Poetry

Although I am known for mostly write very political and impassioned essays, I have been writing fiction for years, such as poems, short stories, and a few unfinished novels. Perhaps dear readers you will see another side to me by reading my fiction and poems. Perhaps some of you may see why I lean towards righteousness and socialistic views. Although my sense of right and wrong keeps me in contention with the status quo as dictated by corporate marketing, it is none-the-less something that has affected me deeply since I was born. Circumstances and experiences in my life have only enhanced or amplified my ethics. Through it all, I have always returned to poetry to express my feelings in ways I cannot articulate openly (even to my shrink). God only knows how and why I feel so intensely. I am every bit the tortured artist of classical and Beat art. I hope you enjoy these poems. They are as much a part of me as my body, my wife and my children.
Eternal Expressions
“Not thought but a mind thinking” (Ellis, 2006). This is an amazing passage and elucidates exactly the ethereal hand that guides when writing takes over. I have been fortunate enough to experience this a few times while writing. I liken it to a creative orgasm. When this explosion of pure unadulterated writing ensues, I become the pen to an ethereal hand from an eternal mind. I never considered that these incidents were, in fact, my own mind taking over the steering wheel. Perhaps my conscious self is merely a copilot to this greater self. Perhaps I am delusional. Nevertheless, my hope is to learn to conjure this wellspring whenever I write a rough draft. Many quotes about poetry are very true. Poetry is less about the logistical placement of words and more about feelings. The rhythm of a poem forces the breath to become the orchestral accompaniment to the melody of words and emotions. There was a time when I believed that poems must rhyme. One of my favorite poets to this day is Theodor Seuss Geisel who created a wonderful world within his swirling rhymes. My own early poems formed inner realms in verse and heavy-handed meter.
“In the field where flowers springMelt into a faery ringEndless dancing, carnal lustQuickly years turn to dustIndian warrior mesmerizedSucked into the faery liesGoblins attack, faery ring goneEating Injun to the dawnUniversal Daisy-chainTraced by a Wizards' caneFaeries enchant delightfullyThere is no place...I'd rather beAll creatures now disappearEnter Albino Antler DeerNothing left of conscious powersThe deer and I eat the flowers” (Pratt, 1985).
  • My poems matured as I experienced more of life. Less emphasis was placed on the rhyme and meter. My focus was strictly on conveying emotion. Going through a divorce at 20 years of age would have been impossible had I not expressed my anguish through poetry.
References
Ellis, J. (2006). Art and memory in the work of elizabeth bishop. (p. 115). Ashgate Publishing, Ltd. Retrieved from http://preview.alturl.com/xpivd
Pratt, S. P. (1985). Vast demented faery ring. Sean Pratt's Publications, Retrieved from http://www.seanpratt.info/poetry/vastdementedfaeryring.html
My Poems
  • Being Alive
  • Brant Rock
  • Castle Doom
  • Castle of Air
  • Clouds
  • Dance
  • Darkened Fears
  • Dreams May Rekindle
  • Excelsior
  • Has the World Gone Mad?
  • Home
  • I Am Very Much Alone
  • I Feel
  • Intercerebral Invocations
  • Life
  • Microcosmic Libido
  • Silence
  • To Sleep
  • Vast Demented Faery Ring
  • A Sister’s Soliloquy
  • A Tear
  • Alone