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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #585 on: April 29, 2017, 04:33:31 AM »
Tom I am stunned as all rational beings must be at such an outpouring of great poetry. Humbled as so often.

28
I heard a scream
A pillow of smoke
The second arrow bore
Deeper into the heart
Of assumptions we carried
Time suspended on melting girders
As we bated breath
In the a vacuum of
help
Less
Ness
Now I have the box set
Of images, angles, and replays
The commentator waxes,
Over how civilization wanes.

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #586 on: April 29, 2017, 04:34:45 AM »
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Intricacies of humour
What your body fluids say about you
Is that you are a stream in full flow
An evening sky bathed in glow
Or in November a coldness that seeps
Through the bones: you struck a pose
Once hardened as winter’s frozen ground
But then summer’s warm blood comes round
And you uncage a lion to roam hot climes
These seasons have no order, no rhyme,
or Reason

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #587 on: April 29, 2017, 04:36:41 AM »
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Sometimes
I catch you play spit
from your rooftop
On the miseries of life or the fools
Can’t reach your lofty ideals.

Stand on the edge of a visual abyss
Into which a girl runs, watch her awkward
Strides from the inferno, catch the flaming
 Halo frame her 

My girl knows the world well
She puts on her brightest smile
Without conceit or longing
I watch her from afar
Stride fearless into the dark.


Done!! phew!

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #588 on: April 29, 2017, 04:54:53 AM »


My turn for a list piece. This is a list of titles I dashed off years ago to be written as blogs for my writing website, The Scribe. I guess it's a giveaway of my experiences and interests, including my early academic background in Industrial Psychology. (Nowadays, that means fetching a bigger hammer.) I did write a few before losing interest and then my PC self-terminated, and all I have left is this old printout of titles. I think a couple of the writing-related articles survive somewhere here on MWC. I'm still keeping the domain registered but to no point, it seems...



Why America is Doomed
10 Ways to Make a List
The Scribe on Humorous Writing
The Role of Cosmetics in Unplanned Pregnancies
Why Greed is the Curse of Mankind
The Scribe on Writing Discipline
How to Make Plants
A Rare Poem
How Old is Mankind
The Scribe on Writers
The Scribe on Publishing
The Wife of Scribe on how to throw a Good Party
Building in Stone: A Mason's Journey
Define Time in 60 Seconds
A Butterfly Farted in the Stock Market one Day
Adopt the Persona your Dog Worships
Facts & Fictions about Families
How to Deal with Pushy Salespeople
Oil: Petroleum, Plastics, Pollution and War
The Mind, Body and God Connection
Observations from Beyond the Frequency
Ergonomic Considerations in an ad hoc Work Environment
How to ignore Social Conventions
Simple Flower Arrangements
Ghosts in our Machines
Mistakes and Problems are Good for You
Save the Save the Rhino groups
Forgiveness Detoxifies the Soul
A Singular Life in General
How to Build a French Drain
The Oddities of the Mind
How to lay Brick Paving
2049AD
The Scribe on Handwritten Letters
The effects of Computer Gaming on Human Physiology
Did all the Wars remove the Best DNA
The Incredible Synchronicity of our Biosphere
The Internet: One big EMP away from One Zero
The Scribe on Energy Healing
The Scribe on Reading
Teachers and Storytellers
Love is Sex is Fucking
The Mysteries of Water
How to Win a Bar Fight
Music: Culture or Commerce
Is it Good to be Honest
How to Build an Earth Dam
The Scribe on Friendship
Birthday Greetings from the Afterlife
The Scribe on Social Networking Media
Lust and Money
The USS Google is a Nuclear Submarine in a Sea of Plankton
The Utility of Mild Psychosis in the Work Place
Reptiles with Tits
The Scribe on writing Jingles
Alcohol and other Drugs
The Scribe on Journalism
The Joy of Violence
Planet Earth's forthcoming Polarity Shift
Balancing Actualization and Reward in Worker Motivation
The Waste of Charity
The Wife of Scribe on How To make a Fat Brunch


    

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #589 on: April 29, 2017, 09:19:49 AM »
This one is bugging me. I have two versions but went with the original because the second is even more 'telly' than this one. Ugh! My poetry feels like shite.

