buffoons and men of talent who
belonged to the personal attendants of the prince.
for those who daily desire change are rebels and traitors,
and against such a stern justice may take its course.'
Soulsweeping and is read by my eyes into his lapis lazuli
Corpus dei elongated into dry pussy These translations, then, are
“hechizas” not “fabricated.” And are,
also, “enchantments.” Such being my “fuck you”
at the turnstile the ka-ching of worthwhile thought
Saul sat at the flowered wastebasket of the State:
“The rest respond with nods
and smiles, or else just maintain an impermeable expression of passivity" or,
shit leans crazily on the stems of garden greens,
Sealed packets of data, unzipped in the alley
where the blow job occurred, “c’mon, c’mon,” she says,
pumping furiously
indifference
Nothing budged him from his beliefs, despite all the disappointments and failures he continued prattling on about the role of the proletariat in the socialist revolution! Imprisonment, torture, he was always in and out—and
now where is he? Some say he’s in Prague, alone in his old age
of course it was asked, fruitlessly, from the lectern,
peering from underneath hand into the glare of the crowd,
if the yellow feathers had been gleaned from the bird cage
“hän ei tahdo ostaa pastramia
koska vaikuttaa kuulleen Yhdysvalloissa ulvovain
villihärkäin kaikuja puhutellessaan Walt Whitmania?”—to
approach it with reverence, affection, and make something new . ..
the cops are euphoric clubbing the children, pampers litter the side
walk. virtuous sun game knife fear death
oxygen taste. (too quick to register, halogen dear antler death.)
“Drop the rain
Evening yawned, from low clouds
Heavy tears are streaming still.
It is as if a child before sleep were rambling on
About his mother (a year ago he went to wake her, did not find her,
Then was told, for he kept on asking,
"After tomorrow, she'll come back again . . .
That she must come back again,”
Author notes
[Art by Wasima al-Agha, Iraq’s Fine Arts Gallery.]
ending Quote: ---Badr Shakir al-Sayyab (1926-1964)
“rain song”
In a list
A contest entry
- Le Jardin Fruitier by ea.
500 points, ended September 10, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow,
A lot of content that seemingly jumps around a bit, but I have to say, it kept my attention all the same. a very unique piece, and wish you all the best in the contest... Peace, Timothy aka poeticweaver~ -
I'm struck by this piece as you've noted I've been here over and over. Kinda prosey isn't it?
Sometimes I just don't know what to say other than comment in general terms.
Your work is mature, real poetry, like a sage or shaman or yoda. This piece is one of those that keeps creeping into my thoughts. It is like al-Sayyab came to you to help with this as I've seen Pound, Whitman and other Great One's do - help you bridge the time.
Using the benchmark I have in my own head, I estimate probably 5-10 Poets on this site that I have bumped into, you, for me, are one of the truest I know.
Lisa
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Unusual contest - fitting poem - like a rant in a way - skips from topic to topic, yet quite descriptive visuals throughout. Not sure what the title means, but thought you wrote an admirable entry. Good luck in the contest.
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rocket science mixed with blow jobs and hand jives and flirtatious songs and Solomon and Saul ...
and gosh, this is biblical in its sexiness
i think... I just feel like i've been pounded to the floor
golly Mistah.... how does the rain sound, when it sings??
like this, i think
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luv this one
how many clicks left?
flyin saucers look like turbans
c'mon c'mon
the red coats are cummings
testosterone
fire in the hole
whole feathered oxygen
cholesterol blonde white doved
hydrogen whore with a
pigeon hand grenade
bugged Boogieman
grind teeth
enough's never enough
Withgreed Boredman blue eyed
bird's way
to travel by
earth magnetic grid
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