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Re: 30:30 - Poem #1
« Reply #14 on: December 08, 2008, 01:41 AM »
thanks G. Sometimes, I need to hear/read stuff. :)

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Re: 30:30 - Poem #1
« Reply #15 on: December 08, 2008, 01:46 AM »
Oh, how exactly is that my fault. I simply introduced the idea...you're the one who shook hands with it.

I suppose I'll have to write one now too. Since Witt opened up the new room in the Haiku Hall. Yeah, yeah, go ahead and say it...me and my BIG mouth. G.
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Re: 30:30 - Poem #1
« Reply #16 on: December 08, 2008, 01:54 AM »
Haha I'm going to wait till you post yours to post mine. :D

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Re: 30:30 - Poem #1
« Reply #17 on: December 08, 2008, 02:07 AM »
I only discussed Sijo over cocktails while waiting for my appetizer. Can I help it if you call him up, give him your address, and he shows up and harasses you all day? No, I can't. Tell him you have to be up for work early in the morning...maybe he'll leave. G.  ;D
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Re: 30:30 - Poem #8
« Reply #18 on: December 08, 2008, 11:25 PM »
Searching koans of wisdom, losing myself in a stranger's words.
Obsession, infection, passion or inundated thought process?
Koans rebound, rejoice, do the tango in a mind seeking guy-dance.

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Sijo! I did it!
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Re: 30:30 - Poem #1
« Reply #19 on: December 08, 2008, 11:36 PM »
YAY!! You did it. I'm so proud.  ;D It's harder than it sounds...I did one last night too. Took me almost an hour per line to get the cadence right. I'm actually looking for more rules...perhaps there's a loophole that makes it easier?  Naw...I just want to see how much I can play with the form without mutilating it. G.
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Re: 30:30 - Poem #1
« Reply #20 on: December 08, 2008, 11:45 PM »
haha yes. I'm proud too. See what dealing with DCFS can do even to my brain? It makes us all uncomfortably elastic.

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30:30 - Poem #9
« Reply #21 on: December 09, 2008, 11:00 PM »
Grief is good for you

It shows you
what a heavy heart feels like –
what it is when the brightest
summer day feels blighted.
It makes you realize what it is
to have a heart as light
as a snowflake
swirling down on the wind.
It makes you appreciate love
in the hole where your heart used to be,
a Swiss cheese creature
that felt too much.
It makes you realize
you actually want
your heart right back
where it was,
with all the old bruises
and insecurities,
intermingled with rainbow dreams
and all the offshoots they spawned.

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Re: 30:30 - Poem #10
« Reply #22 on: December 10, 2008, 10:48 PM »
Dear Woman who set your Son on Fire,

Would I still want to know you
if you hadn’t hurt this child,
your child, his mother’s son?
Would there have been no barrier
of law and witness
between us
if I didn’t have to document
almost every word I speak to you?
Would it have been different
if you could stay
on my side of the line
instead of straying over
to where the ghouls live?

I wish you could have been here
to see his face light up
when Santa dropped by
yesterday, an early Christmas gift
for the child who will be taken away.
I don’t think he asked for you.
I don’t think he even thought about you
when he was awake.
He did wake up screaming though,
we couldn’t tell if it was pain
or fear. He couldn’t tell us either,
so we all
just sorta kinda held on
to each other.

I don’t think you understand poetry.
If you did,
we wouldn’t be having
this one-sided conversation.
Neither would you have tried
to exorcise a spirit
this young and old.
Nor would I have fallen so hard
for someone of the opposite sex,
a little baby boy who wont even remember
my name.

Regards,
Me.
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Re: 30:30 - Poem #11
« Reply #23 on: December 11, 2008, 11:02 PM »
I'm a yellow angel
walking through dark streets
lined with melting snow
like a river going off-course.
Soon, the sun will rise
sending ineffectual warmth
that won't seep into my bones.

It has been a cold night
and the streetlights aren't happy
about having to work
in the cold; they stutter
and stammer their light,
making me think I'm going blind.
They blow on their fingers
in whispers lost on the flickering wind.

