Tag Archives: Backyard Poetry

DVD NIGHTMARE

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DVD NIGHTMARE

The other day
a woman was
trampled
by a crowd of
Christmas shoppers
at a Wal-Mart.

They were making
a mad
dash to buy
$29 DVD players.

Consumed
by
consumer lust
no one stopped to
help her.

So much for the
Christmas spirit.

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This was real life
entertainment.

When the crowd
cleared,
the woman was found
laying unconscious
on top of a DVD player.

A Wal-Mart spokesman
said he hoped
the trampled woman
would continue
to be a customer
after she recovered
from her injuries.

Maybe next time
she’ll lose her life
over a TV.

All in the name
of rabid consumerism.

File this under the horror section
in your local reality store.

Later it was discovered
the woman may have intended to
fake the whole thing as she done previously,
but this time things went horribly awry.

Sometimes justice does come to those who wait.

George Pappas
Copyright 2016


What’s Lost

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WHAT’S LOST

When I ponder
my petty thoughts
about
my
joys,
conceits,
earthly pleasures,
wild feelings
of being inside my skin
breathing in the ocean air
or the scent of a beautiful woman,
I begin to grasp what will be lost when I lose my life.

Just the simple freedom to breathe in life
in all its unpredictable forms.

The chance to muse about
my humanity,
my frailties,
my faults,
my frustrations,
and all my faulty notions about living.

Or to able to revel
in the fascination
of listening to my heart beat,
my body creak and breathe,
and my futile attempts
to capture my cascading thoughts in words.

That’s what makes
the Holocaust
and all the holocausts before and since
so difficult to fathom.

All those spirits and souls,
whose mortal coils
were so cruelly tossed aside,
robbed of the beauty,
of experiencing more life.

The real cost is too much to truly comprehend.
Numbers fail us.
A magnitude of destroyed dreams.

My spirit is numbed
by the barrage of atrocities daily.

What is ultimately lost is my sense of loss.

George Pappas

Copyright 2016

 


Twitter: An Intriguing Haven for Poets

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Twitter is an intriguing haven for poets.  The platform’s brevity of communication — being limited essentially to 140 characters — has helped foster the rise and popularity of micro-poetry.

Now, I have written poetry since I was in college and I have developed longer poems that you can read on this site and will eventually publish in collections.

I have recast some of my longer poems into Twitter poems, but I have also written poetry specifically for Twitter. I believe we are inventing a new form of poetry on Twitter that is bolstered by the social platform’s immediacy and shorter communication bursts that we call tweets. Some have tried to turn their Twitter poems into digital and print books — something that I may consider in the future — however, I think Twitter poetry is best experienced online rather than trying to repurpose it into past formats and styles. Additionally, the response that you receive to your work is timely and it is encouraging for a poet to have admirers (or even those that are not fans) share and comment on your work.

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You can find the work of Twitter poets of all backgrounds and styles from around the world by accessing numerous hashtags such as #poetry #poets #poet #micopoetry, etc.

The life of a poet and writer can be lonely and isolating where you many times doubt the value of your work. The overall enthusiastic support I have received to my poetry on Twitter over the years has been beyond inspiring.

You can find me on Twitter at @gpwriter where I share my tweet poems, thoughts about life and my novels as well.

Poetry, which is ignored by many as one of the least understood of our art forms, is finding a new and vibrant life on Twitter. You should check it out.

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