To be frankly honest i have always thought poetry was for fairies. But since i have decided to become a Writer i have decided to open my mind to MANY new things, you would be surprised actually.
I have found out there are many good poets who were MEN, for example Edgar Allen Poe was a known poet. He was struggling with alcohol like myself and attracted to darkness, however i would like to think he overcame the BULLSHIT before his death in the 1800s.
I have been told that poetry does NOT have to rhyme which is why some of my poems are in "free verse", a style of poetry without rhymes. Poems are a way to express a man's thoughts straight from the heart without stopping to follow the Rules of english, writing sentences and that kind of thing. so of course poems are actually pretty fucking cool for a life long outlaw like yours truly!
BUT, and I want to be clear on this, I think free verse is pretty fucking stupid in my opinion. i am doing it to start out HOWEVER, it is a crutch for people who can't write worth shit in my opinion. As a general rule, people who write free verse are not real Writers. As my writing improves i will DEFINITELY be writing ONLY poems that rhyme, i.e. REAL POEMS.
Thanks guys, here are my poems.
New poem added 12/29/99
This new piece I just added is very personal to me, it is a piece about a true incident from my childhood. To be frankly honest I think this type of reflection and self examination and what not is very important to a Writer. I think the Writing of the piece is very important to my growth both as a Poet, a Writer and as a human being. This is just another step in my journey although I promise I'm not turning soft on you, it's just like I said I'm growing is all.
I think you will be surprised to see this gentle side of ol' Vern that maybe a few of you motherfuckers didn't even know I had in me. However that said I was just a little boy at the time this happened you piece of shit, this does not reflect on Vern right here and now a few days before the big 2000 changeover, and I am not the type of guy to roll over on you, I will break off your fucking arms if it comes to that.
As you can see I am continuing to work on my wording and especially rhyming. Rhyming is very important to poetry in my opinion unless you are some kind of free verse pussy. This is a very short poem but if you pay special attention to the word economy I think you will find that it is very good word economy that I have accomplished here in this new work in my opinion.
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When I was just a little child
I found a raccoon in the wild
I brought him home into my house
And dressed him up like Mickey Mouse
12/29/99
The Cage
Metal bars and ce-ment floors
Heavy locks upon the doors
Spoons are sharpened into knives
Buildings filled with ruined lives
Empty eyes give icy looks
Lifting weights, ignoring books
Angry cons, no-thing to lose
Picking fights with bitter screws
Taken, locked inside a pit
By yourself you cry and sit
Shake and shiver like a bitch
Loneliness as thick as pitch
Mumbling nonsense on your bench
Soaking in the urine stench
Three days later you see light
Freedom from the endless night
Still you're locked inside a cell
Sure don't seem too far from Hell
Locked away from human sight
Just surviving is a fight
I'm talking about prison here by the way
Ode to toothpick charlie
Toothpick Charlie, a tall wiry guy
Some dudes got forearms bigger than his thigh
Toothpick promised everybody they'd get high
Stupid motherfuckers didn't look him in the eye
I would've understood if he just got banked
Growing up with pops I'm sure he got spanked
Poor motherfucker, he never got thanked
For giving us his nutmeg before he got shanked
Cons inside gotta learn how to barter
They not playing fair and it keeps getting harder
Twenty five to life, still wasn't in the charter
For toothpick charlie become a fucking martyr
R.I.P. Toothpick Charlie
Alcohol Al
by Vernon H.
Free
Free from the cage, after all these years
The sweet, sweet wind in the sky
Fuckin' beautiful
Steering the straight path
I'm not going down again, no fucking way
But there's one thing i remember
My old man, the drunk
That's when the biggest, baddest monkey motherfucker you ever seen
climbs up on your back
i'm not talking about no curious george or chim chim
thiis is ALCOHOL AL, waiting for you to bend over
ready to squirt his alcohol semen up your cornhole
he's a king kong looking motherfucker with vodka breath
Scarier than any pig (cop)
Scarier than any nightmare
And you don't even know he's on your back
cause he's quiet as a god damn ninja
Well I say, fuck alcohol al
I hope i never see his ugly ass again
If your looking for trouble alcohol al
this is your lucky day, motherfucker
because you just met the dude that's gonna rip your tail off
and shove it up your furry ass
FUCK YOU alcohol al!
i've taken on badder guys than you in the joint
In prison there are three people you gotta look out for:
Blacks, white supremists and fags
in that order
Do you see monkeys on that list? FUCK NO
i'll hang you with your own tail
I'm ready, motherfucker
bring it on janey
