To Fetch My Tennis Racket For Wasps: Poetry Divinized

by John E. Wordslinger

Brutal Poetry Against Atheists & Reason Furthermore a Battle Cry For Angels Take Flight by John E. WordSlinger

46 pages, Paperback

First published February 26, 2017

About the author

My Internet Writing Life Motto is- Keep it Poetry and Poetry Shall Keep You:, Short Bio:Hazard... I have to take the road that Bruce Lee took towards the Martial Arts, as an Analogy here. Like Water; I take the Literature Arts of Poetry. In the beginning I used free verse, swift rhyming, lyrical, metal-rap-groove verse. With definition and aggression. Now I try different systems, in all genres, as always, And put them to my personal use, furthermore put to use what is useful when needed, and reject what I don't need at the time for a specific write. Using no specific way is the way, I am the way I write, but keeping in mind, the tools at hand. No limitations as the limitation. With all poetry styles ( trapping, and grabbing)- (Mind locks-Heart locks-Spiritual locks-) Honestly expressing ones self is difficult to do: The Poet, the creating individual is always more important than any style or system. Absorb what is useful, discard what is useless, And add to what is your own. I write my own interpretation of poetry. Concepts behind concepts. Dedicating to creating creative new-original thoughts, and poetry. Like I write with one hand, but if I could write with the other, at the same time, a different poem, that would be to break boundaries. As asking multi-tasking: Poetry styles separate poets. Style is a continuous growth. Poetry skills/tools are weapons and you have to use all of them, to incorporate all styles. (Move all parts of your poetry) Put everything into it, all energy. Rest then progress. A true poet is constantly growing, and when he or she are bound by a set of styles, or a way of doing things, that's when he, or she stops growing. To reach a reader you have to move to them, advance, and retreat- advance retreat, furthermore slide and step back, push, and push back, circle them ( put the reader on defense), and close them in, and hit them with the best closure. Poetry is like water, flexible, it has to go somewhere.