Category Archives: Social

Poems about family and society.

ODD that: Poem Opposing ODD Singularity

DisturbiMentali
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I think mental health labelling can probably be useful in some cases, but feel that they are also too common, and can be used against the individual.  One of these is ODD: Opposition Defiant Disorder.  I have not been diagnosed with it, but certainly relate to it, and can imagine it being a convenient label for those who have tried to psychologically suppress me.
While there are some cases where it probably has relevance, and some times when I might have been guilty of getting my opposition wrong, I can also see it being used to control people who have a just case, such as victims of those who use power sadistically.
For example, the demonstrators in dystopian societies could be said by those with power to be suffering from ODD.
Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem, and the last of the Control trilogy, defies convention and questions the oddity of ODD.  Enjoy the sun, or whatever you feel like doing!
Human and Society Chicken and Egg Dilemma Oddly Solved
do people give reason to hate
to feel it’s deserved and not
an all too common human trait
does ODD have an opposite?
better to feel you’re at fault
than think that humanity is not
usually as perfect as it ought.

Poem of Life Metaphors Death Valley Travel

14_through_the_desert
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Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem uses a Death Valley desert drive as a metaphor for a life being lived.
It follows The Futility of Life and Death as the second poem of three inspired by the film Control, a biopic about the singer Ian Curtis.
That had a tragic ending, but this poem tries to provide a positive one, and reminded the poet of Blondie’s 11.59 when he read it back.  The Debbie Harry story provides a positive ending to balance the Ian Curtis one, so enjoy the weekend!
Driving Through the Desert
Think I’m about half way through.
Doing alright but my gasket blew
a while back, and don’t think it’s
working like it did.  Map of the world
on my mind, but can’t see beyond
the horizon, and don’t like looking back.
Trying to stay on the road takes attention
that I don’t always have, which can cause
anxiety and apprehension.  Think I’ve got
enough gasoline for the
one-way journey through Death Valley
but not beyond return
or anywhere further.  Dead end destruction
was your destination, think it always was fated
that you’d drive your way in that direction.
Look ahead, just keep foot down driving
you’re alive for now, and that’s forever.
This moment is you.  Your time in life
beyond all else.  Drive, drive, you’re alive.
Cruise and speed when you like
there’s only deserted road in sight.

Poem Plays with Words and Pays World

Disparities Solution Center Anniversary Event
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Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem has a social conscience.  Although its message is not new, it tries for originality with its use of words and rhyming.
The top half of the poem has a double rhyming of ‘ity’ words on the top half, and the bottom half has a double rhyming of ‘ion’ words.
Does that make sense?  Please check it out for yourself:
Simplicate, Implicate, Complicate
Homo-sapiens became the height of clarity and hilarity
knowledge of sanity at backend of insanity
yet impoverished humanity can’t break parity from disparity
human is in the middle of inhumanity
media show images of construction coming before destruction
leaders use rigged elections or God’s intervention
justifying wars and excusing pollution is our evolution

Poem telling a story of youth to middle-age

3 Generations (in the Fog of Life)
Image by Gilderic via Flickr

Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem started off autobiographical but then he thought it worked better as a fictional piece.

And without further ado, here it is:

Middle-Age Memories

back in the day never fancied old age
it looked boring as beige
didn’t think future
couldn’t see juncture
no need to worry
plan responsibility
don’t have to behave
in an early grave

enter middle-age, rage caged

what now for I’m
fifty years and alive
remember rebel
how used to tell
self no compromise
maybe youth’d empathise
if he’d known my life
after the night he picked up the knife

Poem: God May be Out There, But Very Busy

Under the Bridge (30 seconds)
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Here’s a new Folding Mirror poem by Marc Latham that was first published in a weekend day trilogy on the Greenygrey blog.

The trilogy contained sixteen poems and thoughts written while Marc read and reviewed Norman Bissett’s new poetry collection, Painting the Bridge.

The poem particularly refers to those who try to win favours from god with acts of war.

 

 

For God’s Sake

If there is a

god

it gave  you

life

for love of

god

is that not enough

Words are Like…Poetry Tree…Koala (ity)

Phascolarctos cinereus Koala eating eucalyptus...
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Trouble with studying something is that people think the negative about it.  Study psychology and people think you want to read their minds; study politics and people think you want to be a politician; study zoology and people think you want to be a zoo…or an animal…you know how it is…

Anyway, this little poem by Marc Latham doesn’t mean that he is some kind of clear and calculating communicator, as most people who know him will testify.

It’s just a best policy poem, and in Marc’s experience is possible sometimes, when needed, for short periods, but life would be boring if you thought about everything you said or wrote before releasing it onto the world.

P.S.  Only realised after uploading the photo how greenygrey the koala and eucalyptus leaves image is.  Eerie!

Quality Words are like
Koala(ity) on a Eucalyptus Tree at Sunset

thoughts enter mind
think how they’ll be perceived
release them when sure

communicate and wait

watch for their reception
think how they’re being decoded
prepare for response

Poem About How Society and Individuals Label and Expect

Kurt Cobain and Andy Warhol
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Here’s a new Folding Mirror poem by Marc Latham hot off the Twenty-firstcenturypoets press. Thanks to Sarah James for inviting me to contribute to the site.

Marc Latham also has his Swan Serenade poem in the Everydaypoets anthology recently published.

This new Folding Mirror poem looks at how we often judge others but expect people not to do the same with ourselves.

We often expect people to see through our behaviour to the core, where there is goodness, and our best side.

But a lot of the time, for whatever reason, and this is totally a part of what makes us human, we also let our bad sides out: sometimes it’s just an urge to be wicked, as the drinks advert celebrates; or some kind of power/greed trip, or family and social histories or pressures.

Some people realise this and try to limit it, or make amends with hindsight, while others just think they have a right to negative actions that impact unfairly upon people, and continue to act that way all their lives without apology.

I Can See Through You, Why Don’t People Understand Me

I know everything about you
from what you present
clothes, words, demographics,

what identifies you
at the core
but nobody gets me

labelled, slurred, ignored,
my life decoded negative
Y am I always misunderstood