Friday, December 21, 2012

November 27, 2012, O, Luxury By Guy W. Nong Chimps



O, what a luxury it be
how exquisite, what perfect bliss
so ordinary and yet chic
to pee to piss to take a leak.
.
To feel your bladder just go free
and open like the Mighty Miss
and all your cares go down the creek
to pee to piss to take a leak.
.
For gentlemen of great physique
who can hold water for one week
for ladies who one-quarter cup
of tea can fill completely up
for folks in urinalysis
for Viennese and Greek and Swiss
for little kids just learning this
for everyone it's pretty awesome
to urinate.
.
Women are quite circurnspect
but men can piss with great effect
with terrible hydraulic force
can make a stream or change its course
can put out fires or sigrettes
and sometimes
laying down out bets
late at night outside, the bars
we like to aim up at the stars.
.
Yet for men it's much more grand
women sit or squat
we stand
and hold the fellow in our hand
and proudly watch the yellow arc
on stones and posts for rival men
to smell and not come back again.!


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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Didymus Hupp

If God is all and in all, as I opine,
Then God is also in quinine,
Also in whiskey and in wine,
In flesh of steers and flesh of swine;
Sometimes evil, sometimes benign;
Honey and milk and iodine.
Whatever you do or drink or design
You get too much of him in fine;
For a man is only a branch of the vine,
I did and here at last refine!

Friday, November 30, 2012

November 28, Emily Dickinson on Snow

To fight aloud, is very brave-
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The cavalry of woe-
.
who win, and nations do not see-
who fall-and none observe-
whose dying eyes, no country
regards with patriot love-
.
We trust, in plumed procession
for such, the Angels go-
Rank after Rank, with even feet-
And Uniforms of Snow.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Fate

The peach and orange
could be considered
to tarnish after ripen,
rotten spots give
some dust on
touching area...
That does not mean
their quality is
questionable as fruit,
It is this that
still offers catching eyes
pluck them while
fresh and young,
pick those in season
and forgive the bruise
on their surface.
you choose
your fate,
avoid any
obvious defeat
....

Friday, November 16, 2012

In the Flight of the Blue Heron By Anita Endrezze Probst




we held the moon between us,
we carried the sun on our backs,
and tied the reeds into boats.
We burned the cities and left them behind,
In the plight of the blue heron,
we moved forward without you
and Tamoanchan starved
like a baby.

OMEA...
NCHO....

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Saturday, November 10, 2012

Untitled

I do all types of poetic dances
in my living room,
Pedaling rhythmic steps to the music,
Peeking at the attentive stars,
I assume: you shall be aware of my moondrift.
The heartbeats of my wishes
drums a song upon the eye balls
of your creative mind,
A butterfly rises from your hand
with wings that fancy the room.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Superstorm Shows Blue and Bitter




The Super storm's color is blue and bitter,
It covers the active land as a disaster.
.
Women are comfort to move on to November,
The losses and wound are tearful to remember.
.
Courage is made of wisdom and wonder,
The aftermath of violent weather to labor under.
.
Cypress bush is crow dark,
Men are goat-teeth in your heart.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Loneliness By Elaine J. Mark




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Raindrops pour from the sky,
Like salty teardrops spilling,
Each a crystal prism
reflecting love's delight,
night enshrouds my longing,
Daybreak soothes the pain,
Sunlight takes my teardrops
to mingle with the morning dew,
And gone are the lovers' visions,
Far as the loved one's hand.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

ODE to Poetry Community JP @ Olive Garden (Haiku and Poetry)


Gooseberry


Dine on fine poetry,
JP @ Olive Garden,
Eat, Drink, and Go Home.
.
Five-Inch-Foot-Long choice,
Subway sandwich, delicious,
To go is easier.
.
Pepperoni, meat,
Tomato, olive, and ranch,
simple, green hot lunch.
.
Fruits, drinks, and gravy,
Salad plus chicken tenders,
What yummy quick fix!

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Sunday, October 14, 2012

Adversity (Nan) and Oxygen (Yang)




 Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom


 As I travel cross the bay,
I feel sick of something I see,
I begin to know why God is needed
while many people consider themselves well educated,
There are occurrences fundamentally wrong,
They exist because subjectivity dominates some all along.
.
Ones with bills paid, homes bought,
may not feel fully content to what's been sought,
No absolute gains among a group of jeers,
and joy comes after painful tears.
Stay hopeful when life unfolds,
dramatic disasters, the way T-storm goes.
.
To panic instead of inspire,
is way too high to transpire,
Last time's loss may turn into next time's success,
The chances are up for our own access,
In crests of waves, in vast sea,
We surf against the tide to see what we can see.



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Saturday, October 6, 2012

The His-Tory By Cecilia Cunningham



Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)



Perhaps not militant, but true
to their convictions of duty...
Acceptable to the valiant
Americans,
who extend their knowledge
beyond a sea of narrowness.
#
Perhaps not big-mouthed, but with
Tongues seasoned with salt...
Practicing Christmas virtues,
Long before it was fashionable.
#
Perhaps not boastful, but never
in quest of sympathy,
When solving hate problems,
Against encroachments on all people,
Yet always maintaining temperance.
#
Perhaps not what you want, but what
you need...
Equity that has exalted a nation,
Gaining for the people justice and peace.

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Monday, October 1, 2012

We Hear The Ocean (On Dreams and Innocence)




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Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams





We hear the ocean,
Ancient water and woods give asylum, comfort
to all errors and every abortion.
Toads char from shadowy sort
of trees and swamps location.
Sand fleas scissor our feet,
Headlights of cars shine down like stars,
The waves only speak at present tense,
nothing aging, nothing remaining,
Atlantic ocean, sand, seashells...
Sentiments all drown in the ocean!
Prayers for those who are begging for love
Due to bad sickness and good luck…