Dec. 17, 2017

Stepping Out

POETRY IS JUST A BUNCH OF NONSENSICAL WORDS: 

I cannot say for certain if I'm a fan of poetry. There are some poems which I find to be quite interesting and very thought-provoking and then there are those...well, they just plain sucked! After reading (and during reading) a poem, they left you scratching your head thinking, "what on earth is the author trying to convey?" Personally, I think poetry is just a bunch of nonsensical words that defies imagination. It's an easy way out for those who cannot write a good essay or a good story. Just like rappers who cannot sing so to compensate, they recite their lyrics. In any case, I know what I like.

This is my personal opinion! I do not wish to offend a whole nation of poets and their perpetual loyal fans. But poetry is like food. You either like it or you don't. Me? I prefer to read a good story with real characters. Or a poem that tells a good (or interesting) story. This is what I was trying to achieve when I wrote, STEPPING OUT.

While attending school, my class was given the assignment to write a poem without revealing its main character. For the sake of this publication, I will reveal to you the subject of this poem. Of course, I'm the character...a pair of shoes. This was my rendition.

 STEPPING OUT:  

• God bless my sole; another day is done.
• Though a new day will dawn; and again I will be on the run.
• My talent I credit; from that which I’m made.
• I hop, skip and jump; I even danced the promenade.
• But hate it I do; the way he twisted me off.
• Then tossed me in the corner; like a tired old horse.

• There was a country fair, and all my friends were there.
• There were Reebok, Brooks, and Nike; and even my old pal, L. A. Gear.
• I strolled and strutted my way across the ballroom floor.
• Like a willow in the wind; but very much in control.
• Then behold a damsel; not in distress.
• Cuddly and tight; she hugs the feet of her mistress. 

• I clicked my heels in the lady’s presence.
• Her charm and beauty were her every essence.
• “Docks, the name, me-lady,” an officer and a gentleman was I.
• Like a crackling brook; yet as straight as the Nile.
• “The pleasure is mine, dear Sir,” she gracefully replied.
• Then we danced until dawn; together in each other’s arms. 

• Suddenly the music stopped; where we met in that said spot.
• Then we dashed out the back door.
• Master and Mistress; together we were four.