say      something       sluggish         nonsense
about       swastikas;    never    say      a  word
about     what     you   really    mean;  control
every     image     and   never crack   a  smile;
erase    any   history   that    you    don't  like;
get   yourself  a  gun  and  play  with  knifes;
spread      rumors   ­ about     your  abnormal
and    strange    religious   behaviors;     make
odd   symbols   no   one  including    yourself
do    not  understand;   confuse and    indulge
yourself       into      oblivion      about    your
superior     self;      surround    yourself   with
freinds  with  odd behaviors   and odd   point
of    views;    pick   some      crucial  enemies;
behave         like     a     moron;       say    evil
disrespectful       and     rude    things    about
something   everybody   really loves;     if no
one  pays  attention  get  drunk   and drive a
car   without   a  license;   do   some    heavy
drugs;   get  into   some violence;   fingering
your   suicide;     leave  everybody confused
with   some  hints  about  your  sympathies
to    small    violent  grou­ps  in  society;    let
yourself  wear and be seen among symbols
representing  all  that  is  harsh    and grim;
if  asked  limit your  language to yes or no;
if  nothing of this works die  young pull an
automatic    gun  and   pop  pop   pop  pop
pop   pop pop  watchin  muthafuckas drop.

Sarah Anne Webb
Sarah Anne Webb
Nov 12, 2012      Nov 13, 2012

Did you know...
That you are the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on.

That you are the first man
I ever loved.

All of your wrinkles
and your warm hands.

Your smile,
full of compassion.

My favorite thing in the world
Is to be squeezed by you,
For you to call me
your scallywag,
and ask me how life is,
tell me how wonderfully I've grown
and how proud I make you.

To walk into your home
and smell your sauce cooking,
the olive oil, garlic, and onions,
warm and simmering.

To wonder into your garden
pick spearmint leaves
and chew them,
leaving my mouth tingling and my mind refreshed.
I am a child again.

I have so many questions I want to ask you,
What was the war like?
How did you keep your smile?
Do you think of me often?
What did you feel when you first met her?
How did you maintain your love for so long?

What does life mean to you?
If there is anything important in life I should know,
can you tell me?

I am going to see you this week,
and when I do
I will tell you...

If there is anything important in life you should know,
it is that...

You are the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on.


microwave turning
cooking a movie night snack--

written in 2012

Thump, thump, thump., thump, thump
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Weeeeeeeeeeee, plump.
You guess.

Pop, pop,
Sigh a bit,

Pop, ponder -
Sip tea.

Pop, pop,
Pop some more -

Doesn't take much,
To amuse me.

© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
jonathan valonis
Jun 5, 2010

Pop, Pop pop, Pop, Pop, Pop pop, Pop,
Boom, Boom boom, Bfff, Boom, Boom boom, Bfff,
Shsh, Shsh Shsh, Ffwka ffwka ffwka,
Five, Four, Three, Two, Oooooonnnnnneeeee,
Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit,
Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit,
Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwoooooochhhhhhhhitttttt,
Now get down, I get down, Now get down, I get down,
Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhhhhhhhh,
Vooooooooo Booom, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede,
Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Uuuuuuhwaaaaaaaa

Joe Roberts
Joe Roberts
Oct 4, 2013

People take cover
at the capitol.
Unanswered questions.
Why ram
a barricade into
a luxury car?
A brief lock-down
as congress
unsuccessfully tried
to end the shutdown.
Stay away.

Arguably my first political poem, this is a found poem taken from the USA TODAY article, D.C. Incident's Motive a Mystery. Original article written by Kevin Johnson, Donna Leinwand, and Doug Stanglin.
Jack Mocherman
Mar 13, 2011

Gimmie gimmie
Red velvet shred case
Bubble wrap finger tips
Pop pop skin rips

Refined in Flames
Refined in Flames
Nov 29, 2012

Pop, pop, pop
They’re not the same as pills.
Why do people use them so much?
They break more easily.
Not as reliable to dull the pain.
No science involved in making them,
only the emotions riled up in the moment.
No, give me a pill.
Keep your promises.
I’ll take my chances without you.

Taking cover.
Bang, bang everyone runs.
Bang, bang can you see.
Bang, Bang I saw no gun.
Bang It's a car backed firing.
So why is everybody taking cover.
Pop, pop does anyone see a gun.
Pop, pop No someone is chewing gum.
So why is everyone taking cover.

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