loss of all power real unreal the illusion has been blown away not by the radicals and the hippies and the communist but strangely by podunk towns a time there was when once I thought I truly owned and possessed everything I bought now it seems its all but a dream and I've been lost up somewhere near time's sullied stream confusion is past all living is gone and has been done before now seems we must consider right           and wrong a terror of old past a redundancy a down everyone here wears a tinfoil crown in recent times a day ago perhaps to little perhaps so much more to be executed for letting known your thought a highest honour perceived as the deepest fault now it seems all gathered together in the rotunda we're all being hanged in boots of spanish leather yet that was not today no nor never a child chasing a butterfly an innocent preparing to die so much more is now being based on callous and everyone wants to shout us to what only they know the people on the outside looking in they don't give a hoot about sin a carousel a musical dell only time will tell if the fads become religion if the scape goat becomes A homing pigeon two horned goat and a silver faerie stoat a weasel galore and a mysterious whore all these things represent something and to those wasted its just simple drudgery [smoking       something lumping] an act of the will to breath and to find [snails] the hill God of the mountains and a freedom       machine to look and to seek a hero long gone a moment in the sandbox an episcopal [supreme; salivate]     [Teriago (political leader name sounds like this)] monologue without a hint a dream a desire a longing for the hidden shore a nature loving understated door door to what door to the mind door into the realm wherein devinity saturates the system a kiss of death none known here a smile of the lips seen all around and accompanied by good       cheer a toss of the hips a reproduction shut down finalize the numbers all has been spent now its time    to rest and to sleep yet there is a fallen god a god of deepest synagogue a false good with a prideful [monologue] come to the tavern drink a beer to those who only hate and to lear we sympathize you not for       what you do [your cause; what you stand for] but what you cannot do because you will not let go of the hate of the bigotry of the malice      and greed now I speak of present and the future has not yet come to a loaded roulette game a child spends the wheel a car comes crashing into a maddening hill an okra queen and a great spy drama expert named barry dean who put on Hollyway a court       ordered lean lauded by traditional moralist but criticized and ridiculed by blood coat actors' lawyers and            overpaid state analysts but a little of the problem facing today now the [Lucifer] camp laughs and says to-sha a numerical number cruncher again repeating what has always been known no one here in their    right minds accepts or gives out loans a road to the lovers intimacy a mind to open true connection infidelity how does one go about          copin' [mopin; lopin'; ropin'; dopin] a freedom of choice a banding of and appraisal of James Joyce an random employ caliber licks         and a Satan toy they say its dangerous to give a gun a kid named Marlow assumed the stance of a policeman      driving and killing in a monte carlo now a loss now a fire a super rampant terrorist halo liar dressed in the squire fed by the local fat friar a young man with a medieval sword doesn't know it yet buy in the end he die without a lord a commander in chief a megalomaniac a confusion of the mind doesn't know who to kill or where to attack a candy store opened next door run by med lore fused into a bore without a grain of salt lime a shofar a restoration of spirit and body [typo: boy] down in a Buddhist Temple a rather hefty price for a      salvation so shoddy a return to fundamentals a return to something whole a carry-on luggage fought against the whole      of King's role a disinestablishmentarianism a recognition or betrayal of the fact there's more out there not       caught in the light of Nature's prism a broken down log a man bog taken into account cognition's factor in this primordial fog      caged [with a grog, adjective hog] with a statement of objection [every man here has an        unholy election] every man here is caught in the fires of election a marked rise in dexterity an anonymous downpour of being unified in insanity [madness] posing has comedy's best friend hilarity to the unicorn a new angel rises the world is shocked and fascinated and stupefied by the legalization of kiddy more blood flowing from an open wound a gun shot heard all around the world somehow mistaken [by] for the laughter in the room a tossup for [Clinton or Gore] political activism a [barry manilow outpour] or the choice for just another type of schism yet here and there an little bit of everywhere no one thinks to stand up no one thinks to answer their dare scared and running hard a betrayal of the righteous forgotten not stopping till we get to Lawton hearts are rotten the ace is our last card