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Mar 2017 Winn

sunk lake

Mar 2017 Winn

Chris

i wanted to say
beautiful things
but they got stuck
in my throat
so I choked them
back down like
***** in your mouth
and I forgot them
just like that-
fuzzy memories
of better days
and better ways,
but we'll always
have tomorrow
to waste, like today,
next year, maybe
where we're going,
where we've been
doesn't matter
because the fish
aren't biting like
they used to
but the beer
is still going
down smooth
and that's beauty
in itself.

#ramble #curmudgeon

Mar 2017 Winn

the problems with zone 7b

Mar 2017 Winn

Chris

the problems with zone 7b

cut up a pineapple
at 5 am
cause what else
do you do at that time
decided to save the top
and try to plant it
but i know it won't
survive
i plucked away
the lower leaves,
will plant and
take care of it,
but i know it
won't grow
it may sprout
some shallow roots
and give false hope
for a bit,
but will eventually die
like everything else
it would grow
beautifully in a
better climate

and one day
it will

#alone #lost

Mar 2017 Winn

weather report....

Mar 2017 Winn

betterdays

weather report....

soggy bottomed shoes
encase wrinkly tender feet

it's been raining solidly
for more than a week

the towels all smell
of mould and mildew

the carpets more mud than wool

the vegetable garden
is accsessed by canoe

and the fire just splutters
cause of the water in the flue

we have gathered a menagerie
of frogs and spiders on the
front porch, there is a sugar glider

and still it rains....and the rivers flow high
gosh what I would give to see some blue sky

so raining nine days straight over 410ml.... and everything is damp and soggy...no flooding yet but the river are running high....need the sun to break through soon

Mar 2017 Winn

Anger (II)

Mar 2017 Winn

ryn

Anger (II)

This anger...

Feels like a ball of uncontrollable energy that spins treacherously in the pit of my stomach.

It is unbound and reaches out forcefully in every axis. It is self-sustaining. And it consumes...
All of me...

It's doesn't want to be displaced, or swept under the rug for the umpteenth time. It doesn't want to be cajoled or calmed. It doesn't want to be coaxed into thinking that it does not need to rear its ugly head because I believe I have a handle on things; which I clearly do not.

It knows me too well and will not take it lying down.

It wants acknowledgement and it wants to speak.

It wants to speak in a low guttural voice for the sheer purpose of intimidation.
It wants grow in figurative size to assert its validation.
It wants to absorb every form of negativity and use it to fuel the fight.
It wants to take the faintest pin-***** or papercut to the most painful stab in the heart and use them...
Harness them and then...
Explode in a hundred-mile radius.

This anger is real...
And it has had enough of sitting on the bench.
Now it wants a piece of the action...

And this time I let it.

#anger #hellopoetry107 #stagesofgriefseries

Mar 2017 Winn

One Meager Brain Cell

Mar 2017 Winn

Elizabeth Squires

One Meager Brain Cell

though I only own
one meager brain cell
it has through life served
me exceptionally well

of a singular character
in its decision making
not being influenced by
an alternate undertaking

the cell has always known
how to opine
there's a beauty in the way
it does clearly define

one cell of independence
not relying on co-dependence
of the tack only unto me
coming with a lifetime guarantee

#thought #independent #satire #cell

Mar 2017 Winn

Catch My Tears In Mason Jars

Mar 2017 Winn

Gidgette

Catch My Tears In Mason Jars

All these artists gather here on my floor
Three evenings
Poets, painters, musicians
Arguing, playing

I don't need streets of gold
The angels couldn't possibly make this music
Its weekend
And they gather

I'm a muse to many
So they say
A minority
My pitiful poetry and dance

But I dwell in these hills
With them
And my mahogany floors
Rests their shoes

Loud and melodous
Joey picks a tune and yells about fascism
Maria, sings her Spanish tunes
Stella laughs and dances our dance

Jimmy plays the strings to fire and ash
Chris beats the drums like an angry demon
Portia paints scenes that bring tears
Chloe makes her black and whites burst with every colour

They gather on my floors
I lay on the pillows and smile for them
With my liquor
They tell me I'm pretty

Catch my tears in mason jars
Moonshine passed between artists and lips
My house can't hold them all
We lack a banjo

Some "rap" some sing
Some write others paint
We all argue and fuss
Its a scene of crazy great

How I wish you all were here too

Last Saturday, portia and Joey left with black eyes and busted lips. Fighting in the yard over politics. Politics and anything to do with this subject have since been banned from my door. They gather here to sing and play for me this eve. How lucky am I?

Mar 2017 Winn

Some gems are hard to find

Mar 2017 Winn

sunprincess

Some gems are hard to find

"Very difficult," says a little fairy
sitting all alone by herself
near a little singing brooke

and me, i was sitting by a tree
reading my poetry book
she cried to whom, i know not

"alas, finding real true love
is so very difficult"
i heard her say, and i thought
to myself, i must agree

---------

#love #true #fairy

Mar 2017 Winn

Why we're Poets (Moment People)

Mar 2017 Winn

SG Holter

Why we're Poets (Moment People)

Why does rain smell?
How come leaves make that
Crunching sound when walked
Upon in autumn? That
Great October Sound.

We love seconds and minutes.
Hours and days are for the
Weak,
Weeks and years for the
Hopeless romantics.

Nothing hopeless
About our romance.
We just shut up and take it in.
Love? Photo album in words?
Yes.

We know it.
It's like laughing when her
Dog Shelby
Kisses me, and I kiss her back,
Wet snout and all,

And she carries that kiss to her
Owner;
So beautiful by the mirror,
Asking me:
Should I wear the black or the

Purple dress? and I lean back
And enjoy her trying them
On.
We are the Moment People.
We snapshot microseconds

And capture them
Like this.
This is why we're poets.
We help them remember.
We write for the ones we love.