"eds" poems
I've used them on my windows
To see the clear outside,
If I read the Op-eds,
I shudder, shuttered and hide.
I've spread them 'neath my plates and cups,
My shelves all neat and tidy;
But the headlines made it clear to me
My glass is more half empty.
They had a place in the litter box
For **** to scratch and squat;
I laid them round my garden plants,
They made fine insect traps.
Rolled and twirled they'd start a fire,
I could fold them into hats.
They cleaned the grease from BBQs,
And they're safe to pick up glass.
Crumple them for packaging,
They work as school book covers;
Add water and some flour,
To shape papier mache lovers.
Fold seeds in them to germinate,
Then use them for compost;
There's many ways to employ
Your Times and local Post.
But I won't subscribe to Dailies
For the felling of our trees;
And yet I miss my papers,
And the ways they worked for me.
But when enthroned,
You'll hear me grouse,
*There's no **** paper in this *********
My cell works well to scroll and swipe,
But it's only good for a virtual wipe.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
I daydream that the
recruiters go out of their way
not to promise dates and even
marriage with **** Nordic blond
beautiful co-eds for the players.
I daydream that they the recruiter bring
in local so-called cool jet set
types to add spice to the recruiting
process.
I daydream that the recruiters
take notice of whether the local
layout of the campus is ideal for the players
and that they show 'em around
the campus and in the city or town (including
"campus town") of the respective schools.
I daydream that they definitely
don't promise under the table money
and everything is on the up and up.
I daydream that they
emphasize the liberal arts programs
of the respective colleges
and suggest to the players that the
combination of a good liberal arts education
and skills learned in sports could lead to a good position later on.
I daydream that they emphasize
the building up of what I call
the two key faces of college football
and basketball programs - depth
and balance of the players.
I daydream that they emphasize
that the players obey conduct rules.
I daydream that they emphasize
the well-roundedness of their
respective programs.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
Longing for clouds in shallow ground.
To go back to the place i was found.
The whispers of wind crossing my breath.
In every instant I can see the clocks turn.
Have i come to myself to learn?
In these times of cloudy days iv learned to frown.
Become a clown...
Cover my face...
Live in secret....
In a nightmarish place.
Its all i can do to survive in this space
There is no grace in this empty place
No space.....
No space at all....
In this empty place.
Looking back threw the pages I awaken the memory.
I live in my thoughts in an enigmatic place.
Not clear where the others are.
Its all i can do to survive in this...
There is no space in this empty place.
No space....
No space at all....
In this empty space.
In dream my reality is delusion...
In walking my delusions are dream.
So cold of dreams I welcome to finally fill.
The chill has become so sharp I cant take this part.
Its all i can do to survive in this.....
There is no space in this empty place.
No space.......
No space at all......
In this empty space.
Have i come to myself to learn?
I have to face.......
that someone else needs to fill that space.
No space......
No space......
In the empty space.
Not clear where the others are..... I have left that place.
Left that place......
Left that place....
That painful place.
Clouds in shallow grounds.
*Living with Chiari Malformation, Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS) and Dysautonomia
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
A flame wihout its
heat is as useless as a poetry without a thought.
What is man without a soul? Can he be called human at all? How
useful is an empty house that stands on a barren hill? A man
not capable of thinking? A blank book? Or a sun without the grace of a fire? How good is
the wind without the trees? Or the birds that worship its strength? How good is the ocean without
the fishes? Or the human that embraces its wealth? All things are interconnected and interdependent.
Like air to mankind and to the trees. And trees to mankind and to the soil. Like air to the waters.
Waters to mankind. Waters to the soil. As fire to man as to the trees. Mankind to the trees and
to the soil. And trees to the soil, fire to the soil, man, fire. Fire and man. The fire within a man. Enflaming
the soul of another man. We are all relatives in the dance of life. We are integral part of the earth.
The air, the waters, the sun and the moon. Everything is hitched to everything else. The air,
the waters, the sun and the moon. The salt of the ocean is in our blood. The calcium of the rocks
is in our bones. The genes of ten thousand generations is in our cells. The fire of the sun king is in our spirits. The might of the winds is in our lungs. The most powerful element of the universe is in our hearts. The mighty winds
rage and we bend for them. The fields yield and we kneel for them. The blossoms open and we rejoice.
One could not pluck a flower without hurting a star. The wolves could not haunt for a
meal without troubling a heart. An atom could not deteriorate without worrying
the universe. But along
the way man seems
to forget. And most
of the time, man does
not pay attention to
its depth. Man be-
comes too ignorant
to understand. That
man is the heart of it
all. The pulse that keeps
the system alive. Man ne-
eds not observe but feel. M
an needs to penetrate quite-
ly as earthworms. Underst-
ands as soils absorb water. Pon-
der as the winds gather strength. Spread
as the vines that overrun the yard. Let your flame be the
guiding light.Do not let it be the fire that burns.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
We followed the girl with the flossy blonde wig
like she were the march hare- late late late.
I was in an art deco trapeze top and size 3 blue jeans,
Lord & Taylor boots I bought with a 100 dollar gift card.
15, freshly single, pregamed,
and ready to blend in with the co-eds.
Flossy Blonde was short and thin- in a red number
walking way fast to the apartment I think we were invited to.
The crew I was with was incredibly drunk and incredibly gay
and I couldn't wait to go to a real party.
Flossy Blonde disappears into a doorway-
with generic flashing dorm-room lights
spilling out of it
along with cigarette brigades
of Tweedle dee
and Tweedle dum.
