My style of writing is not normal thus rejected. I said I would no longer submit pieces for others approval  but it is just so fun to received rejection notices so I started submitting again. Here are the rejected for this past week:

The first is titled – Unwelcome. It was written to show today’s women’s march in Washington to show how women have to struggle. All women were welcome except those against abortion.

Unwelcome        

 

Wanting attraction, bound to molecule and atoms

Physical boundaries separate charged and uncharged

Fuck, Shit, Cunt, Bastard…

Repelled by words to accept

Birds, Joy, Paradise, Flowers…

 

Editorial appeal, rejected readers, no, never a real poem

Exposing hypocritical bias of mundane/extreme

Placing definition where definitions remain – defined

 

Poem of poetry transcends acceptance or rejection

It knows no bounds

No lines

It is reality of what lays in the heart of truth.

This next is titled – Memory of a Poem. It was written to show how a poem is truly similar to everyday life. It shows how editors use their own bias to pick what is and what is not poetry.

Memory of a Poem

 

It lived in creation, there sitting on the edge of the mind begging to come in

Caressed with formulation; idea filled; realty then.

 

Alive now, a word, a way; expression released

People and world see, feel, smell, live, with time.

 

Visible for everything and all

Emotions full of such range

Joy, anger, happiness, hate…

 

Then it is over, a new poem becomes alive

Old to move away.

 

Old guard

New guard

Poetry

Really never alive, never does it die…

 

Poetry represents the mood, the mind of the people

It is in them the fate of a world

Decides…

This next is one to show attacks, Mauled Minds

Mauled Minds

 

Animals walking, jogging, running, fleeing; engaged momentum

                         Physical daily moments pass…

 

Presidents sworn in, swearing begins as it finishes.

                        Kings. Queens. Dictators. Leaders.

                                           Chosen by moving.

 

Nothing static in this world, as it falls, as it leaps

         Giving names only gives reality reason

                          People try and hide

behind their own illusions.

 

                                                              Many spend life running in their minds.

                                                                                                                   Living to die,

                                                                                                                   Dying to live

                                              

 

                                                        Vicious track it spins.

The next pertains to a man Obama pardoned. A traitor who decided he was a she. A traitor is still a traitor. It is titled, Man Up.

Man Up

 

Simple times of cave, fire, waiting around to be devoured

Lost battles, spoils of war to the victor grew

Evolution of war, country, and castle.

 

Courting with bliss and destruction

Complications now with all parts

Communication, education, liberation, even war.

 

From past to forward

To where we are now

Man: Upside-down.