Mire

All the rage and sorrow
is thinking where you wallow
in a hole you follow

to mire in a bowl
of some unconscious goal

of me and I and you
which is just you
if you see what’s true.

You pretend
your pride is bigger
but it’s just another bullet
for your trigger.

I wish you’d wash
the specter
of you
in every vector

you find yourself floating
thinking glory’s
meant for gloating.

I singe and tear
your graphics
of math and path
to magics.

Because it’s all too tragic
the way you think
your way to panic.

You stop
for more delusions
across your face
like dreams’ contusions,

smacked by asphalt lies
so no one can hear your cries

of pain and chain links
breaking
at the same time they link
your undertaking

to make you hard and broken
with every lie you’ve never spoken,

hidden in that mire
like dust in ash in fire.
Because even in your silence
there’s violence of a liar.

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Nathan Bernardo

I've been writing poetry since I was a teenager, which was back in the early 1980s. I've studied poetry a bit, have learned form, meter, alliteration, things like that; but mostly I just let it flow. Though academics tend to think rhyme is contrived, and it often is, I still use it. I think poetry is rhythm and sound. If it sounds good when you read it out loud, then it's good poetry.

I think I admire E. E. Cummings the most out of the great poets; because of his totally unorthodox approach. For substance, I like Walt Whitman. For rhythm, I like Edgar Allan Poe. For the raw stuff, I like Ginsberg. I also like a little Dylan Thomas.

As for my own writing, I like to explore deeper feelings but feelings that have broad meaning too.

Hope to share some of that meaningful writing here.

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Nathan Bernardo

I've been writing poetry since I was a teenager, which was back in the early 1980s. I've studied poetry a bit, have learned form, meter, alliteration, things like that; but mostly I just let it flow. Though academics tend to think rhyme is contrived, and it often is, I still use it. I think poetry is rhythm and sound. If it sounds good when you read it out loud, then it's good poetry. I think I admire E. E. Cummings the most out of the great poets; because of his totally unorthodox approach. For substance, I like Walt Whitman. For rhythm, I like Edgar Allan Poe. For the raw stuff, I like Ginsberg. I also like a little Dylan Thomas. As for my own writing, I like to explore deeper feelings but feelings that have broad meaning too. Hope to share some of that meaningful writing here.

7 thoughts on “Mire

  • April 6, 2016 at 1:10 PM
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    What a well crafted work, artistically presented, the rhyme sublime. You take your reader on a spinning journey of feelings, like in a maze of liquid words, they float in air thick with wonder, anger, disappointments or maybe even more. I try to untangle your mind with delight. I am awash in your web of sheer delight. I remember the saying “the muck and Mire of it all” my poetic friend your expressions here were spell binding, bravo well done Nathan, you placed a smile on this poet’s mask.

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    • April 7, 2016 at 3:56 AM
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      Thank you, Vincent. Much appreciated. Your comment itself is poetic, very well-articulated.

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  • April 17, 2016 at 5:06 AM
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    Nicely rendered in layers of thought, with a tight and beating rhyming that rives the work to conclusion. Cleverly penned with some stark imagery and phrasing. Excellent work my friend.

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    • April 22, 2016 at 2:27 AM
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      Thank you, Tony! You clearly understood what I was driving at, both with content and technique.

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  • April 19, 2016 at 12:58 PM
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    What caught my eye Nathan was seeing that you favor E.E. As a student in Boston in the very early 1960s two favorites were battling for my poetic allegiance. One was Robert Frost whose deceptively simple “Fire and Ice” floored me. Then I read some lines that started “Me up at from the floor does quietly stare…..” and I was double floored and hooked on Cummings!!! Of your work, I say “Bravo amigo, Bravo.”

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    • April 22, 2016 at 2:28 AM
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      Thanks, Bill. Yes, I love what E.E. Cummings did with words and form. So unique.

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  • September 14, 2016 at 1:17 PM
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    Well thought out and placed rhyme with an incredible rhythm. The emotional content hit so close to home I had to stop ponder my own situations and then go back to the poem. Thank you. Jamie

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