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 Jun 2011 PH
Carl Sandburg
Chicago
 Jun 2011 PH
Carl Sandburg
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it
is true I have seen the gunman **** and go free to
**** again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the
faces of women and children I have seen the marks
of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who
sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer
and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing
so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on
job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
little soft cities;

Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning
as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with
white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young
man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has
never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse.
and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
 Jun 2011 PH
PK Wakefield
ll
 Jun 2011 PH
PK Wakefield
ll
lucid light
you're
far
too bright

i'll slit
your
throat
and
drink the night
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=12828
 Jun 2011 PH
A L Davies
jean
 Jun 2011 PH
A L Davies
you are [in total]
six syllables.
in order:
long ā
short ă
long ē
short ĭ
short ē
short ă
of course that is not all
you are.
you are
rainy runner
darkroom pining from schooldays bygone.
paint-splattered psych major.
without disdain of stiff gin & tonics.
not one to shy away
from my david byrne dancing.
****/sleek/sweaty saunamate.
someone to:
call me sweetie like a
grandmother would.
drink a beer in bed with--
glad as the darkness pushes us warmly together.
this is a poem that is, apparently, as much about a really neat girl as it is about phonics.
it also looks like a candlestick.
 Jun 2011 PH
Christopher Tolleson
Weary hobbling men,
of stature far from social statutory,
embody brief hypotheses of me.

Weary hobbling men,
managed by bronzed and tall
strong handsome men,
embody sick hypocrisy.

Blind old beggars,
who sit on broken concrete
and breathe through broken lungs,
speak clearly of what resides in not what eyes speak,
but of what love and trust sing.

They see more than we,
for they, both blind and whis’pring,
are contented just to breathe.
 Jun 2011 PH
Jessi Ann
church
 Jun 2011 PH
Jessi Ann
big old God man came talking today
he say he so strong, he so wise,
he keep demons away
but little girl me, I got brains on the cuff,
I chuckle back to me, I know plenty

these demons, they mine,
they world, they know soul
they shadows, they lovers,
they know what I know
my radio heart ain't broken just yet
I need time, I need water,
I don't need none of they God

little night man came whispering today
he got sorrow, he got lonely,
he got ****** on the brain
but little girl me, I got clever on my sleeve
and I shudder back to me, I find what I need
 Jun 2011 PH
Jessi Ann
church
 Jun 2011 PH
Jessi Ann
big old God man came talking today
he say he so strong, he so wise,
he keep demons away
but little girl me, I got brains on the cuff,
I chuckle back to me, I know plenty

these demons, they mine,
they world, they know soul
they shadows, they lovers,
they know what I know
my radio heart ain't broken just yet
I need time, I need water,
I don't need none of they God

little night man came whispering today
he got sorrow, he got lonely,
he got ****** on the brain
but little girl me, I got clever on my sleeve
and I shudder back to me, I find what I need

— The End —