When you write a poem of any substance can you use any thing for fodder, examples?

Brilliant and marvelous and also wonderful.

Substance Writing

Sounds like something Taylor Swift would do if she wrote poetry instead of songs.

When the day is too bright

and the sun isn't right

and the world that's in sight

has the wrong kind of light

When the night feels all wrong

and the minutes are long

the stars have all gone

and you don't belong

See the spaces between

their words and it seems

too big to be a dream

but you don't know what it means

The flames flicker higher

as you fan the fire

with your deepest desire

you are what you inspire

You know you never realize

when you've gone insane

The world becomes another

game inside your brain

Reality dares

to strip your fears bare

so unwilling to share

the things that are not there

You get lost in a maze

where imagination plays

passing through the days

it always gets its way

In the heat of your mind

it's unexpected when you find

you're not so out of line

but time has fallen far behind

Space has no meaning

you don't know if you're dreaming

when your demons have you screaming

you'd better start believing

You know you never realize

when genius lies within

It's just one step away

from where insanity begins

Time comes and you realize

it's never what it seemed

When your eyes are finally open

you miss what's never been

See? So much fodder you don't have to stoop.

Given that everything inspires me, though often when I pen a piece, "substance" is judged, and then after the fact I wonder, was it all just fodder? Well expressed piece this was/is.

Should I have written about dirty socks

smelling like 3 day old fish

or start up wishes for broken clocks,

or my grannies intimates drying on the line

hug in some summer breeze tease,

or should I act more refined?

i imagine that is magnificent in case you toddlers do your own college paintings, yet because you requested so ideal i will make an exception: I knew a guy who burnt some stuff even as each and each and every of the international slept he walked by city invisibly his shaggy soul unkept he handed the thanks to heaven church untied some thou shalt nots and positioned no love therein the words in tittle nor in jot he discovered a wooded park the position colorations of the blind provided no longer something for the taking if no longer something he might want to discover he grew to develop into his empty wallet out searching in abundance what human admonitions lack love the sacred substance he crammed the air with all his soul then laid his self to sleep and dreamt a backyard paradise the position as you sow you acquire he woke to plant life fragrant honest to birds upon the wing to nights to come back to grants of alternative stuff and issues.

I wonder why a Fio Doesn't Flyo far away from here if things are so loathsome and beneath his self said attributes.Must be another site more worthyo.

I love the odious content of your ode...

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edit:-

Your ode reminded me of this famous poem.

"Fee-fi-fo-fum" is the first line of a historical quatrain,

famous for its use in the classic English fairy tale Jack and the Beanstalk.

The poem, as given in Joseph Jacobs's rendition, is as follows:

Fee-fi-fo-fum,

I smell the blood of a Englishman,

Be he live, or be he dead

I'll grind his bones to make my bread.

Though the rhyme is tetrametric, it follows no consistent metrical foot;

however, the respective verses correspond roughly to monosyllabic tetrameter,

dactylic tetrameter, trochaic tetrameter, and iambic tetrameter.

The poem has historically made use of assonant half rhyme.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fee-fi-fo-fum

@ You can change "Englishman" into something which will compliment your ode.

Ruffian's are on the loose!

Man I love when I see an unfamiliar name with that blue figure that means they are a contact and their style of writing is so SIGNATURE that I don't need to wonder who they are. Like this poem, it is fierce and dauntless.

You tell a good tale. Pirates with a mix of Frank. I liked the melody.

You write just like the Greek. He's no good either.

It makes me wonder how many stories are based on true events but don't say they are.