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Poetry

i was sad.2

by alan rodman i was sad too because i had no shoes until i met a man who had no feeling

LET’S BLOW THE WHOLE WORLD UP !

(as sung to; ‘Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off’) – marty liboff- I got an A-bomb you got an H-bomb I want your oil you invade my soil North Korea has an A-bomb and they hate everyone- so let’s blow the whole world up! Russia has lots of H-bombs and we got lots of H-bombs...

MOTHERS ARE CRYIN (after the recent terrorist attacks)

Mothers, fathers & children are cryin everywhere loved ones dyin. Terrorist monsters human trash from dumpsters. Everywhere killers & nuts tryin to blow up people’s guts. Bullets flying innocents dying. The world has gone crazy & mad our future is getting hazy & sad. Fundamentalist creeps the 4 Horsemen reaps. Evil religious nuts want rivers...

Poetry: Lost

Lost. Lost Days turn into Lonely Nights. Alone. To Be Alone. What is it? To Feel Alone? How do we Forget our loneliness? When it is puncturing the skin with its relentless pricks? Leaving marks and scars. Prying, Scratching. Hurdles have been set before us. How do we jump? If our legs have lost motion....

Poetry – For the Statue of Liberty

Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! -Emma Lazarus, poet and playwright (22 Jul 1849-1887) [from a poem written to raise funds for building the pedestal of...

Poetry: “Venice Yes”

By Jim Smith, from “If The Dead Had Email” Yes! Venice is a beach town Not a highfalutin suit-and-tie town The waves come and go ‘cause they’re free, and, yes indeed, so are we. Yes! It’s a pleasure to live by the ocean blue but that don’t mean you can’t come too. Our friends drop...

Poetry – I

I I come from the story of who? I stared at the painting for years amazing picture of the Phoenix The bird that sets itself on fire disappears into the fire Then Poof! Come Back: new bird to see The ultimate in belief – but NO, looking at it, staring at it, (staring?) The picture...

BANG BANG-YOU’RE DEAD!

(the Orlando Massacre) by-marty liboff Shoot shoot shoot Bang bang bang you’re dead I shot ya in the head. I love my gun killin is so much fun! I love my gun so ya better run run run. Kill kill kill shootin animals & people is such a thrill it’s fun the more blood ya...

Poetry – [morning melody]

You might have stayed up All night, clicking at every link To your daydream, searching For a soulmate in the cyberspace You might have enjoyed an early dose Of original sin between sleep and wake Before packing up all your seasonal greetings With your luggage to catch the first plane Or sitting up in meditation...

Poetry – ODE TO THE RECTUM

– Carol Easton O underrated aperture, O humble little hole With what panache you faithfully Perform your vital role. You work appalling hours For insufficient pay You only get a day off When I’m on holiday. Nobody sends you flowers Nobody writes you verse Nobody sings your praises Your name is just a curse. All...
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