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    Post by rienpoet on Wed Apr 27, 2011 9:16 am

    Anybody wants to share any poems?

    I'll start. I wrote it today. For Miss P. What Ms. P wants, she gets it.

    Cheese, Red Wine and You

    Cheese, red wine and you.
    Melted in my mouth,
    melted on my lips
    like the snow in the early cold
    morning of winter
    touch by the warm air,
    and a drop of heavenly water

    Cheese, red wine and you
    twisted, tangled and missed
    in a mist of thought
    in a mist of lust
    roll into the night
    crisp, heated and lay bare
    on the cold ground somewhere

    -rien-
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    Post by doorman330 on Wed Sep 14, 2011 6:05 am

    NICE! THANK YOU FOR SHARING..........










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    Post by Tony Marino on Wed Sep 14, 2011 12:04 pm

    Nice poem, thank you for sharing it.



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    Post by ph balanced on Mon Nov 07, 2011 11:08 pm

    Got a little ditty in Dutch, call it "Rag"


    Is dat wat ik ben hier voor
    In de hoek als een oude schotel vod
    Veeg je knoeit
    Houd uw handen schoon
    Vervolgens gooiden en vergeten

    Ik zal niet meer in de hoek
    Zelfs vodden moeten worden gewassen en gevouwen
    De dag zal komen wanneer je kijkt er
    Nodig een andere rotzooi te worden gereinigd
    En ik zal weg zijn










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    Post by zthatzmanz28 on Mon Dec 26, 2011 12:08 pm

    Here is an excerpt of a poem I wrote while at the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics in Boulder Colorado 1995 at the Summer Writing Program:
    (hope it doesn't upset the apple cart)


    AMERICA (original working title was "What I've Learned)

    I remember watching the television
    as they brought you back home
    Planes upon planes
    Bringing you home

    To AMERICA

    The land of liberty
    Something you enjoyed for such a short time

    In AMERICA

    I watched you daily
    travel through that foreign land
    as the suits held parties to their financial successes

    I did not know this then
    That AMERICA could sell its youth
    all are prepared from birth
    AMERICA FUCKED YOU!
    Fucked me
    Fucked its mothers and fathers

    We were all deprived of you
    As the suits dodged questions
    and hid in plush penthouses
    I watched you play in the mud
    Racing between rice fields
    Avoiding bullets and those hiding in tunnels

    I did not know this then
    I was twelve when you came home

    To AMERICA

    Who hated you for what you learned
    Who shielded their children and turned
    Their righteous backs to you

    AMERICA

    Who had not been prepared
    To witness your lessons

    AMERICA

    Taught you well
    You had learned obedience
    So you eagerly went

    AMERICA,
    calls you
    Programmed to respond
    You gave it all

    AMERICA

    You are manly
    carry swollen balls

    America, where are you
    Can you still embrace
    the Jeffersonian ideas
    How can you preach
    Democracy to a world
    You impose the will of money on?

    AMERICA

    Who are your political prisoners
    How many brothers and sisters have been sacrificed
    For your necessay illusion
    I am satisfied
    that someday
    I too shall be offered
    Your designer clothes that do not fit

    AMERICA

    When will you notice
    I am naked--carry no shame
    I being here--I am ashamed by your lies
    the insinuations we must accept
    In return for slavery
    Set us free--

    AMERICA




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