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Random Excuse to Post Your Poetry!

Yep, because it's on the side bar you now have an excuse.
Post your own poetry! Make it up on the spot, break open a poem you've had for ever, Haiku, free verse! It's all free game!

Art, Sailing, Space, Love, Spirituality! No topic is off limit.

The only guideline is it has to MEAN something to YOU.

Post as many times as you like or don't post and take your own meaning from others words and find your own beauty in them.

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You've been hearing it all over the news,
occupy wall street occupy oregon occupy oakland
occupy conneticut.
I got a new movement, I'll pitch it to you here so you can
get behind it
it's called occupy mindset.

It's where i get the bankers
from the ceo's to the baby kissers
to the hand shakers
I get the politician
to listen
the celebrity
to sit down with me
I'll round up the school boards
managers at department stores
tax collectors and land lords
Helath inspectors
college professors
and fancy dressers

Snag all the big guys as casinos
rope in Ceos
the president before he vetoes
And maybe even the board of trustees
will trust in me

Once I get them there I'll thank them
for their time
I'll put them in one giant line
to lead them through lives

As they walk they will see children who wonder why
their parents always look defeated
super moms and super dads
powers depleted
hear "no I didn't pay the bill I thought you did"
a woman call her husband stupid
because he couldn't afford to graduate a university
and he can't figure out how his dad
fed a family of three with a truck driving job
and no bachelors degree
They'll see hungry children eyes
tears when the family dog dies
People praying for health insurance and when it never comes
they will see real endurance
See a woman who needs a couple bucks to get by
give her last couple bucks to a homeless guy

And after this 3D blockbuster
after the last of the lines
we can do away with the tents and the
signs
because now, we occupy their
minds
(Feb 01/12 Property of Kyle Minton)

Tuesday

This sun isn't up,
I have a cup,
Of coffee here,
Why do I fear?

I'm anxious now,
And wear a scowl,
For friends on here,
That I hold dear.

So upset, 'bout this,
Might just make a list,
Of troubles many,
Like that bad penny.

Why so mad?
It's kinda sad,
To start the day,
In this way.

Trying to see,
If I, yes me,
Can start a thread,
We won't dread.

One subject here,
Fills all with cheer?
I don't know it,
I'm just a poet.

10/11/11 @0628 EDT by me, Rosie!

Wedding Waltz

We two danced clumsy at the start, our feet
Like frozen bricks. Our families winced and prayed.
We almost squished the marble cake, a sweet
Depicting all our hope that love would stay.

We practiced thirty years, foxtrot, hip-hop.
We learned the waltz of love sometimes does hurt.
I came to love your double chin, and you
Kept steadfast in my arms when I lost work.

The hours and weeks passed by and still we danced
Forever and always we thought t'would go
But then last year Doc Astaire said it's cancer.
How can I waltz alone I want to know?

The music here is like the sweetest rain,
But it won't be heaven til you dance with me again.

Bearing in mind, of couirse, Long's Observation:

"A poet who reads verse in public may have other nasty habits."

:-S

@Pope Yay! Another poetry person! Here is my poetry thread from yesterday!

http://www.soulpancake.com/question/66726/poetry-thread--how-do-you-like-your-poetry.html

This one goes out to all of you people walking the protest lines. As you "occupy" whatever it is, remember those who came before you and protested with a good reason.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5M_Ttstbgs&feature

Not mine, but very poetic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtCDjV_WrDc

If I were a carpenter and you were my lady
I'd build you two chairs and a table.

We would have a nice place to sit
and enjoy a fine meal together.

If I could save time in a bottle
we'd have something to drink.

The first word in diet is die.

by me

"IF" is the middle word in life. (Dennis Hopper, in his role in "Apocalypse Now")

Turn and face me face to face
It's only me standing here.
Did you expect someone else?
All I can be for you is who I am.
And all I have to fight to keep you
Is only what I have been for you.
It is all I can do.
I do it for you.

f*ck you.

I'm stepping into something and it's warm a wet.
It's oooey and it's gooey, but that's what I get

I'm stepping into something and it feels so right.
It keeps me safe and warm at night.

I'm stepping into something that fits like a glove
I'm stepping into something and I think it's love.

Couldn't resist expanding on it:

"Haile Selassie Meets Sylvia Plath"

One life
to live
One love
to give
Look at me
Who gives a sh*t?

One life
to take
One love
to break
Look away now
As I bleed myself out

Emancipation come set me free
For thee I plant a seed
and when it’s grown
all this emotion will plateau

This is the second shortest poem I ever wrote. I think I wrote it over the summer.

Haile Selassie Meets Sylvia Plath

One life
to live
One love
to give
Look at me
Who gives a sh*t?

It just could be me
In life neither grass is green
but I'm colorblind

Why oh why do I get high?

Can I blame it on my gambling dad?
Or that one bad teacher that I had?
Or the time I was dumped before the dance?
Or when I missed the shot that was our last chance?

Why oh why do I get high?

Is it because I got arrested that one time?
Or when I spent my last dime?
Or lost that bet on the big game?
Or sucked onstage, to my shame?

Why oh why do I get high?

I think it's time I told you why
I spark it up and smile real wide
Almost every day and most of the nights
Through good times and bad and happiness and fright.

Why oh why do I get high?
Through think and thin and truth and lie?

Because I like my open mind
To reflect on what is and maybe to find
What isn't known but is hidden inside
Waiting to be born and no more to hide.

Truth be told
I'm a slacker at heart.
I gave up the rat-race
Before I could start.

what an awesome day
had red lobster with grandma
cheesy biscuits yo

Only with Liberals this you will find

The kind of people to open their mind

So very open without a doubt

Watch where you walk their brains fell out

These shack-less shackles have been bleeding my wrists too long... I'm tired of this war being the only song,.... playin... on the airwaves... speaking of peace with empty words... pimpin war at every turn, pay no attention to the men behind the iron curtain, so used to the pain we don't even know were hurtin...

Christopher Forsythe 2011

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Pope

Random Excuse to Post Your Poetry!

AddictedtoDirt

RosieFullyRiveted

Alvah

BruceDLimber

Bearing in mind, of couirse, Long's Observation:

"A poet who reads verse in public may have other nasty habits."

:-S

RosieFullyRiveted

@Pope Yay! Another poetry person! Here is my poetry thread from yesterday!

http://www.soulpancake.com/question/66726/poetry-thread--how-do-you-like-your-poetry.html

EmeryPark

This one goes out to all of you people walking the protest lines. As you "occupy" whatever it is, remember those who came before you and protested with a good reason.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5M_Ttstbgs&feature

EmeryPark

Not mine, but very poetic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtCDjV_WrDc

EmeryPark

If I were a carpenter and you were my lady
I'd build you two chairs and a table.

We would have a nice place to sit
and enjoy a fine meal together.

If I could save time in a bottle
we'd have something to drink.