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Sam Wickstrom Sep 18
Jittery and get it done
Heart says I'm on the run
Only building someone's dream
Saying goodbye to mine slowly
Big belly and I'm ****** cozy
Lay here and regret, go out for a smoke
I want a bigger truck and better luck
Going to buy some lotto tickets and beer

Friends all agree lets be average
Lets sit back like we don't have an itch
Nothing, no really, everything's been alright
Just going to work, getting things done you know

Baggy eyes
Persistent cough
Clicky joints
Pain in the gut pretty often
Let me get you some Tim's
Mcdonalds?
No?
How about a brand new car and a zero dollar down phone!
Bigger house
Bigger TV
Shrinking heart
Withering creativity

Weak.

Pathetic.
Sacrifice
What are most people sacrificing on a daily basis? Time and Energy
Little prizes for sitting still and wearing a smile
Sickness and at least becoming senile before you realize how much has been wasted health for money, then money for health and for more and more distractions from the loss of health

community breaking down

Sleep deprivation

What dreams? I don't even recall having them. (denial)

Time with family

depression and mental illness
AsianTapWater Aug 25
"Good morning!"
You shout, not to anyone in particular,
As you leap out of your bed.

You greet Tony,
And the whale,
And even Kumakichi,
But never me.

You turn up the radio,
And dance to Party In The USA
As you stick some bagels in the toaster.
One for yourself,
Another for Tony (even though he screams "Btch motherfcker sh*t!"),
But none for me.
You don't even look at me.

It's like I'm a ghost,
Like I'm not even here.
Or maybe I am,
But I'm just invisible.

We head off to the world meeting,
Which is in a building barely 5 minutes away
From your mansion in Washington DC.

When we get there, Cuba pulls me aside
And screams at me for things you've done.
He's loud, other nations gather around us,
Some even try to pull Cuba away from me,
But you don't do anything.
You don't even notice.
You just stare at Greece,
Who apparently brought 55 cats with him.

It's like we're all ghosts,
Like we're not even here.

Or maybe I truly am a ghost.
Just a lonely spirit and country,
Slowly fading until nothing is left.

Perhaps that's why nobody notices me,
Or remembers who I am.
Why you all freak out
When you realise I'm in the same room.

Maybe I truly am a ghost.
Just a lonely ghost named Canada.
Another Aph!Canada poem.
Canada says Kumakichi instead of Kumajiro because he and Kumajiro never remember each others' names (well, at least Canada remembers the 'Kuma' part). Tony, being the foul-mouthed alien that he is, swears way too much while trying to say politely that he does not want a bagel. Cuba beating up Canada doesn't require too much explanation, just watch Hetalia. Greece bringing 55 cats is a little reference to a cat sanctuary on the Greek island of Syros (the sanctuary is called God's Little People Cat Rescue), and also I imagine Greece would totally do that at some point considering how much he loves his cats.
Starry Aug 19
As I blow bubbles
With my second
Cousins
It is Canada day
And they fireworks exploded in the sky
Like popcorn.
What a night.
Starry Aug 18
On a late summer
Night in the prairies
The Big dipper
Is bright
Clears as a swear word
Turn up the volume of the
Sounds of nature
And night.

How can I sleep
Controlled
Assimilation
Nurtured
Aboriginal
Defeat.
Indignant
Americans
Now
S *ympathetic
Pass me da peace pipe I'm over this ****. Also **** colonialism.
AsianTapWater May 23
Who am I?
I’m Canada, your owner.
It’s ok if you don’t remember.
You never do.

Who’s the sixth Ally?
It’s me, your brother.
It’s ok if you don’t notice.
You never do.

If I’m not America, then who am I?
I’m Canada, his twin.
It’s ok if you didn’t realise.
Nobody ever does.

What was I saying?
Why don’t you ever listen to me?
I’m sick of this, brother.
I’m sick of being ignored.

I may have burned down Washington,
But that will never hurt as much
As the pain in my heart.
The pain you gave me.

I’m invisible.
Nonexistent.
I’m never here
Even when I am.