The Difference Between You and the Dung Beetle

After a mindless fling of your signature brand of BS
Are desultory results considered mere formalities of your habitual, flippant lies?
Sickening, you feign innocence
Choose an innocent target
I imagine you dropkick kittens

Ah! But this time was different
Motivated by vengeance
Set the stage
Did you calculate the immense scope of your misdeed?
Unsuspecting marionettes dangled and hanged
In your tangled illusion

Implications skillfully alluded in casual conversation
With your chosen emissary                   
The audience invariably engrossed while lines
Delivered by an inculpable, esteemed player
Clobber their conscience then float in the rafters
Impossible to retract

Blithe indifference for the casualties
Our families polarized to satisfy your perverse jealousy 
Harmony shattered, giant shards ensure deep cuts
In the carnage of my reputation
and assaulted integrity

Deb G. 2017/04/28
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

Blondesplosion! ~Deb

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #590 on: April 29, 2017, 09:44:27 AM »
Hi DGS,
Caps starting every line  :o
Interesting read, I'm not bothered by the telling; the lack of specifics is an issue though...that's all this needs.
I get the feeling there are a few poems here, you're trying to squash too much into it.
Anywho, what's here is well written, I enjoyed reading it, especially the last S.
Your poetry most definitely is NOT shite!
Well done.
Regards
To live, with gentle but cunning deceit, and accept the consequences, is the destiny of every man.

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #591 on: April 29, 2017, 11:53:19 AM »
Hi DGS,
Caps starting every line  :o
Interesting read, I'm not bothered by the telling; the lack of specifics is an issue though...that's all this needs.
I get the feeling there are a few poems here, you're trying to squash too much into it.
Anywho, what's here is well written, I enjoyed reading it, especially the last S.
Your poetry most definitely is NOT shite!
Well done.
Regards
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Thank you, Drab. The caps are a result of my Office Word programming and I forgot to change them.
You are right. This could be several poems.

Here are the gory details and missing information that I kept adding on, switching around, and confusing myself with so it didn't seem to work.  I apologize for the vulgarity but she was a horrible person and those words, as raw and unladylike as they are, seem to fit.

The Difference Between You and the Dung Beetle

Fate preempted, had to miss the first day of my new job.
Devastated, we buried Granny, for years, my substitute mom.
Death's first blow in close proximity. I could hardly breathe.
Convincingly sweet, you lied,
"That's okay, not a problem. My mom died too. I understand.
You'll need time. Can you come to work the day after the funeral?"

My new, compassionate supervisor and former co-worker,
we were a long way from our first job,
car hopping at Duke's A&W before you married him.
The girls warned me, way back when, but you seemed okay.
Besides, I don't listen to mean girl gossip.

I bought your act, suspected nothing, trusted, confided in you.
Like caterpillar frass you threw me off your scent while
bullshit spewed from your mouth
and you collected crap from every orifice.
How was I to know, you were psycho?
 
The difference between you and the dung beetle?
The dung beetle rolls shit for posterity,
your fecal engagement varies.
Random entertainment or a target in your site?
After a mindless fling of your signature brand of BS
are desultory results considered mere formalities of your habitual, flippant lies?
Sickening, you feign innocence.
I imagine you dropkick kittens.

Ah! But this time was different.
Motivated by vengeance
you set the stage.
Did you calculate the immense scope of your misdeed?
Unsuspecting marionettes’ dangled and hanged
in your tangled illusions.

Implications skillfully alluded in casual conversation
with your chosen emissary, our upper management.
As a close friend of my soon to be father-in-law,                    
her audience will be invariably engrossed while lines
delivered by  such an inculpable, esteemed player,
clobber their conscience then float in the rafters.
Retraction impossible.


