PRODIGAL POETRY (Inspired by the SAT 2018-19 Wordlist) I was adamant about writing this aberration of a poem However boisterous, brusque However bombastic or brazen A cacophony of words concocted on the screen A decorous debauchery derived from the dictionary What eccentric elicitation to evoke an efficacy I simply cannot fathom this fastidious fidelity Tis … Continue reading Prodigal Poetry
Space, as in the place in our universe where the planets are placed? Space, as in the pauses between sentences where the spaces are placed? Space, as in the boxes of rooms we pay for where the economy defines our place? Space, as in the metaphorical oxygen you need in order to breathe because you’ve … Continue reading Space
Write a poem without a theme A concoction of words across the screen Nothing of meaning Lacking in feeling Write a poem that's easier than breathing Here's that poem for which you asked Wearing frivolous diction as a mask A few minutes pass And alas Here's that poem I have been tasked What's the purpose … Continue reading without a theme
I loved you once. I loved you twice. I loved you, but never again. MG
The low growl of construction The echo of city rhythms The flashing lights on the street The metronome of life's beat Sirens all around Noises, so loud People scream for no reason Regardless of time or season Boxes and lines everywhere Humans scattered here and there No matter where I look, there's a distraction Divided … Continue reading Urban City
Huxley instead of Hardy Tolstoy rather than Tolkien Why Dickens when we've Dostoevsky? Oi, Kafka! Not Kerouac! Get more Wilde then chill with the Wordsworth Bring in Forster and replace Faulkner ...so maybe, just maybe, we could have a generation with jobs instead of “socialist warriors”. #ReviseHowYouTeachLiterature MG
I once was young and I was naïve I dreamed of a future where we would be Together we’d fight, you with me Hand in hand so sturdily We pushed each other to rise above The hatred thrown by the world at us Together we fought them using our love The assumption that it would … Continue reading We Were, Now We Aren’t
The crossroad is where you and I first met, I inched forward whilst you raced on ahead, Neither of us knew what was in store But I sought direction and you just wanted… “more”. Here we meet again, at this crossroads, my friend; Me? I never left, merely needed the rest. You ran in circles … Continue reading Moving On
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 