Who am I?
I’m Canada, your twin!
I’m sick of this, America.
I’m sick of being forgotten.
A poem about Canada from the anime Hetalia: Axis Powers
Bus Poet Stop Apr 12
spring planting, spring harvesting, spring garlic

One of the great joys of having a job in agriculture
is to think days, weeks, even months ahead,
One of the great joys of having a job in poetry,
like a fireman,  a patient planter of love,
you wait to be called,
then becoming by being,
part of an all consuming burning

come spring, take advantage of the cool, wet weather of spring
to put in multiple crops of peas and lettuce, also a great time
to get your perennial vegetables,
like asparagus and rhubarb, started

the planting cycle is not an either/or,
come harvest thy labored fruits,
nine crops to harvest come March,
kale, pick leaves as needed,
leeks, best left in the ground
and harvested as needed,
parsnips, purple sprouting broccoli,
rhubarb, spring cabbage, spring cauliflower,
and of course, my personal fav,
Spring Garlic

Garlic, like like love, is generally planted in the fall,
before the frost and harvested the following late summer.
But from March to May,
once the ground has truly thawed,
the young lover plants, spring garlic or green garlic,
can be harvested.

it’s a long bus ride to Western Canada
where the garlic spring has come,
ain’t complaining lots of time to write foolishness
and plant a few good bus poems in northern ontario
and even michigan,
the window slides, and the seeds scattered,
but at every bus poet stop,
those that need it,
planted many inches deep


April 2 naught how I wish I was nineteen again
juneau Apr 5
After two days on a drinking binge
My nose began to turn red
After three days of having drunken fun
I noticed that the party was dead
And the story it told of the good times that flowed
It made me sad to think it would end

You see I've been in the basement drinking a beer with no-name
It's taste and low price is insane
Intoxicated, I wont remember the name
So there ain't no point buying labeled again
La la la la Lala la Lala la la la
Sixty-something (two drunk)

April 4 2019

America - A Horse with no name parody
Francie Lynch Jan 30
That's me in the picture,
A collage of brothers and sisters;
I'm held high in my Mammy's arms,
Days before leaving Ireland.

Six months later, in our new home,
On a couch in our front room,
We pose again.
(See the console in our romper room?
It's testament to our boom and boons)

There's thousands of miles between those shoots,
And four million loved ones left behind
In a life and land we won't have again.
(That's the way life was back then)
No Face Time, #MeTime,
Sometimes a landline,
But always a letter in a card at the right time.

Brothers and sisters are missing.
In neglected churchyards,
And yet my mother smiles,
All the while.

Sixty years on, we pose again,
Sharing four hundred years here,
With seven hundred left behind:
Years of Famine and Hedge Schools,
Foreign invasions and Imperial Rule.

We stand *****, shoulders touching,
Between them loved ones missing;
Gone before the shutter opened,
A partial story as pictures go.

We're Irish proud,
Some of Canada's best;
An Irish-Canadian
When laid to rest.
Brothers and sisters died before we left Ireland, and brothers and sisters died after we arrived in Canada. But the six sibs that left Ireland are still alive and well.
Edit and re-post.
K Eaglechild Jan 10
Because I Am Indigenous.

There’s always a brume of skepticism (of fear) that will loom like a fly,
Slightly past 9:30pm on a Friday and the twilight is taking the sky
I find myself reciting; “It’s too dangerous. It’s too dangerous.”
I feel this way because it’s another day with another alert on the news broadcast; another “missing person’s” poster hanging on the bleak walls,
The articles are increasing while the fight to battle against it is decreasing,
We attend more social gatherings where we mourn more than we celebrate;
We mourn, can’t you hear us?  
Our missing indigenous women;
Of injured sisters, mothers, Aunty’s and cousins.
Of our murdered women.

There’s so much injustice and shame in our system,
Our voices get silence and we get dismissed with one wave of your ******* palm and no second glance.
Shame.

Because I am Indigenous,
My cultural beliefs are frowned upon; my healing ceremonies that takes away the discrimination toxicity, my herbs that help heal my throat that’s yelling at you to listen,
My prayers in my two native tongues for those effected by your colonialism.
My cultural heritage that is label as witchcraft and locked away in shelves cloaked by their leatherback book that they hold so close to their sinful chests

And dangling cross.

Colonialism.
Discrimination.

Because I am Indigenous woman,
I am afraid to walk alone.

Because I am Indigenous,
I am afraid to be a victim of a hate-crime.

Because I am Indigenous.

I am also resilient.
#becauseiamindigenous
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