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Poetry

* Dump the Drumph*

* Dump the Drumph* Let’s all take a dump on Donald Trump. His family name is really Drumph. He is a nasty Nazi grump. His face looks like a monkey’s rump. He claims he’s a genius but his brain is a big lump. His mouth is a filthy sump pump. On every question he’ll jump....

City Lights Hymn to The Homeless

City Lights Hymn to The Homeless by Suzzane Verdal Being poor: The Crime City-wide Penal Colony. Heaving sighs, Or eyes left dry By many tears We feast on crumbs From rusty dumpsters Or stranger tables. Evicted From shopping carts And cardboard boxes, By hooligans In uniform. Even squirrels And squaby possums Run for cover. Enough!...

Mantra / Unbridled Joy

Mantra Banish the Future! Because living I want, as a child, Innocence but for a moment, Serenity amidst chaos, Satisfied with the present. Precious Bliss – Lynette Unbridled Joy Just one more summer sunrise, Will you join me? Uncover ancient mysteries Live with passion for- ever, Innocent games of children, Anger twists your face, I...

For those feeling the Bern…..

For those feeling the Bern…..   Our Own Vermont Thank you Lord for you have graced us Graced us from the start We will always love Vermont And keep it in our hearts We don’t owe an allegiance We won’t bow to a throne We’re fiercely independent This land it is our own Calvin Coolidge,...

In the Beginning

“In the Beginning” In the darkest of times, It was the devil who guided me into the light; It was the devil who lifted me from the treacherous paths of ugly injustice; It was the devil who made me whole again. In the beginning, It was not as it is now; In the beginning, I...

my tongue is ready to fall off

my tongue is ready to fall off — so often have i had to bite it. not these words, not that tone, not so loud, not too angry. my face must be pretty enough but not too much make up, i must not stand out. my body is a battleground: ‘culture’ puts pants upon legs...

HELLO FROM VENICE BEACH (as sung to Adele’s ‘Hello’)

HELLO FROM VENICE BEACH by, Marty Liboff Hello, it’s me- I’m homeless on Venice Beach sleepin in shit & pee. Hello, can you hear me? I’m in California dreamin about who we used to be- when we were younger & free I’ve forgotten how it felt before when I had a home & money. So...

Winter in Venice, 2016

Go home and write a poem, Mary it’s not that easy it looks easy: compared to writing a novel or some long memoir that used to be more interesting but now is just old old memories of long ago when you could live your dreams of living when things were free which freed up your...

SNAGGLETOOTH AT ABBOT’S HABIT

By David Fewster (For FrancEyE) A crone will always write in rhyme A hag will tell you there’s no time Proud women wear these names like medals Their bicycles have lost their pedals Some days they’ll hit you with their cane Their children say they’ve gone insane Hair thins and sprouts in foreign places Thoughts...

THE ROTTENNESS OF THE POETRY BUSINESS

By David Fewster THE ROTTENNESS OF THE POETRY BUSINESS The only time I ever paid a reading fee was for the Beyond Baroque contest in 2013 and that was only because Nick Flynn was the judge and I loved “Another Bullshit Night in Suck City” and it amused me, as the author of “Diary of...
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