I haven’t been blogging on here for a bit. I’ve been writing a lot of poetry lately and posting it on a poetry page on Facebook. I’ll be publishing a poetry collection by October for the Underground Modern Poets of 2012 book.
Here’s a few samples
BLOODY TOILS
by Tara Seuss
…. my blood is boiling over and over. yes, it is over. make this nightmare stop. stop fucking asking me please, stop everything. stop you. you make me blue, i want you to be fucking true and i want to kill you. i want to kill these toils, troubles and fucking bubbles you cause, fuck off i’m sorry (audience please applause). burn burn, oh yeah, you’re gonna burn- kid you have no idea how much you have to learn. first lesson, you have to give if you want to earn. correction, put that lesson back on the shelf……your only hope is to be someone else. amen.
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Comfort
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By Art Glibfunny
it was a box
just a box
a small
red
rectangular
cardboard box
with big
bright
yellow cages on it
containing confectionary animals
from worlds away
a consumable passport
to happinessit had a string
to carry it
and
it brought joy
and happiness
while
begging great
questions about
life at large
and my place in the
world
in the
young
comfort
thank you mom
days of my
bologna
mustard
and lettuce
wax paper
wrapped
lunch box
childhoodeven today
as I cradle
the red
cardboard
box
and enjoy
a flat cookie creature
from the
flour zoo
I am
transported back
from my jaded
wake up
nap time is over
tired
adult
traveled path
to the buster brown
saddle shoe
milk and
graham cracker
comfort and
innocence
so vital to
happy longevity
and the
human condition -
SQt 2010
Untitled by Ilan Miller
My heart is a proximity mine, send in the dogs, pull the pin, change the channel, and watch your step.
Don’t come in, the waters not fine, the rats are abandoning ship, your favorite show has been cancelled, and violence prevails.
Life has become a sad 80s montage, only dumbed down. The finish lines been burned, there is no consolation prize.
My personal hell has frozen over, I grab my glass, my icepick and my whiskey and I think of days long gone…
There’s many more and I’ll post some here and there. If I didn’t post yours it’s only because I chose a few random great poems. Like I said-More to come!