Pacificity: A Wild Assortment of Poetic Odd Ramblings

By Van Allen

Let’s start with the premise that anyone, anybody can write poetry. There is a poet in every one of us. Surely some poets are more accomplished than others. Some are more recognized for their work more widely than others. That’s not to say poets who are recognizable are always better poets than others who may be less recognizable. Sometimes they are. Sometimes they are not.

Is there bad poetry? Sure. There has to be. Some poetry is average and some above and below depending on who the judge is. Some think Dr. Seuss is a poetic genius. Some don’t like Ralph Waldo Emerson and yet find Kendric Lamar stimulating.

Answer this question. Who is your favorite poet? I believe the best poets will say that they themselves are their favorite poet. Think about that. You toil and toll and spin and edit a piece of poetic work that very likely means more to you than it will to almost anyone else ever. It’s like kids. Your favorite kids are usually your own.
What I can tell you about poetry is this: If you like your poetry, if love your poetry, that is a beautiful thing. Certainly, there can exist a poetic piece of yours that you hate, that others love and vice versa. It happens. I believe the definition of poetry starts inside your own head and heart. Call yourself a poet. Write poetry that you like and some you don’t like. Get it out. Get it down. Turn the page and keep repeating this process.

Eventually you should arrive at a place where you can tell people that YOU are your favorite poet. I believe Maya Angelou is pretty spectacular, but she doesn’t move me quite the way Van Allen does. I am my biggest fan. I hope you are yours.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Van Allen
• Release date: Jan 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215270912

Van Allen

Van Allen Fiction by Screaming Weasel Productions is my latest work. I'm a former Captain in the US Marines who now writes thrillers and futuristic adventures, including stories with conspiracy theories, alien invasions, space wars, and of course the zombie apocalypse. In my 21-year military career, I developed expertise in both combat training early on and then criminal investigations later on. While in the Marines, I completed a Bachelor's degree in Psychology from Texas A&M University and a Masters in Psychology from The Chicago School of Professional Psychology. Originally from Houston, Texas and currently residing in Frisco, Texas, I fancy myself a secret physics, statistics, and data nerd. I'm also known today for being a part-time tennis strategy and coaching genius...by my kids...sometimes.

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Let’s start with the premise that anyone, anybody can write poetry. There is a poet in every one of us. Surely some poets are more accomplished than others. Some are more recognized for their work more widely than others. That’s not to say poets who are recognizable are always better poets than others who may be less recognizable. Sometimes they are. Sometimes they are not.

Is there bad poetry? Sure. There has to be. Some poetry is average and some above and below depending on who the judge is. Some think Dr. Seuss is a poetic genius. Some don’t like Ralph Waldo Emerson and yet find Kendric Lamar stimulating.

Answer this question. Who is your favorite poet? I believe the best poets will say that they themselves are their favorite poet. Think about that. You toil and toll and spin and edit a piece of poetic work that very likely means more to you than it will to almost anyone else ever. It’s like kids. Your favorite kids are usually your own.

What I can tell you about poetry is this: If you like your poetry, if love your poetry, that is a beautiful thing. Certainly, there can exist a poetic piece of yours that you hate, that others love and vice versa. It happens. I believe the definition of poetry starts inside your own head and heart. Call yourself a poet. Write poetry that you like and some you don’t like. Get it out. Get it down. Turn the page and keep repeating this process. Eventually you should arrive at a place where you can tell people that YOU are your favorite poet. I believe Maya Angelou is pretty spectacular, but she doesn’t move me quite the way Van Allen does. I am my biggest fan. I hope you are yours.

Who am I? I am my favorite poet. I am a writer. I write. I am my favorite writer. I write. I write what I like. I like what I write. …mostly.

I’ve published a few books about the zombie apocalypse, a few short stories, a couple of memoirs, and a wild assortment of odd ramblings on social media platforms which I deny writing, but mostly, yes I probably wrote them. I wrote a pretty good and scary book called BEAR. Thank you for your honest opinions. Thank you.

After years of writing and collecting my poetry usually on my device, I thought I would share. So, I offer to you here, the best collection of poetry you will ever read from me until I create a new collection.

As you read, I encourage you to also write, to share, to feel inspired to produce your own poetry. Read me here. This represents me. You will see patterns here, themes, consistent predictable movements in the ether. I won’t do the work for you and force feed you my patterns. The patterns are in there. You should feel free to explore what they are. You can detect them. If you don’t, read this book again. If you detect a pattern, read this book again to be sure you got it.

I hope this wild assortment of poetic odd ramblings moves you.

~Van

The risk with writing is that no one will read what you wrote or that everyone will read what you wrote or that someone won’t like what you wrote or that the wrong people will like what you wrote or that the wrong people will hate what you wrote or you are the only one who likes what you wrote or that what you wrote today will not be what you would write tomorrow and that possibly ultimately you may actually one day hate what you wrote. The rewards of writing are much less obvious.

