Gord
2020-03-18 06:51 am
I spread fear across nations, Flear a cross paper, Peer no long favour, No wrong feeling, No wrong caper. I bend wills like cancer, Spread near and patience, Science clairvoyant, Poles of the earth moving.
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Gord
2020-03-12 06:39 am
Wishing to find the guardrails of life, Leaning against as he sleeps too tightly, Dreams too deeply, too often: Nightly. Gut or balls, what does it take to fight? Is it twice as woke to never, and lie, Guarded and cross, who takes your rights? How about the lefts? Right.
Lynn
2020-03-10 01:22 pm
if you round up, i am a lesbian. if you round down, i am still a lesbian, just a little less. do you know if love has a definition, an concrete interpretation? how do i explain the terror in my chest when i look in your face? i do not know what it feels like to love and be loved. unconditionally, that is. i imagine that not all kisses go well. would you like to test that hypothesis? of course i am honest with you. what other choice do i have? this is more sincere than poetry. anything could be more sincere than poetry.
Lynn
2020-03-10 01:15 pm
is a cardboard fortune cookie more reliable than the red lace of fate? which is more powerful, the man or the legend that precedes him? (or is it succeeds?) who are we to assign arbitrary hierarchies to the world? (putting ourselves on the crown) our sanctimony has carried us, and it will bury us. we do not need to be the best: simply good and kind
Lynn
2020-03-10 01:12 pm
my mother's trauma trailed behind me out of the womb, feet first. her grief sticks to new skin like glitter. death would be more glamorous than this. how do i tell the woman who gave me life that i don’t want it no more?
Lynn
2020-03-10 12:49 pm
Concept: I am a shooting star, crumbling and burning and falling and falling and falling Don't go back to sleep. Insomnia: faded lipstick, new blues, and morning sea glass. Don't go back to sleep. The summer heat has faded into fall. An autumn picnic in the park— I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean towards the opposite. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.
Gord
2020-03-01 11:56 am
Do oranges have soul? Does it make the juice taste more? When I eat them, do they know? Sparkling orange meat oceans Hope to hold Could I, myself, become a bowl? Alas, to be Mimosa Mix Can Oranges feel regrets and woes? Drink my blood straight from my chest Pop a bottle Drink some more My heart's behest
Kody
2020-02-20 06:33 am
Plastic bags to carry Milk in plastic jugs Plastic bags of cherries Plastic plates with plastic cups Milk in plastic jugs From a plastic bin Plastic plates with plastic cups No plastic bags to put them in From a plastic bin Groceries with no papoose No plastic bags to put them in Markets say it's bad to use Groceries with no papoose So we can heal the prairies Markets say it's bad to us Plastic bags to carry
Kody
2020-02-19 09:42 am
Bin thinking all night Which goes outside Bin worried of bin left out Too much trash inside my house Do neighbors above jest? When no one bin in flight Do the angels laugh at our distress? Despite a sky with all yards in sight In desserts I have bin Now I know which truck rolls in Now my neighbors learn from me My bin is full of trash and now Peace
Gord
2020-02-13 04:33 am
Who was I to write down? Key turns loud, however, The key turns around. Free me of my bounds, I can free you of yours, My art, part astounding, Mostly aster pounding, Hoping for brighter pink. Who am I to press down? Pestle grinds slow, A Mind grinds slower, Eventual beach polluted, The key turns around, It says: "Free me of these clownfish, acting clownish and catfish. Art is only partly a mish, Mostly is unequalled feeling." His art, part niche, Part for seating, Parts for kings, rich, Parts for heathens. Parts to reason other parts, Written partly to see them.
Gord
2020-02-12 07:31 am
However you write your novel, Heroes with their giants toppled, Macabre, of work with shovels, Endeavors for Turk or Zionism. Write of your heart problems, Can they be solved, by starch and auburn? Your not in danger, Neither is your offspring.
Gord
2020-02-04 02:02 pm
What can be said of a murderer? That he murdered? Who says? Is he a murderer himself? What can be said of a mayor, That he favours? Who says, Probably the favoured themselves. So what can be said? Of purchases and retreats, Of those who sit in seats, Simply judging those without. What can be said, Is it they are not discrete, Prejudice lacking feeling. So forge me a document, Implore me to destroy it. For it contains denouement, If destiny is to employ it, It will be my dog to walk.
Gord
2020-01-31 06:42 am
You decide policy valid, I speak my minds eye, Ballad, Badland or Ballet. Poet's poet, is the port a port? Is a court a'court? A beer is a beer everywhere in the world, The port stays the same side of the boat, Afloat a float, Giants snort and stay the same size, Slay the same flies, Lame in their reprise, And their coats too short.
Gord
2020-01-30 08:02 am
A trial by nonsense, to no ends, Sweet Rolland, give me your hand, Give me your head, On my shoulders rests another mans.
Poetry Terms
2020-01-27 07:36 pm
Honey Bunny, oh honey bunny, you are sweet as honey. You make my toes curl with your kisses. You make my heart melt each time you look at me. My, oh my, how did I ever get so lucky?
Poetry Terms
2020-01-27 07:32 pm
Before you my heart was empty. When you came into my life, my heart became full with your smile, your life, your sense of humor. Man, you know how to make my knees tremor. You are the reason my heart smiles.
Gord
2020-01-24 07:18 am
She says with her eyes: I am gone, Evil days begone though. Friday I am home, Peace be with you, they say some words; "Does a partridge purr? Does a catalogue write itself?" Words themselves can be like a cone, Until one meanders about the dwelling. Lonely girl, what do I know? Is not the world yours to sell? Would Lucky keep a sword or bow? Would she emblazon her chest, With Lions, giants, family crests, Sayings of young exuberance, No room for the later lessons. Spear and shield, All you need is God's help, Divine wealth, stature, Time and a long winter, Along those lines, I feel you'll get better. No sous vide or fried Kelp.
Gord
2020-01-14 04:33 am
Power, in the form of a word, Flowers in the form of the world, Cowards, in the form of the word, Towers of form, of the world, Yet so far from dirt, So says the eyes: If one wrote a novel, Bible or implied shorthand, It would be in favour, Such is the land.
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