De(a)f Poetry (JOATMON)

This is not Deaf Poetry
Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play
They can not grab you, throw you against a wall, stare you right in your eyes and engulf you like passionate screams, uncontrollable rambles, and satisfied yet exhausted whispers
It is for those who see without seeing
But it is not for the blind
Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts
Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses
Not for emphasis, but for synthesis
Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...
It's stanza-ed it's scripted
It's random, it's rhythmic
It rhymes, it's written,
It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures

This is not Def Poetry
The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations
It's not at all just for audio
75 percent of language is inaudible
Its Pentecostal
So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do
No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis
You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V
My flow is water....colorless
A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it
This is not Deaf Poetry
This is not Def Poetry
But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY
Yea...this is definitely poetry

Jack of All Trades...Master of None
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TRPoetry

Poetry - Happiness...

Happiness… by The Ryan Phipps

Happiness…it evades me, it escapes me

Oddly enough I’m not racing in my chasing

I’m pacing. I’m not waiting.

Just feel no need for breaking

Just don’t have anything to make me

Happiness…it slows down, it spins around

Runs backwards, me it’s facing

Yet still I see no need for my speed to be increasing

It’s not leaving…it was never here

I don’t miss it because it was never near

If I wrote a letter, it’d never Dear.

It’s To Whom because I don’t know who

Since the womb this has been true

And till my tomb it’s what do

Because it does and its doing

Far from tardy, smiles are so truant

And to get to them, the miles are so affluent

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