~Van Allen

Table of Contents

Preface and Pacificity Inspiration

Auspicious Ideas

Ostentatious Facundity

Wild Assortment of Poetry

Poetic Odd Ramblings

Spooky Action at a Distance

Wine and Lasagna Pasta Party

Auspicious Ideas

Ostentatious Facundity

When the fecal matter impacts the rotating aerial oscillator, take cover.

Don’t you wanna see me

Don’t you wanna dance on my fingertips

Feel my lips

Kissing all over you

Don’t you wanna see me

Dreams exposed

Waking unopposed

Finding ourselves naked in the sheets

Passions inflamed

Barely ashamed

We smile

Heart rates elevated

Wonderfully syncopated

I didn’t know you had a tattoo

Crisis solved

Unabsolved

Let’s do that again soon

You gimmicky little, whiny little…

Who told you everything would go your way

Who told you that you would win every time

Who told you it was okay to blame people

Where did you get the idea that anything was owed to you

Where did you get the idea that hard work guaranteed success

Where did you learn to be so dramatically egotistical

Who ever told you that you would be popular

Who ever led you to believe that you would get everything you want

Who told you that you were infallible

Who told you that today was your day

Who told you that nothing bad would ever happen to you

Who told you the world was yours for the taking

Who told you that you could get away with anything

Who told you that you couldn’t lose

Who ever said that everybody would love you

Who told you to say anything do anything, no one was looking

Welcome to the real world where you will find out

Once you find out, we’ll all be watching to see what you do next

Watching…

With You, Always All Ways

Testing our secrets

In this moment together

A rainbow at night.

Countless breaths we take

Bridge over troubled waters

I am here with you.

Countless promises

How could it be otherwise

Let’s play in this rain.

I’ve spent a lot of time with myself. You’d think I know me.

The end of Spring

When the bluebonnets bloom

Ride with me and

Tell me you love me

We’ll help that turtle

Get across the road

Ride with me and

Tell me you love me

Who’s gonna chase you round when you need it?

Who’s gonna catch you and make you pay?

Who’s gonna tickle you until you pee?

Will any of this keep you sheltered from the raging storms

Is there in any of this a method to the madness

You’ll be needing someone who knows these waters

Peace in the mist

The way to the sanctuary

Hold on tight

Grab me right here and don’t let go

You’re sailing with The Captain

We are on the way now

Sit back and enjoy this

Something amazing is just over the horizon

Seems pointless to have eyes if I can’t see you

Seems pointless to have lips if I can’t kiss you

Seems pointless to have teeth if I can’t bite you

Seems pointless to have arms if I can’t hold you

Seems pointless to have time off I can’t spend it with you

Sweet kisses

Let me be the one

You’ve got something I need

I love it when we’re alone

I’ll wait

I know what I’m doing

Rewrite the rules

Excuse me while I go maximum effort on this

Possible improbable

Revolution evolution

Let’s use it for what it’s made for

Let’s drive it like we stole it

Like we rented it

I find you beautiful

I found you, Beautiful

I’ll never give up on us

I’m going to love you

Let me be the one

Sweet kisses

I won’t hold my breath, but it’s kind of hard to breath underwater and even harder in space.

I’m up late or early

Thinking about you

Keep your eyes open

This will be worth it

You are about to enjoy this

I wish I was you

You are like

The sweetest nectar of all

The purest sound

Like a sugar crystal with a thousand facets

Like a flame in the night

Like rain misting in sunlight

Like snowflakes on the edge of a wind

Like the sun behind the moon

Intense radiating,

Immense captivating,

God, I pray…

I can help you.

Who said that?

I did.

Show yourself.

Wait, don’t turn on the light.

Why?

You won’t like what you see.

Then what do you want?

It’s not what I want. It’s what you want.

I want to be left alone.

You probably don’t.

You may be right.

Maybe you want something else?

I’d like some raisins.

You have a spectacular, beautiful, charming smile.

Lead with that and everything else will go smoothly.

Just don’t be afraid to use more of what you got.

They’re all yours, that smile, those curves, that umm umm.

They ain’t making you no money if you don’t put ‘em in the game.

People are funny.

I smile.

I work on it.

I laugh.

I say positive things to myself.

I do not antagonize people.

I compliment people.

I am the hero of my story.

I focus on the good.

I avoid gossip.

I meditate.

I crack people up.

I don’t argue, fuss, or fight.

If in a time of need, you call me, then you called the right person.

I listen to positive things.

I exercise.

I get enough sleep.

You can walk around like that, but why would you?

I have positive hobbies.

I counter toxicity.

I am nice.

I am delightful.

I like me some me.

Remember how you were treated bad and don’t you repeat that on someone else – your kids/grandkids, coworkers, employees.