A solitary leaf blows by,
and dog chases it, golden yellow
on the street. Joyful barks
echo back to me
this winter morning
of the solstice.
I smile as I trudge on,
shield and armor in place,
with a bottle of polish in my bag
and prepare to play hero again.
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Re: 30:30 - Poems #12 & 13
« Reply #24 on: December 14, 2008, 10:48 AM »
I've been having computer issues - I formatted my laptop yesterday. It died friday night, and though I wrote my poem, I couldn't post it. So here's one from friday and one from yesterday.

12.11.08

Bring me the sliced yellow flowers
and the petunias starved for kisses
because the winds have been
recalcitrant.

Reams and spools of silk,
harem pants in hot pink,
pencil heels on endless legs.
Welcome to my fantasies,
step in to my boudoir.

Weave me a web
and trap me in my need
half a pout away
from the kaleidoscope
of completion.



12.12.08: Analyze this

In the pallid voice of a newsreader:

The streets are treacherous
and it continues to snow
in some parts of the city.


Budget cuts have crippled efforts
to melt the slippery ice on the roads
but, there is a silver lining –
families and couples have reportedly
found themselves getting closer.
This may just be because
they are finding themselves
crowded into smaller spaces,
but nevertheless, a good sign.

People are being fired from their jobs
all over the place,
and someone tried to buy a job,
albeit a public one.
The customer gets off
scot-free, but the seller,
not quite lucky.

There has been
an increase in the incidence
of domestic violence. This
may be secondary to
the mass shut down of gyms
ever since the
twenty-dollar-perfect-body-workout system
found a niche on TV.

It is being reported
that security guard jobs
have risen substantially
over the past couple of months.
It remains unclear
whether it is due to the increase
in the numbers of minor celebrities
or the fact that normalcy is
fast becoming somewhat rare.
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Re: 30:30 - Poem #1
« Reply #25 on: December 14, 2008, 11:09 AM »
Those are both wonderful pieces. I think Analyze This has to be my favorite of the two. That last stanza made me laugh. Sorry to hear about your diseased laptop. Perhaps the reformatting procedure will hold it for a while longer...at least until you can get it to a 'doctor.' G.
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Re: 30:30 - Poem #14
« Reply #26 on: December 15, 2008, 12:23 AM »
G, mez not surprised you liked Analyze this. I like it too, I'll work on it some more after this month is out.

Here's one for today. It is 11:20 pm here for me!


Measurement

Metric scales twisting my mind
on a longitudinal axis –
metre to yard
kilo to pound
kilometre to mile
litre to oz. –
unit to unit,
each measuring the same thing.

How much does this baby weigh?
Seven pounds and thirteen ounces.
Where in Hell is the calculator? And
just what is the conversion? Damn.
Why can’t these forms follow the units
on the scale?


“follow the cues, follow the cues.
He was picking his nose
and looking around too much
when he was telling us
about the marijuana.
And he was sitting
way too close to you.
He is possibly ASP, ODD, NPD,
ADD, …”

Maybe we should try to stop
measuring in terms of abbreviations –
it would make people
easier to relate to.
even if there is a huge
difference in
our serum marijuana levels.


Do the units even matter?

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Re: 30:30 - Poem #15
« Reply #27 on: December 15, 2008, 05:45 PM »
listing to one side like a drunk[/u]

Fine lines are blurring before me,
tears streaming down my face
like words of wisdom the foolish repeat.

Nonets and haiku issue forth from a mind
obsessed with counting – bruises, fractures,
stitches, syllables.
Bruises, fractures, stitches, syllables.
Bruises, fractures,
stitches,
syllables.


It is not the transient kings that bleed;
the flowers are dying
and the greenhouse is broken.
Why restock the armories
when there will be no treasuries left?
Tales of hidden treasure
solicit hunters like a whore
with syphilis that can keep secrets.

Bring forth the sharpies and let me darken the boundaries
for myself – I have begun to turn selfish
and the words will not come to me. Let me turn
myself loose
and find a way to kill my heart –
it doth feel too much it ought not to.
Life isn't about waiting for the storms to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.