Poetry

     Did you hear the one about Longfellow?  Oh, you did?  Well that’s good.  I didn’t.  I just said that because, as the title states, this is gonna be about poetry and everyone knows that Longfellow is a famous poet.  He is, isn’t he?  I sure hope he is.  ‘Cause if he isn’t, then all those ideas you probably didn’t have about me being some brilliant type of guy are gonna go down the drain.  And we all know how terrible a thing that would be.
     But I digress.  This is about poetry, right?  That flowing formation of words that makes everything sound either really cool or romantic when recited out loud.  Personally I’m into the really cool sounding stuff.  Y’know, those deep, dark kinda poems that sound ominously awesome when recited by the right guy.  That romance junk is all well and good but it just doesn’t sound as awesome.  And awesomeness is very important.  Of course, if the recipient of one of those romantic poems thinks it’s awesome, I guess that’s good.  But forget it!  This isn’t about those sappy poems.  This is about epic poems with epic content presented in a totally epic manner!
     Unfortunately, I myself have not delved into the world of poetry as of yet.  Something I believe I shall rectify quite shortly.  Because in the past month or so I have found that I enjoy crafting those deep, dark kinda poems.  I have realized that poetry is a great way to channel the emotions.  The trick is being able to find the words to match the moment, and that is what I am working on now.  How?  Why, I shall ask the cow!  Hopefully she will answer with more than a simple “Wow”.  And if all goes south, I’ll just say “Chow”. 
     Please don’t ask me why I’ll say that.  I have no idea.  That’s what happens when I try the whole rhyming thing out.  Deep and dark go out the window, replaced with complete randomness that is only connected by the necessity to rhyme.  The most annoying this about that little spurt I just went on is that none of the words I could readily call to mind ending with “ow” actually sounded like “Ow”.  Mow, tow, row, below, crow, flow, they all sound like “Oh”.  So annoying.  Most things rhyme with other words with the same endings.  Why’d I have to pick one of the ones that doesn’t?  (In case any of you are thinking of answering that, it’s rhetorical)
     So yeah, the rhyming ain’t my style.  I go more for what I hear is called Free Style.  But I am still so uneducated in the world of poetry that I don’t even know if those words are supposed to be capitalized.  Basically I just write down my thoughts in short sentences with lots of new paragraphs.  But only the thoughts that can be recited in a cool way.  The cool recitation is essential.  That how I read all deep and dark poems.  With the special reciting voice that I keep in my head for such occasions.  It makes everything sound so much better. 
     To end this post on poetry, I shall leave you with a poem of my own.  It is quite contrary to the usual content you find here, but I can’t really not post one of my own poems considering the title, subject, and all that junk.  Just be sure to read this with the cool voice inside your head.

     The world is empty
     So many people, so many lives
     So little life
     Grand cities, huge empires
     Empty shells devoid of grandeur
     Immense knowledge, amazing technology
     Petty accomplishments
     People live with no purpose beyond furthering themselves
     They die without even accomplishing that
     How can we live in a world so cold?
     How can we go about our lives knowing the futility?
     Because there is hope
     A light shines
     It brings purpose to life
     Guiding us through a book, it brings deliverance
     The light is known throughout this cold, empty world
     Ignored by many
     Yet it remains, standing as an undeniable truth
     Open to all willing to accept it
     Jesus is the truth, the way, and the light