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twofiftythree posted in the group National Poetry Month
editin out the madman
I catch him
at the tip of my tongue
right when he starts pushin thru
jam him back down
hand over my mouth
til the noise dies off
and what comes out
sounds like the me
they said could stay2 Comments -
Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Lighthouse Wife
I married a man of the sea.
Salt lives deep in his bones.
The horizon rests in his eyes
like something he once chased
and never fully left behind.They told me the war was over.
The uniform folded.
The medals sleeping in a drawer.
The world moving forward
as if violence were a season
that knew how to end.But…Read More
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Monochromatic
if you think about it…
they don’t have a lot of talent
there’s really only one color in their palette
and even that’s growing thin
so busy painting fences with their hatred
they’re not even trying to pretend
hyper-focused on us vs them(like there’s really any difference
blood…bones…organs…tissue…
all the…Read More-
It is strange how for some people their desire for easy, quick answer to complex problems fools them until reality sets in and they discover what their lack of understanding smacks them upside the head. I always found this pithy quote from MaoTse tung appropriate: “Nothing is hard in this world if you dare to scale the heights.” -Curt
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
When the Bird Returns to Remind Us We’re Still Human
On the 3rd,
we all see a bird coming back home
as if it had been waiting
for April’s foolishness to calm down
before daring to cross our skies again.It glides in with that effortless arrogance
only birds and very old truths possess,
cutting a clean line through the blu…Read More -
Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I know Burl, my name’s Furl, my lips curl, I’m your girl!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
This gross mask, your big ask, the gas flask, my head cask!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I hate this, I can’t hiss, I can’t kiss, I can’t piss!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
The gas stinks, my face pinks, one eye winks, my hair kinks!
It’s Cryi…Read More - Load More Posts
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Sometimes though, staying is not what is needed?? Sometimes…. wait, my madman is loose, damn. Is this why I never get invited to any parties!!?? Sorry TwoFiftyThree, next time I’ll make sure the madman is left at home. Enjoyed reading your poem!! -Curt