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06.19.2024

(Found Poetry) Dada challenge @Last

a/n: the shelf to my right... a collection of blank paper and filled and empty binders and envelopes, the words are brand names or half visible slogans. There is also part of a railway block set, with signage "one way" positioned sideways, hence... up.

it's interesting how the paper, pub, track theme builds on itself amid the randomness.

It sits there,

as it tends to do,

and she asks,

"Are you creating me,

or am I creating you?"

The pen,

of course,

does not express

its hue,

too subtle in tone,

too forgettable,

this, which is so regrettable.

She wishes

to go back

in her mind,

to the time

before

this feeling

burned her insides.

The struggles

to maintain

a sort of coherent resistance

against the same old norm.

Cascading

and

Crashing

she cannot

separate herself

from the

storm.

*author's note- response to Challenge on "Dada"art (found poetry)created by @Last. Firstly, I must say I was quite delighted to see this Challenge posting, as I had been perusing through my poetry books and alighted upon a certain poem, and then set out to find a Challenge to match it(;

Found this Challenge straightaway, and after a bit of research on the "Dada" movement, I was once again reminded of the wonderment of all that is that we do not know, because of course, this was perfect, exactly what I needed to read right now, exactly the avenue of my thoughts as of late. The words of Alan Watts had been bouncing around in my mind, just today, even, as he gently counsels in one of his lectures not to take life too seriously. Does that mean there are not serious issues? Of course not. But we must pick and choose, or we will miss out on the point; to enjoy this damning existence. The other take on this, which is more in alignment with the Dada philosophy, in my interpretation, that is, is that humans can be so damn ridiculous, with all their puffed up pride and embarrassing arrogance, with their twisted and unnecessary willful destruction of life and beauty and innocence. To the point of their own stupid hell bent self extinction. And sometimes, the only response to such an absurdity is to answer with more absurdity. I would also like to note how overjoyed I was to see a photograph of a group of Dada artists. They looked like such a playful, insightful bunch. Too bad that was circa 1920; I would've loved to make their acquaintance (; Sincerely, Beccawaits

The words fell into place

like leaves to the ground

Hard to start

easy flow

Patchy groundwork

More layers to go

Kicked aside

Raked up with dew

Fun to jump in

though they can hurt you

numerous as they are

You can't find what you look for

Always more leaves

Always another fall

Though time is limiting

and death comes to all

When the leaves are gone

the tree remains

New leaves will grow

And fall again.

Poetry will never leave

From life as it is.

Poetry form a platform

Of how our life is lived.

From waking up tired

one beautiful morning.

But going to bed excited

With repetitive yarning.

Seeing the world one way

And another in reverse.

To liking what you do ,

And not just calling it WORK.

All is an art of poetry

Never to be seen the same way.

Poetry makes you a Poet

That's all I have to say.

My past lies viscous

Unleashed when pressed upon

Squeezed between good and bad

A forever-disheveled Rubik's cube

Uncapped and unable to be undone

I can't put the past(e) back in the tube

ENVIRONMENTAL TRIGGER:

A tube of toothpaste, on a shelf, uncapped, with a blob of paste at its opening, gumming up the cap and the shelf it lies on.

Apocalypse at the edges of the eye

Fill my mouth with water and napalm

Strike me twice

And I’ll be yours forever

My favorite parasite

Oh you’re so bad for me, baby

Got eyes like bullet casings and twice as worse of a cigarette habit

¿Qué se hace, mi amor?

We’ve been here before

We’ve done this a thousand times and more

Orange and green and purple and blue smoke signals

Watch my insides explode like fireworks

At the end of the world, the smoke’s rising

But that’s okay

It’s all a meaningless loop anyway

a/n: apocalypse now playing in the background, rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead by tom stoppard and borderlands/la frontera by gloria anzaldúa on the table, random bruise on my thigh, tab on my laptop about parasitic mating and anglerfish from nat geo, water bottle on the table with a mr. orange sticker from reservoir dogs, ramona vance's ambient concept album 'this world is upside down', and the sound of gunshots down the street

The biggest lesson i have learned this year is probably not to give so much of your self to people who will not do the same for you.

Sometimes you sacrifice alot for people who will never sacrifice for you ......

I mean sacrifice anything.

Sometimes you are always there thinking they will always be there until something comes up.

That is life.....

It has tought me forgiveness is infinitely available for the wronged person bcoz it sets you free.

It releases you from the quick sad situation that holds you back.

But it doesn't mean that you need to place yourself in front of that bus to be moved on again.

Yes it feels right to give a second chance but in some situations just forgive the person and let him go....

Understand the value in the lesson and the lesson they brought and move on without them in your life.

Don't put yourself in a position were you are repeatedly being damaged.

Never forget that your are worth being treated nice, you are worth being appreciated and you are worth being someone's everything.

That life......

In life we mingle alot with new guys forming new bonds and having crushes on those we mingle with.

But sometimes it better if we let that crush remain a crush,that caring friend remain a friend,that nice colleague remain a colleague .....

Than taking it to a step higher and hurt each other in the process.

How many of your destiny helpers will you have feelings for before you realise God has not placed everyone in your life for you to date?Sometimes it wise to put your feelings to yourself and just enjoy the beautiful friendship.

This will be important for you to avoid hurting each other more.Probably you were maybe meant to be just friends not lovers.

Trust me with time feelings will always pass but friendship willnever pass...

That is life.....

In life sometimes it gets too tough all your dreams crushing,what you have been building for so long crumbling and watch it fall for you can do nothing about it.

Sometimes the pain is too much and all you can do is break on to tears.

This was me ,i thought my world was crushing,i thought my poetry life was over,the day i got terminated from poetry shows....

I thought i could never ever make it,but now I believe that i will see onother day to say that i made it.

A day to say i knew i would get rockey,thorny and teary....

But i told myself never to be defined by whatever i go through for i knew the sorrows would last for the night but day light would eventually come in the morning......

In life people will blame you for involving them in your plan to achievement and success.

They will call you names and go ahead to cutting you off,

but what they forget is that you told them every important thing but they never took it seriously.

You kept updating them about everything but all they could see is your mistakes and your faults.

You tried to make any other conversation but it was never possible making you think you were wrong for informing them.

In this life there will be someone who will always what to blame you for their downfall,pain,rejection and struggle.......

But the most amazing thing is that most of the people know who you truly are humble,patient,kind,loving and generally a good person.

One stain should never make you throw away a white cloth....

Poetry by Lewis mwenda,

Title: lifetime lessons,

Am a man,

Am 20 years old,

Words 605,

Targeted audience:youth and young people,

Style:free style piece,

My hobbies: reading books, going for adventures and traveling.

I live in Kenya at a place called chuka.

p.o.box 84-60403,

Magumoni-chuka.

I am a second year student at kisii university taking bachelor of arts in geography.