Your Golden Dream

A poem who’s form follows that of the Golden Ratio, Phi (for the first 20 digits). This is another experimental poem with the form.


dreams
are not meant to be made –
dreams
distract from sad realities.

you love [blank] –
[blank] =
happiness for you. become obsessed
with [blank] – strive for it with passion.
passion launches dreams into the
reality you always
wanted – but that
passion suffocated when you took
that factory job to survive –
where you could be replaced by machines
in a heartbeat.
that’s the opportunity to
employ yourself
to your obsession – so that you
can live.

TBT: Water Fowl

Why do you stay
common water fowl?
In the freezing, dry air
where ice abounds and
the river runs cold.

Do you not want to join
your kin? They are down South
on warm, sunny beaches.
There’s life where
the grass isn’t brown thin,
so why not surround yourself
in revelry, merriment,
and gorgeous women
rather than being alone.

Why do you stay
common water fowl?
In the freezing, dry air
where ice abounds and
the river runs cold.

Come! Join us!
There’s plenty to go around
to keep you entertained.
We’ve got live music and games,
volleyball, frisbee, you name it,
or you can bask in the sun and
warm up after travelling
through ice and snow,
relax with a cold one or a spliff,
or take a swim in warm waters
for a change.

We ask you:
why do you stay
common water fowl?
In the freezing, dry air
where ice abounds and
the river runs cold.

You like to be alone,
we understand, but
we don’t want you to be lonely.
Guaranteed you’ll find a hookup,
doesn’t matter how you swing it;
we’re all the same species, right?
We’re all birds.
Besides, it’s more fun if
you get a flock together.
Maybe your future lover is here;
you won’t know ‘til you come!

So,
why do you stay
common water fowl?
In the freezing, dry air
where ice abounds and
the river runs cold.

Fine. Don’t come.
You’re only missing out on
drinks that can get you plastered,
the finest dope that’ll get you seein’ colors,
and all the babes you want!
No wonder you don’t have friends,
you’re stuck in that frozen wasteland of
prudes and religious types.

Let’s not invite him ever again.

Why the hell do you stay
common water fowl?
In the freezing, dry air
where ice abounds and
the river runs cold.

“I like it up here.”


I wrote this for a freelancing request on fiverr.com for my poetry gig. The buyer wanted me to write an original poem on any topic in the standard verse/chorus format because he likes writing songs based on poetry; this structure would make it easier for him.

This was written a month ago, when I had time to really try the whole freelance writing thing.