Hey there
So I uuh do this thing called spoken word, or poetry, or whatever
And um, I’ve run into this problem that might not be a big deal to some
But really it should be addressed
There has been silence in the poetry realm for far too long
You see we as poets are special stewards of words
And we’ve left out a word that should cause us concern
We as poets are rhyme masters
Reality blasters
Word based mental imagery crafters
Marrying words like pastors
Match makers of words
eHarmony ain’t got nothing on me when I’m creating a lyrical symphony
My rhyme game’s absurd
But you see,
One word has been left alone, forgotten and lonely
Orange
Searching for his soul mate left with no one to hold him
Sure, he’s tried blind dates
Porridge, foreign, swordfish, chorus
Even got engaged to door-hinge
But nothing was quite right
And having a near perfect match may keep you warm-ish at night
But it’s not the same as blissful, true, rhyme that flows off your tongue like a sugar-plum soul mate love
Orange did not want to settle
Poets kept trying to mettle and set him up with words that only reminded him that he was truly alone
Forever alone
In each and every poem
Heart groanin
While poets keep dronin
On and on drowning him in his misery, lyrically
Leaving him to waste away crushing his positivity
Unrealistically, horrifically exercising stupidity linguistically
Treating orange like he has some inability to gain poetic tranquility
But orange is not alone, not truly, and not forever
There are others who have banded together
Prepared to fight originality oppressors
It wasn’t a soul mate but kindred souls
Left without perfect rhymes, but breaking free from the mold
Silver, month, purple, opus, dangerous, marathon
The list goes on and on and on
This band of misfit words found each other and ended their search
Maybe they didn’t need a perfect rhyme to be happy
Who says you need romance for your life to not be crappy?
Friendship helped equip them to face life’s hardships rather than give up and quit
We’re meant to do life together, even with those who are different
Love is not simple, it is not always romantic, and it doesn’t always rhyme
Sometimes it comes from the most unexpected places and blows our minds
Orange now had others with whom to share this life
This helped with the loneliness, difficulties and strife
Orange was not alone, especially not forever
Now he had friends and they would do life together
Orange’s tale is one that applies to more than just him
Many people feel alone, misunderstood, judged
And think life just looks grim
But better to stand out then be a clone in a crowd
It’s okay to make a statement, whether whispered or loud
We won’t always be understood but that’s okay
Feel free to smile, laugh, have fun and play
Being misunderstood is not the end of the world, do not dismay
And someday, maybe someone will love you for all the ways you and the crowd are not the same
If you’re feeling alone on this day
Take a moment, look around you- maybe you’ll see love in exciting, unexpected, new ways
Don’t forget to love yourself and enjoy your unfolding story
Having a perfect rhyme at this time may not be all it’s cracked up to be
Just ask orange, in his unique, citrusy, one of a kind glory