Alice: Favorites

Mar 2014 Alice

L

You have no idea what you do to me.
A simple touch of your hand sets me aflame.
*I am pushing you away in order to resist the temptation of pulling you closer.

something short
**

Mar 2014 Alice

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Mar 2014 Alice

Fish The Pig

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I saw what she wrote
and that sat me thinking.
Cruel eyes,
cruel hands,
painting me
black and blue.
purple here,
green there,
I'll stitch it with my hair.
Grit my teeth,
naked in the sheath
salt pouring out from
those that saw it all.

Close them.

Maybe this time
the dents in the wall,
the splintered bat-
the window
where my feet
set running
on that muddy earth-
-
maybe this time it'll hurt so bad
that it'll have never happened.

Mar 2014 Alice

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Mar 2014 Alice

M

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I made a 'swimming in *****' joke in the locker room
and I laughed at how many people got offended,
"Whoa man, not funny," have you ever heard a drake song?
And for some reason, they all got upset about it
because '*****' is a taboo word
as if you don't see one all the time-
and while all of you say '****' every day,
I doubt you have any experience with THAT matter.

Mar 2014 Alice

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Mar 2014 Alice

Ernest Hemingway

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                    ,

Mar 2014 Alice

forecast

Mar 2014 Alice

melodie foley

forecast

tomorrow is not promised

only predicted

but do not blame the weather man

if it is not 75 and breezy

hurricanes come along

so always carry an umbrella

but don't always walk around with it open

or else you'll never meet the sun

Mar 2014 Alice

Veer Left

Mar 2014 Alice

Zik Malleaux

Veer Left

The curves of her mouth match the curves in the road
and I can't see in front of me, head first into unknown.
The headlights flashing are warning me ahead
"Honey, you better steer to the left or else we'll be dead."

Drowning in the lake with the ghosts of yesterday
who've died the same death and were left here to stay.
Turn the radio up and roll the windows down,
the wind sweeps across your face and gives you a crown.

I'm the King of the road with my Queen by my side
we'll take this whole death thing with grateful stride

Mar 2014 Alice

The Tribe of Poets

Mar 2014 Alice

Pradip Chattopadhyay

The Tribe of Poets

Blessed are the poets
who read more and write less!

burn up nights in passion's flame
breathe in breathe out every poem
hours rewarded in busy ingest
no repenting on forsaken rest
a drift a wind a stormy rush
din of mirth a grievous hush
won't forgo once embark
heart's vent in light or dark
like a mission promise to keep
wake they up in a world asleep
read and read till the seeds are sown
in heart sprouts up own poem full grown!

Blessed be their tribe
for them the poemdom thrives!

Mar 2014 Alice

my M-used me!

Mar 2014 Alice

Nat Lipstadt

my M-used me!

and I loved it...
the efficacy,
the efficiency,
obeying, used,
the being used
to muse,
all in one word,
verbed and j'accused,
identifying the culpritess
(for my M-use is
definitively a woman),

I say:
Please baby,
Please bossy,
Please sir,
muse me some more?

M-use me, use-me,
accuse-me, heck,
abuse-me,
my tongue, my lips,
(especially, my lips)
your devoted
poet-servant.

give me spiel,
words to make
them laugh,
groan and squeal,
do me baby,
one mo' time,
the big reveal.

you know I am
exclusive to you,
others get my body,
but only you
get my
my poetic

streams of screams

things I can
never confess,
peeve but at the hinted
whisper of them,
things that weaken me,
in the places
where poems
umbilically
die stillborn,

the chord
connecting
just us two,
it, that chord,
wrapped round
my throat
choking off
my special voice,
cause you want
just those words,
My Muse,
all for yourself

and I can't say no
to
My Muse,
My Conscience