Freestyle, free of constraints, let yourself go,
does it make any sense, who’s to know?
Express yourself, let yourself be known.
Let others feast on the words that you have sown.
But there are those who choose a bizarre form,
something way outside the norm.
They call it Freestyle.
If you have some kind of style, or no style,
it doesn’t matter you can get real wild.
Some can get real crazy, maybe even act like a child.
It might mean something to you,
but for anyone else does the meaning come through?
Would there be any touch of reality,
would it ever mean a thing to me?
With seemly no rules and no real structure.
Trying to find meaning or sense of it is torture.
Random words in some random composition,
mere ravings with no relevant revelation.
To be complex, intellectual, and “deep”.
It moves me not, instead it puts me to sleep.
Freestyle, what does it mean to me?
It’s got to be so mindless and quite easy,
putting any words down in any way at all.
Just throwing words out, let’s see where they may fall.
Freestyle, the weirder the better,
the strangest is prophetic, the “smarter”?
Viewed and sometimes read by the Elite, the “Top”,
-the cream of the crop!
Exclusively they eliminate the rest,
they’re selections are only for the best.
The commoner might care their emotions to share,
the commoner might enjoy common words to hear.
But for the ones who controls the pens,
or at least where their word ends,
this realm is not accepting new friends.
No, no one is allowed in at all,
don’t call them, they’ll call you- not at all.
Don’t tell them your words, upon deaf ears they will fall.
Freestyle so much the rage they say,
it’s what’s hip and in vogue today.
Still, trying as hard as I could,
no matter how many I read I found not one that was any good.
I couldn’t understand one single one,
and I could only be left with one conclusion when I was done.
It appears that the real meaning of Freestyle,
is ultimately having “no rhyme or reason” and no style.
Some people have some gall,
but I don’t care, Freestyle poetry to me isn’t really poetry at all.
After a successful career as a Senior Designer working with international mining companies, William David is retired now and living in Tucson, Az. He likes spending time now devoted to his passion: writing poetry. William writes for his pleasure and for the pleasure of those who might read his poems.