to the east and the west and the north and the south all directions spread to the wind no one's here to lend a helpful hand all have gone forth [on the battle cry to the [torso mindranglers]] a breast a nipple friend a baby is for milk as satin is for tea a luggage in one compartment spilling into emotional baggage all wan t to feel good all want to do drugs perhaps not the physical kind but to everyone when asked if addicted look puzzled and just shrug no one here is guilty of anything the wickedness (such a harsh, harsh word in these our most political of times) is borne without shame don't tell us you are lame a doctor immediately a cure most expediently and yet to the soul a loss for worlds a hell pass is the only toll a mindful playful nuptial sensuality so long banned by church and press to the man the woman most depressed the church has its finality a carnality perceived to be the most utter evil in all of humanity a mind's game a loose a drifters name to the candy apple red and the solitaire [survival] dead an authorial peasant listing the glass of the phial a light from the church's aisle a sheered cliff an emotional riff a crutch for hunting pheasant the clergy are the most hesitant and doleful a strange green man crying dying smiling finding everything he needs on the American [Chevrolet] showroom floor a via card holder carrying [typo: caring] a man bent over without a bulldozer clearing land hard weather-worn shoulder callous sore decreased insensitively a marching band piping a glory stand yesteryear caught between the sifts of time and historian's logical sneer Heaven's gate opened and loosed all of God's fury man's neck swinging in a noose handmade no shade hot and burning ever [everyone scorning] mourning a new day to dawn a new saw to see a polished Chevrolet no more silent misery a baritone belter singing locked into one place seemingly losing his charred face no one else can stop its all breaking a swelter come down helter skelter an auditorium loner a super-sex spear hunter a fling of the wind its all in the wrist there is no one here to care no one to offend its all gone a shifting POV a carry off to dawn locked in the mystery swampy silent boisterous spawn stinging like a beau moisture driven to hypocrisy a loss of moment's spontaneity to the end to the end I gather to rush to the end without hell's furry bursting behind me carrying me or trying in the end I'm triumphing [kick it in the shin] because I'm surrounded by kin Allpoetry Free For All Volumes Information on the Free Verse Free For All poems. The Free Verse Free For All Forerunner (or perhaps a Prequel): Jaded Wiggle Junkies I wrote a posting (more of a rant actually) back on Mach 26, 1999, on a forum I was once active on.  I quoted a lot of Alanis Morrisette (Jagged Little Pill) lines in the poems, and then wrote several more lines, etc, that I could developed later on.  I saved the text, and then just formatted it in 2007 and called it “Jaded Wiggle Junkies”.  The text is very much in the spirit of the main series. Volume I (“A Collection of Free Verse, Loosely Tied Together.” ) (written March 24, 2000) A major poem of my early years while I just began writing poetry.  While I do not kid myself that this “Free For All Series” is very good poetry (some, perhaps most, of it is rather bad actually), this poem is one I am still proud of and one of the few poems from this time in my life I would consider publishing.  Original title: “A Collection of Free Verse, Loosely Tied Together.”  Opening line: To the Dead Fish in the Sea. Volume II (“Another Collection of Free Verse”). (written June 23, 2000) This text was not posted because the poem was misplaced for several years..  I wrote the poem at a friend’s trailer during college (I’m almost certain).  When I was posting the poems on AllPoetry, I wanted to include this but couldn’t find the text.  It was only in August 2004 that I found a long mislaid copy of the text and typed it up.  Opening line: “Poets dream dark things.” Volume III (A Collection of Free Verse, Num. III) (written June 25, 2000) I was looking at my old backlog of poetry and was very surprised to see this poem was not posted for some unknown reason.  Strange, as this is one of the major poems in the Free For All Series.  Originally, this was just the “Collection of Free Verse” trilogy.  When I posted them on Allpoetry, I added two other poems which fit in with the series concept but was not explicitly tied to the originally trilogy until much later.  What’s really notable about this poem is how much poetry I actually produced from this text.  In the ensuring years after it was written, I dismantled the poem, wrote two fully developed poems (and very different from each other) based off this text (“To the Exiles” and “The Time Piece”), and then took several smaller fragments that were not included in either of those two new poems but were present in the original text and enlarged them into their own poems.  Opening line: In golden caresses, crisp with stiff humanity Volume IV (Originally Untitled) (written August, 2000, exact date unknown) This poem, and the subsequent installments, was not originally titled anything.  