Posts tagged ‘Spoken Word Art’

April 18, 2018

eye forget

Individual on a library chair cross-legged, slanted posture, defined by my hue too. glued to this book of content unknown, under clouds too. hoping as you. not fearful of that, so they say. spread open again, flesh book, i grin. same name. no change. i don’t even remember me then. i wont begin to explain. this amnesiac has too much hunny, too little time, nothing to rhyme… vinegar for mind. we all do at times. as valued by how scarce it is; here is a free poem. no wonder im broke. on this chair seeing knowledge is the most valuable resource; cant sell those wares. bare. anyway. one day my eulogy or headstone will say: he was good at Twitter, people liked his stuff on Facebook. all prone. but not with that. it’s important. that media won elections and stole our souls. butt eye forget two.

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October 15, 2013

Confusion at Best (Around Town)

Confusion at Best,

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

I send out the same message to everyone I know,

To no effect,

To be similar to you,

So you won’t forget.

I do this just as long as we can grow.

 

It takes place probably somewhere between Coffman Union and Marcy Holmes.

 

This act is redundant proof,

Enough thought to write tomes.

 

And the stuff we are all made of,

Like a warm place where we actually write poems.

 

This is like biking from Northeast to the Turf Club.

-Counting the stars above.

 

Hell Bent as Heaven Sent, stare on bold reader.

These pages are wet with regret and eager.

How we are:  pressing the buttons, blackening the pages, and living life so meager.

 

This is in the Downtown High-rises and next to the St. Anthony Main Theatre features.

 

I bet you don’t even know of the Multi-Verse yet.

But there are so many artists, poets, and musicians, how could you forget?

September 6, 2013

Deutsch 1001; Early Morning Lesson

Education via Poetry (Early Morning Lesson),

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

Bright lights.

White Board.

 

Outside I stand with a cigarette blowing between hardly noticed and totally ignored.

 

Just words.

Eyes forward.

 

Earlier, fucking with coffee, toast, and what fruit I could afford.

Swatting flies on the side.

 

Stance in Preparation,

Not bored.

 

Learning.

 

Struggling to stay awake.

 

Trying for high scores;

Sort of,

More so,

Looking to get this information absorbed.

 

Existing like a sponge is my new sport.

 

***

 

While most of these kids don’t even show up to class.

 

Thank you.

Thank god.

Danke schön.

 

Always look for more.