burying
is such a simple
action
view it from afar
and it’s the extraction
of dirt
lazy worms and
a sweaty man
paid 15 dollars an hour
it is normal
poetry
tiptoeing around
blisters and
the inner
screaming meat
ignoring
that puss-filled egg
or a ready pussy
it does not
grab
stab
or beat off in the dark
under a crucifix
and the little man
bleeding on it
it is a peanut
coiled in its little shell
small as a pill
but lacking the power
to pull
to punch
and spill anything
but its flaccid crust
and it does not let me say
what i want to say
the words dressed in knee high
stockings
always mocking with pigtails
saying don’t attack
don’t swing
don’t think of anything
that has soul or could
vibrate
like fingers
don’t you know
good girls
don’t play
like
that
and i grow
into a dark hole
spreading weed thighs
beaten by rainbows
and blaring sunshine
yet
i must have
i must be
more
my floor
is no longer
linear
its tangles
strangles
mothers
and their daughters
who were born without
a mouth
but must still suck
white liquid
to be a woman
and justify
the bleeding that comes
at the end of
each god-ordained month
don’t you know
this is the year of the
whore
who has butterflies
bursting out of her
ass
and her songs will
chew off
balls
and masticate
the larynx of
lesser men
while massacre
pours her
bald head
a holy red
dead?
not while this horse
from hell
roars
how much it likes to
blame you
spits
that she
hates you
and your little
girls
who worship
organ music and bakes
apple pies
but still must
take a shit on sundays
anyway
wednesday loves
me
unconditionally
tickles my yells
like christmas babies
and creams her panties
when i dance naked
nightly
because this is my
voice
even as it breaths
a requiem
to the sweaty man
lazy worms
&
the burying
of ordinary
underneath
clots of
low
dirt
Author notes
I hate conventional poetry. Especially the ones I write.
But no more. I urge all poets to be more than what they are, push themselves and find something else to write than just banal and bland bastard pieces.
NOTE: This could just be the PMS talking, lol, but I'm almost positive it's not.
A contest entry
- TELL ME ABOUT IT..... by xwarriorXprincessx.
550 points, ended August 4, 2008, 52 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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this is fucking amazing.
there are no words.
you deserved that gold.
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Thank you...I'm delighted you enjoyed and thank you for the congrats.
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my favorite so far.
i love that you gave conventional, traditional, standard a big FUCK YOU in this piece. i love that you have the nerve to discuss what many poets are just pussying-around about and alluding to because they are afraid of being heard.
i love that this breaks the barriers of everything i've read. i love that it's different. i love everything about it... maybe even you a little bit haha... i like that i didn't have to have some divine spiritual connection with it to feel as though it is wonderful, as it is.
you put it out there and said here the fuck it is. take it. or not. i am woman rawr. this makes me wanna bite my lip and raise an eyebrow... at the very least.
it made me think "this is so true" while allowing me a few chuckles at the same time. very well done. delicious.
keep it up, please!
best wishes! -
I didn't know what to expect when I clicked on the title which underneath it said 149 lines but it wasn't half as intimidating as it originally sounded. It is helped a lot with all its different snippets and how easy to read it is. I really liked and admired the way that this beautifully uncoventional and a real spillage of the soul. Your second stanza to me seemed really honest and a really great way of capturing the essense of so much poetry, it also had some wonderful images in it. I also loved the ending, a beautiful round of that continued the themes of the poem to come to what felt like a really strong but natural conclusion. Thank you for writing something so superbly unique that really seemed to capture a bit of you.
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I hear you and I will try and grow up to be like you but with my own voice
You teach us all that nothing is wrong in poetry and nothing is right, it is as it simply is...poetry. 
C
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I wish I could rate your comment a thousand stars. I truly appreciate your words and am humbled that you understand what I am trying to do. And never fear your own voice is not strong enough...it is. You write with your heart as well as mind and that is what poetry is all about.
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That's one of the nicest things anyone could say to me, coming from someone I admire as a poet means more to me than anything. C
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I enjoyed reading this; and even though I haven't read as much of your work as i should; this new form you're trying..well; i like it.I like the stark imagery very much. A wonderful read
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This could be edited down considerably. Its good, but it starts to seem like rambling. Actually it does more than seem, it turns into rambling.
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Funny...I found it to say exactly what I wanted it to say. I find the weakness of a poem is never its length but rather the content, and I feel that in that respect, the content is exactly what it should be. It is neither rambling or extensive...but just enough to express itself in the deepest manner possible.
However we are all given the freedom to express our opinions and I thank you for looking it over enough to give it an opinion, good or bad. I have much shorter ones and ones that probably could be termed nothing as 'rambling', however this is a new bent of mine and thought I'd just give it a whirl in a contest whose host I have never encountered. And that is why I thank you for your honest critique.
Please tell me if you'd like me to remove my piece in case this is not a piece you do not see placing. I see you have many entered and do not wish to take up any more space than necessary.
Again, thank you for your insights. -
reading it again, and looking at the comments, I must say that you over extended yourself. Sometimes, when trying out something new, its hard to tell when its finished. It was finished about half way through.
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amazing.,... DUH
don’t think of anything
that has soul or could
vibrate
like fingers
thats my fave part, i love reading your poetry it just fits and its so different.... good job as always
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yes
but far from simple
stunning poetry
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Thank you darling...your words are quite the tonic that breaths new life to my pen.
Bless you.
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nooo, you are never conventional!
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And you are forever charming.
My thanks.
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Man oh man...can you write! Love, Lane
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Thank you. I'm just trying something new...getting tired of my own banal shit.
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You could never be considered conventional, lol. You are one of the best contempary poets I know.
Clappies times a thousand hon.
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