Blithe indifference for the casualties at one fell swoop.
Harmony shattered, giant shards ensure deep cuts
in the carnage of my reputation
and assaulted integrity,
fragments scattered beyond the grasp of your intent.

Two waitresses, two cops, one separated from you- your ex.
Supplicated, impulsive Vegas road trip, just friends,
I'm promised like gender bunking.
I should have known.
My friend and your ex in the guy’s hotel room.
Wonder if he slept on the floor like the other cop
while she slept in the bed, like me?
Imagine that . . . doubtful and guilty by association.

My family polarized to satisfy your perverse jealousy  
about a trip that happened five years back
because someone had to pay for their indiscretion.
Does it please you that my in-laws think I tell lies about them?
Did it make you feel better?
Sure, your brand of sabotage cost me a job
your two faced evaluations, a slap in mine
but your childish petulance made you unbearable to work with anyway.


My marriage survived the turmoil
of your wicked interference.
Does it irk you?
I heard they finally caught you taking your son's Ritalin
and lying about people in evaluations.
Thank you for showing me what a lowlife really is.
I’d rather work with the dung beetle.

Deb G. 2017/04/28


« Last Edit: April 29, 2017, 11:59:43 AM by DGSquared »
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

Blondesplosion! ~Deb

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #592 on: April 29, 2017, 12:30:58 PM »
Blonded

There once was a blonde by the river
where she wrote and fought off a piss-shiver
it wasn’t too bright
to stay up all night
for the poems that she had to deliver.
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

Blondesplosion! ~Deb

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #593 on: April 29, 2017, 04:50:54 PM »
Blonded

There once was a blonde by the river
where she wrote and fought off a piss-shiver
it wasn’t too bright
to stay up all night
for the poems that she had to deliver.


 ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #594 on: April 29, 2017, 04:57:24 PM »
Awesome poems since I left ! You all are terrific! Here's my contribution for today.

Scars

My shell is cracked and my skin is raw,
my inside's out
look at me now.

I've been eating my tears too long,
my teeth have melted in salt
and my mouth is empty.

Give me a place for my pains
to heal
not tear again.

Give me a chance
to hatch
once more.

It is a good day to believe
time is a wide cloth
full of holes.

Hold tight.
Hold tight.
Hold tight.

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #595 on: April 29, 2017, 05:06:17 PM »
Deb

you did such a thorough review of the tread, you should be named Napo Gold Reader  :)

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #596 on: April 29, 2017, 05:34:12 PM »



It is a good day to believe
time is a wide cloth
full of holes.


Superb phrase.

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #597 on: April 29, 2017, 10:05:30 PM »
The Diary of Clive Wearing

‘Live


http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2007/09/24/the-abyss




This one has a very nice intense resounding quality to it.
REW

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #598 on: April 29, 2017, 10:06:10 PM »
#32
What can you do in 55 minutes?

Run 10 miles (ok, 30 years ago)
Mow the lawn
Wash a car
Walk to work
Bake two batches of scones
Help children with homework
Drink one beer on Wednesday, three on Saturday
Endure Sunday service
Write a poem
Have bloods taken
Listen to Dark side of the moon (with 12 minutes to spare)
Recite the Our Father 60 times
Do 5 minute abs 11 times
Have a 'quick' phone conversation with my mother
Create a fast sketch
Walk the dog or wife
Play with the cat or wife
A scuba dive
Donate a pint of blood
Write a long overdue email to an old (and distant) friend
Hoover the house (carpets!)
Take the cat/dog to the vet
Taxi to the airport

What would you do if you only had 55 minutes left?











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To live, with gentle but cunning deceit, and accept the consequences, is the destiny of every man.

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Re: National Poetry Month Celebration [juvenile & adult language/themes]
« Reply #599 on: April 29, 2017, 10:11:18 PM »

What I Can’t Say

Where things vibrate
without words.


 


This is very nice Tom10.  The ending is masterful.
REW