Jake & Jayleen Push Obscure Poetry

My last blog post had a big impact on many imaginary readers. Surely this post will generate even more interest by real and imaginary people out there. And if it does, read these poems from a digital book titled “Ten Cent Poetry” as they are real… http://www.zeorlinart.com/Ten_Cent_Poetry_BOOK_v1_secure_v1.pdf . (If anyone reads this, share it. Ah shucks, why not?)

Jake and Jayleen promote poetry

 

Noise

Well, noise….Sometimes you have to make a little. But you must know when to stop, too.

listen to the crow sing

listen to the crow sing

Imaginary People of April

 

Imaginary People of April*

An imaginary person,
once said to me, or someone,
“Hey! Don’t send me
any more of your poetry!
Cause’ I don’t need any poetry.
All I need is television!
Can’t you see? Good god man!
Why can’t you see?”

 

So a name was dropped from the list
of imaginary people needing poetry
because another imaginary person
had lost their imagination to television.
And who can blame them?
It’s so pretty inside there.

 

Then another imaginary person
said to me, or someone, “Hey!
Hey don’t send me any poetry!
Dammit no!
Cause’ all I need is a telephone.
Yeah, a telephone
with a screen that glows!”

 

So that imaginary person
was dropped from the list
of those needing poetry.
Cause’ with a cell phone
you rattle words and text them too.
And what would an imaginary person
do with poetry,
I ask you?

 

Yet another imaginary person yelled
right at me, or someone,
“Don’t send me any of that poetry!
Oh no! What I need is
small batch fried chicken from KFC
and hand rolled taquitos, too.
Skip them hand written poems I’m telling you!
I can’t eat words and neither can you!”

 
So I, or someone, deleted that imaginary person
off the list of those needing poetry.
Fat had gained another mind.
And maybe cheese is more pleasing, than poetry.

 

Unfortunately another imaginary person
texted me, or someone,
“What the hell! More poetry?
What I need is more football, basketball,
baseball and wrestling too!
I don’t need any poetry you wimpy fool!”

 

So I, or someone else,
deleted and deleted
and deleted some more
until every person needing poetry,
was off the list.
But not a single person
removed from the list realized
poetry was gone.
Every person needing poetry
became part of a poem.
And these imaginary people slowly faded
into the unread poem until they were
forever and ever, forgotten.
Like this poem.

 

Gregory Zeorlin 4/3/2016 11:30pm

*April is National Poetry Month. Who reads poetry? Perhaps writers of poetry work for imaginary readers who should be allowed to fade away.  But if you do read poetry, you can read my new digital book titled “TEN CENT POETRY.

Magical Common Words

Follow me to TEN CENT POETRY

Follow me to TEN CENT POETRY

Isn’t it interesting how common words in language get used so many ways? Two people can use similar words but mean different things with them. This summarizes what poetry is to me. Basic words become magical or unremarkable, depending on arrangement and interpretation. Writing poetry becomes a perspective…it is how one sees. And reading and interpreting poetry also becomes a point of view. There are variables beyond the writer’s control. Writers arrange words but the words get tossed around in everyone’s minds.

I’ve arranged words for 40 years now. Do the words of an unrecognized writer seem different from a known writer? The same question comes to mind between an established artist and an eternally emerging one. All this tossing doesn’t really matter as long as one keeps working.  Because in the long run, we’ll stop running but some words (or art) might remain.  Not a bleak assessment, just a fact that clarifies and releases one to try more. What are we waiting for? What excuses must we stop tossing around?

So, all of this just to introduce a few readers (and many imaginary ones) to my book titled “TEN CENT POETRY.” Do the words of an unheard of writer mean less? No they do not.  Is it worth spending time reading the work of an unheard of poet? You’ll have to decide that on your own.

I invite you to read my book. Click on the cover to download the pdf or use link:

http://www.zeorlinart.com/Ten_Cent_Poetry_BOOK_v1_secure_v1.pdf

TEN CENT POETRY. A book by Gregory Zeorlin

TEN CENT POETRY by Gregory Zeorlin

I welcome your comments. If you enjoy the book, please send the pdf to your friends…Surely others are awaiting poetry by an unestablished, yet increasingly contented, person like me. Surely.

Thanks!

TEN CENT POETRY

My posts to this vital blog have been sparse due to working on a poetry book titled “TEN CENT POETRY.” It’s a digital book on a pdf file. No doubt the demand to read poetry by an unheard of poet will be high. Beat the rush and download the file today. (The pdf will work on a smart phone, iPad or other personal digital device). I suggest you read the book at your leisure. And since you’ll enjoy the book, please forward it so others can read it. Thanks in advance to anyone who actually shares my book with someone else.

white school bus ten cent promo v1 square v2

TEN CENT POETRY. A book by Gregory Zeorlin

TEN CENT POETRY. A book by Gregory Zeorlin

TEN CENT POETRY. A book by Gregory Zeorlin

Imaginary Readers

If it was not for you, my imaginary readers, then I would be writing for invisible ones. And invisible readers are even harder to reach than imaginary ones. Or, at least that’s what my imaginary friends tell me…

Photograph. Gregory Zeorlin

Photograph. Gregory Zeorlin

The beauty of a public disclosure of a journal writing effort is the fact I would write my thoughts regardless if anyone reads them. So, why post this ramble to the public? Because there are many real people out there who have similar thoughts.  We all have the same bones, as the photograph with the post implies (for those who don’t mind thinking a little abstractly). So the same things which motivate one person to write a poem also prompts another to seek out a poem to read.

So, now and then, a real person reads what I write. I hope those encounters with my words affirm, entertain, challenge or confound such people from time to time.

Be well. Good day…whether you are somewhere in the real or imaginary worlds.  :)

Slow Leak

 

Another semi-sarcastic ramble…(aka, a poem)…written at some point to poke fun at the ego and aging.

 

Slow Leak

 

Three quarters through

the first day of being 60.

On entering a decade of sixes,

not much has changed.

 

I had imagined some commencement,

an inauguration was going to happen.

A retrospective of my genius

would pop-up like a pop-up store.

 

Nothing less or nothing more,

this day rolls towards nightfall.

I am falling towards the

reality of some unknown end.

 

Visions of grandeur linger

in my now shrinking head,

now shrinking body,

loss of muscle mass.

 

But I’m a feisty one,

as all newly 60’d say.

I will change the game,

slow the leak.

 

Oh such nerve, what gumption.

I write an epitaph

of my glorious assumption,

one pompous word at rhyme.