I wrote this poem at Redlands Community College in the computer lab.  I remember the first line running through my head while on campus, and I rushed to the computer labl to write the poem.  For some reason, this was actually released as Volume III on Allpoetry.  Because this was released as Volume III, the other installments are misnumbered by one on Allpoetry’s website.  Opening Line:  Poetry’s blowing free and its blowing nowhere near me.  I have since corrected the misnumbering on Allpoetry. Volume V (Untitled) (written November 20, 2000) This poem is entitled “++++: Fourth installment in 'A Free Verse Free For All’” on Allpoetry.  Don’t really remember the writing circumstances or where I was at when I wrote this obvious masterpiece (cough cough).  Opening line: “Waiting and hoping she’d come back to me” Volume VI (Untitled) (written November 31, 2000) This poem is entitled “'Waterfall Hijackers: A Free Verse Free For All' Vol V” on All Poetry I also wrote this poem at Redlands.  The opening line about the phone ringing is when I started writing the poem, the phone was ringing in the lab and no one was answering it.  Who knew such a phone call would be immortalized in a poem?  Opening line: will no on answer that phone. That is the main body of the series.  Now, I went in and later revised (extensively) the first and third poem, and some of those revisions have been posted on Allpoetry.  I began an unfinished revision of “Will no one anser this phone”.  I have never touched Volume IV or V again.  The prequel was written in 1999, the main series was written in 2000.  However, that has been some new development.  Introducing (dant-dant-dant!): A Free Verse Free For All: Volume VII (2-20-2008) In 2008, I wrote a poem I called Stardust King, Dance with Kissinger's Spade (Several Fragments).  The poem is several fragments tied together.  The poem is only a page long, so it is rather short, but the poem does fitin with the series as far as it being a rather random collection of lines and thoughts, and so I am making it an honoury member of the series.  Perhaps more poems will be written in the series, now that I have developed some more skill and spent more time honing my craft.  Then again, maybe there won’t be new installments in the series.  Let’s be thankful for what we do have, I suppose.  Opening lines: I felt the fires and knew you were cold Allpoetry Free For All Volumes (Personal Notes) Volume I (“A Collection of Free Verse, Loosely Tied Together.” ) (written March 24, 2000) The last poem by Lee Rothchild of the original era.  Original title: “A Collection of Free Verse, Loosely Tied Together.”  Opening line: To the Dead Fish in the Sea. Volume II (“Another Collection of Free Verse”). (written June 23, 2000) This text was not posted because the poem was misplaced for several years..  I wrote the poem at Zac’s trailer (I’m almost certain).  When I was posting the poems on AllPoetry, I wanted to include this but couldn’t find the text.  It was only in August 2004 that I found a long mislaid copy of the text and typed it up.  Opening line: “Poets dream dark things.” Volume III (A Collection of Free Verse, Num. III) (written June 25, 2000) Was not posted for some unknown reason.  Strange, as this is one of the major poems in the Free For All Series.  Originally, this was just the “Collection of Free Verse” trilogy.  When I posted them on Allpoetry, I added two other poems which fit in with the series concept but was not explicitly tied to the originally trilogy until much later.  Opening line: In golden caresses, crisp with stiff humanity Volume IV (Originally Untitled) (written no later than November 16, 2000) This poem, and the subsequent installments, was not originally titled anything.  I wrote this poem at Redlands Community College in the computer lab.  I remember the first line running through my head while on campus, and I rushed to the computer labl to write the poem.  For some reason, this was actually released as Volume III on Allpoetry.  Because this was released as Volume III, the other installments are misnumbered by one on Allpoetry’s website.  Opening Line:  Poetry’s blowing free and its blowing nowhere near me. Volume V (Untitled) (written November 20, 2000) This poem is entitled “++++: Fourth installment in 'A Free Verse Free For All’” on Allpoetry.  Don’t really remember the writing circumstances or where I was at when I wrote this obvious masterpiece (cough cough).  Opening line: “Waiting and hoping she’d come back to me” Volume VI (Untitled) (written November 31, 2000) This poem is entitled “'Waterfall Hijackers: A Free Verse Free For All' Vol V” on All Poetry I also wrote this poem at Redlands.  The opening line about the phone ringing is when I started writing the poem, the phone was ringing in the lab and no one was answering it.  Who knew such a phone call would be immortalized in a poem?  Opening line: will no on answer that phone.August 2000, Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 07:51 AM PST, Michael Edward London    beat • nature