Steemit School Poetry #2--Expression Denied
X died when she committed suicide at X time in the house of father Freud’s daughter Anna Freud who like father Freud deemed it necessary to keep one’s feelings bogged up inside and conform to society’s suffocating rules and embrace a great many garroting laws.
Yes, X died alone, after the war with a bottle of pill by her side in the house of Sigmund Freud’s daughter Anna Freud.
Sometime in 1960 something at the height of the civil rights cause MLK was Xed out in Memphis. A bullet on X part of his person we will call his heart caused a fall then a thud when after father and daughter Freud proclamations he made his counterclaim and proclaimed it unconscionable to conform to an unjust world built on caryatids of shame.
But before the thud LBJ asked of the man who opposed the war: “what more [pray tell] does the SOB want?”
Nam was bombed not far from Guam. And many a soldier went AWOL in the jungles of despair where they used refined opium to defy daughter and father Freud. What a paradox though, for Freud used the refined plant to stifle many a corporeal urge some people claim.
Oh, how many are condemned to stifle that which is primal urge?
While a natural switch in expression is a sign of change, the change in expression is an expression of doubt about the efficacy of the things we shouldn’t use to express ourselves.
Poets are merely purveyors of words that convey the hurt and loss and anguish of the times and in these times narrate of an era that’s in buffoonery deluged.
Buffoonery. Balkanized. Balkanized Buffoonery. The Balkanization of the the Buffoons.
Stories of buffoonish buffoons who collectively a Congress make to make laws to make us stifle our hearts to suicide.
And those whose fight can no longer be centered inside break forth to break asunder to eat brother’s flesh when that which is stifled pushes out.
Keep stable the bewildered herd Walt Lippman averred. Indeed, quipped Freud’s nephew, Eddie Bernaise who switched an archaic word with a toxic tone and dubbed it modern day PR in an era declared the century of self when man sated body to heart’s discontent. Bottle. Boxed. Bled, and to commerce, all things convert to satisfy this our gluttonous urge and herein free and love became a single word.
X died when she committed suicide when Freud told her to stifle her human urge.
Collective X now stares at his demise as he commits suicide in a world where moderation is whispered by just a few.
This poem is my submission to the: School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by @d-pend.
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I am an intermediate participant. I am more of a prose writer who loves to write poems and I am here to improve my skills by writing from my heart.
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This was one of my favorite poems of the day. I really enjoy your style in this poem. I like the word play, I like the prosity, and I especially like your use of alliteration which had a somewhat hypnotic effect. Also the way you will have a story was very creative and entertaining. I really enjoyed this.
Thanks so much. I really appreciate your feedback.