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14 May

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Writing a poem is like riding a bicycle

11 May

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On Writing Style

7 May

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On Posting Daily

30 Apr

Cynical Wordsmith

My mother once told me,
“…don’t write something
just to post.”
And I haven’t,
I promise.

My thoughts come in waves,
Planets’ worth of oceans.
My soul forge burns,
Smithing words into weapons.
My heart cries
While it laughs.
My hands tremble
As the muses take over.

I’ve opened the floodgates
And stoked the fire.
I seek out emotion
And my pen stays with me.

I write when I feel now,
Though these feelings have always been.
And I only choose to share,
When I wish. Until then,
These waves and weapons,
These tears and trepidation,
Shall be kept here,
In my back pocket.
I promise I’ll still let you peek,
Once in a while.

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Happy National Great Poetry Reading Day

28 Apr

Two good poems read by celebrities:

The Laughing Heart, by Charles Bukowski

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

 

 

The Long War by Laurie Lee

Less passionate the long war throws
its burning thorn about all men,
caught in one grief, we share one wound
and cry one dialect of pain.

We have forgot who fired the house,
whose easy mischief spilt first blood,
under one raging roof we lie
the fault no longer understood.

But as our twisted arms embrace
the desert where our cities stood,
death’s family likeness in each face
must show, at last, our brotherhood.

 

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Coping

23 Apr

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Happy National Haiku Poetry Day

17 Apr

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Change

16 Apr

Cynical Wordsmith

What does it take to change?
Is it force?
Or willpower?
Or a single, critical moment?

Was I looking for change
When my eyes found it?
Was I hoping for the best
When I compromised my integrity?
My needs are the same,
My heart still beats,
But there is something new
In this derelict soul.

A longing,
Subtle and unmistakable,
Quietly shouting my name,
Demanding the turn of the page.

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Old Friends

10 Apr

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The Noumenal Divide

4 Apr

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