In the gallery of a town, art was duly contained
and cared for carefully without contamination.
There was a painting there, painted with oil
paints that rained and formed a picture of a bird
on a canvas of vivid blues, browns, and greens
that fixed eyes on it like webs to hair.
The artist spoke:

“We are all swallows: proud, free, agile.
We are all oceans: formidable, hostile.
We are all stormy weather: thunderous.
We are all columns: supportive, calloused.

Entwined we will walk,
down to and up to the sands,
into elixirs made with salt;
swelling our joyous hands.”

Men, women and children all strolled by,
and let not one of them see the lows and highs
of the artist's soul. A boy stood there with
no-one: his uncorrupted eyes walking up and
down the mined canvas. He felt no sand
under his feet; he felt no wooden skin and
complexion in his hands.
He spoke:

“We are not swallows: ashamed, caged, stiff.
We are not oceans: defenceless, mild.
We are not stormy weather: soundless
We are not columns: defective, defiled.

Like slaves, we sing
on top of the wings
of new-born Spring.

The ground we sowed and toiled,
reaped dangers of fantasy untold.
Soul-reaping bird-singers
singing the siren song to us.
But we must not fuss.

I bleed the colours
of a deadly rose garden.
Red, yellow, blue, green:
colourless eyes remain unseen.”

Julia Mae Mar 24

my skin is paper thin

he smiled and said,
"well i would love to set it alight, watch you burn, watch you fight"

blue Mar 8

"you know we (your friends) would never leave you right?"

"i mean, that's what they all SAY until poof."

"well, i won't leave"

"promise?"

"promise."

a cute conversation i had with a cuter boy.
Paul Butters Jan 21

I wonder if I can write a poem with two voices?
Don’t know mate, maybe you can.
Who the hell are you?
I’m your second voice, you muppet.
Ah. But will they be able to tell?
Well, skim readers might miss it.
Oh.
But if they read “vocally” like you do,
It should be okay.
What, even when I go
Onto a new line?
Reckon so, just about. In any case,
Some websites will format it differently,
But we’ll get away with it.

Is it still poetry though?
Could be, mate.
Really?
Well, it depends on the wording I guess.
So we need some flowery language?
Yes, like the dogs of war are gathering,
As two adversaries square up,
For gladiatorial combat.

MMM. Well, I’d prefer to write things like:
The sun is streaming over snow-capped mountains,
To greet the summer
As we awaken from our wintry slumbers.
That’s okay too mate: it’s all poetry.

But should I really be seen,
Talking to myself?
They know you’re mad already, friend,
No worries there.
That’s okay then:
Let’s get this thing posted.
Yes, go ahead.

Paul Butters

Out of the box we go......
Dovey Jan 9

"Sweetie, what happened here?
Did you break your doll?"

"Mommy, don't blame me-
this is not my fault!"

"Well who did it then?
You're the only one there!"

"Sure, I broke her-
but don't blame me for her tears."

"Listen, mommy-
this doll deserves the blame.
She knew that life was dangerous
and she decided to play the game."

I was just experimenting here.

........
For the record, 'tears' is meant as broken, not crying.
David John Mowers Dec 2016

Wow!
and I only need one thing

Excuse me, where are the cameras?

Aisle fourteen?

Okay...

Lost,
in forest of clothes
Lost,
in parallels of furniture
Lost,
in children's dreams
This place is so foreign.

Lost in this store.
Signs, language, so difficult
everyone stares
Why do they stare?
I dress appropriately?

Levi
Nike
North Face
Hanes
I'm dressed appropriately...

Where are the clerks!
Why does no one help you in America?
And this sign, it makes no sense?
Points...
pointing to what?
This place is so foreign.

Ah, here is a lady,

Get your hands off me Arab!

Arab?
I'm not Arab
This place is so foreign.

Devin Ortiz Nov 2016

Never being afraid to tell it how it is..

I said America is by no means perfect
You told me I was un American, then preceeded to shout Make American Great Again.

You said flag burners disrespect the soldiers
I said that they fight in vein, preceeding to tell you that that Flag doesnt represent us all the same

I said Black Lives Matter
You told me All Lives Matters, then preceeded to be silent when black lives lost were lost

You said get over slavery
I said it still effects today, preceeding to explain that it reinforced a system of inequality

I said that you have privilege
You screamed that you struggle, proceeding to ignore that it isn't a factor of race

I told you all the ways I've lived
You told me all the ways it isn't true
That the life I live cannot be
Because it hasn't happened to you.

Imotional Jun 2016

Are you?
yes, I always have.
How did you know?
I just did
So is it like this?
I don't know.
Ok...I understand.
Do you really?
Ye, it's just the opposite. It's the same really.
Just stop pretending you know everything.
I was just trying... to understand how.
I don't care that you don't.
I don't get it.
Exactly, you never will.

When asking questions isn't going to make you understand. You need to stop and think about how you're making the other person feel.
Divine Dao Jun 2016

Kamera-! Action!


- I'll never give you another word!
- This is terrible!


Parlor of sweet Puer Aeternus
Washes his
mouth

Slender figurative speach
Sulking in
a corner

Rumination upon celestial arcs Intersecting
Intermittent
Emitting
PI

Audacious pi and its consequencies ~ do
Conquer
Our

Foible mnemonic techniques                         &

                       Mems ?

- Onomatopoeia!  Khhraaw Khhraaw Raven is long dead!

- Waterraneous!  Whoossh      Whoossh       Whoossh Whoossh        Whoossh       Whoossh  The canoe levitates
     ~    https://youtu.be/fi-S9lrnLZ8~
Cling

   Cling

           Ping
                  Rock
         Ping

            Plump

Darkling dead man plays on a magic alternative guitar.
Stellary Canoe is his home.
Steellary Canoe - swiftly stolen!

- Parenthesis!
- Who are you?
- A parent of a thesis!
- And you? Show me how much you love me!

- Aeol Gods! Tell this woman I'm crazy about her!

Lofty ideas were born
Of the Mount Olympus
Clouded lingerie seams
Were made of dreams
In their own admission

Too exuberant
To exuberant
Anarchy!
Cheers!
Ideals

- Aeol Gods! Tell this woman I'm crazy about her!

Mount
Waikiki Hawai Loveable Artistry Sumptuous Menagerie Canary

Waterraneous Islands Are We
A strangely peculiar
Worlds

Menagerie

Artistry

Loveably
Alive and kicking
                      Records

Drop dead gorgeous
                                 Archives

Alabama whiskey songs
Roses in an old vineyards
Loving lush Detroit lovers

Global nets, dancing on wires
Pyramids in patterns
Bluberries in revival

Jarmush in New york

Leonard with Bacall & Space Ship Remote Controls

Based on the association play of words.<3
Written with my beloved, still young <333
zJGeez May 2016
:')

so some young guy crashes a diner,
totally gone to music on ear
he misses the "hello sir, how are you"
and nods as if to shirk off a chat
"sir.." then he misses the call to seating, "sir! table 13"
believe this guy? catches chagrin, but he likes it there:
food smells good, the people have a bite, and it's comfy
"what would you like?" he doesn't miss this one
"surprise me"
"gotta give me an idea"
"oh then i'll have your usual for now"
13's server takes note and heads to the kitchen
geesh that guys annoying.. "hey spit on this sandwich"
blazing the sandwich over to him, the server glowers
"it's an open face, with jalapeno"
his eyes drift up
"cool, i like'em spitesy"

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