I didn't know it then,
but those seniors couldn't escape expectation.
There was a pole installed in the middle of the room.
A caterpillar man in a tiny suit and bow tie, big hipster glasses,
was grinding to Gaga on it,
There was no tea-
but everyone was equipped with
jungle juice that made them bigger or smaller.
Flossy blonde was there getting her drink on,
throwing her hips around.
Her cotton-tail wiggled a little.
Passion red lights flashed on her outfit.
I danced with her, and this
what would now be called "bro"
but then just an unavoidable deterrence
with a fractioned hat.
My vision was getting blurry-
must have been the kool-aid.
And now my memory is, too,
because I keep thinking
The Queen of Hearts was there cheering us on-
Because a purple cat meowed "We want to see you kiss!"
And so I gave Flossy Blonde a sloppy one-
and the room erupted with lava loudness,
ruckus and applause.
She giggled a little-
as we sat on a love seat,
I proceeded to exclaim,
"I kiss way better when I'm not sloshed."
and then I woke up under a tree.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
Someday our face will be on the t-shirts of college co-eds
They will have the silhouette of our face on their dorm room walls
We will be hailed as revolutionaries
As visionaries
As the ones that got things changed
The Man will try to forget us
Make others forget about us
The Man will try to ruin our name
Try to ruin what we stand for
We won’t let them
We will remind them daily
We are here
We are everywhere
We are the revolution of revolt
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
It hard to know
Why i was expelled
From the fundamentals of poetry.
Each day
Like a loyal monk
i played my flute
With the basket
Over my head.
As the lemmings
Passed
In quadrangles of co-eds.
For everything i must remember
Something must be forgotten.
Often the days
Of learning
Have attempted to remove
Both the marrow and my intuition
From my bones.
Learning is to suppress
Creativity within
Like a poor mouse
Dreams of cheese.
In the first graduation
A woman matriculated
From Adam’s rib.
Into my textbook
i stuffed the snowflakes
i have cut craftiness
With my artless intellect.
Learning
Is ego
And i am
Priest of nothingness.
Some times
The best koans
Make ice-cream cones.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
dear lover
I think you tried to use
Cupid's bow on m- e, well I guess it
worked. You hit me in the heart
We fell in love. We kissed. We
hugged. We put on a show
for our friends to laugh
at. But then it
stopped
**I
think
the poison
left my heart
and made realize
what a fool I was. You
hurt my heart, you didn't
heal it from the pain of the past
I hope you realize that instead of
pulling the arrow out gently, You let
it break inside of me. And now you want
my heart back? No it's gone. I put it on a higher
shelf for those who truly care. If you want my heart back
you'll need a taller chair. My heart doesn't want you now**
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so
dear
former lover
if you really care
find another person
who knows how to fall
for a heart breaker because
now I know w- hy it's called
falling in lov- e and why it's
called a crush. I really hope you
find a lover who's as gullible as you
love,
me
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Where do society's extremists abide?
Rallies and Racists go side by side.
BBQs offer up well-done bigots;
On Jordan's lap dance the zealots.
Dogmatists rant in wild front rows,
True believers don't put on such shows?
Sexists cower in coastal Compounds,
Sects marry often in Salt Lake towns.
Troglodytes tan beneath southern suns.
Sepratists hold their final stand
On this side of The Rio Grande;
Fanatics occupy far Left and Right,
Partisans Op Eds are meant to enlight.
Mysoginists grab till they have blisters,
Huns and louts date brothers and sisters.
Philistines take our private spaces,
And whistle-blowers can't show their faces.
Of all the ists I know and abhor,
The musicist is a bigoted boor;
A connoisseur I abjure,
Who chooses tunes he insists
Are superior than my interests,
And disses tunes I like best.
So now I'll lay my needle down,
I've turned the table that goes round,
And plead musicists won't hesitate
To enjoy the tunes... don't discriminate.
May 19, 2023
May 19, 2023 at 9:41 AM UTC
Oh wow lookie there!
What a marvelous creature
If you look closely over there you'll be able to see it
a wild hidden disability!
Usually they are invisible to the untrained eye
But I, Stene Irwiv will show you how you can sometimes spot them!
Now all of them look different, but here are a few examples.
See that buddy over there? I've been watching over this lad for a while now
Notice how he walks slowly almost like a waddle?
He also stops to rest more often than the usual guy
He's not lazy! just sore.
Make sure to be careful and don't touch him unexpectedly!
See my friend here has Fibromyalgia, it causes widespread chronic pain.
It can also cause migraines, mood swings, and memory issues
but remember, since these symptoms are usually invisible on the surface
this disability is often overlooked or even called fake by strangers,
but also doctors! ******
This next one is a doozy
my mate right here looks pretty average on first glance,
but if you look closer you might be able to spot what makes her so special.
This lovely lady right here has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome.
Because of the defect in her collagen,
her skin and ligaments are unusually stretchy.
if you were to touch her skin you might feel that it is very soft and fragile
and when she stands you might see her knees and other joints bend back farther that usual.
She's not just 'double jointed' though,
because of the stretchy ligaments, she and others with EDS are at risk of joint dislocations and chronic pain everyday!
EDS doesn't just cause pain though,
it can also increases a person's risk of ***** rupture or heart problems!
Double ******
Remember though, these disabilities can't always be seen
so don't judge people prematurely.
You see, the person you think is lazy for sitting in the handicapped seats on the bus,
or maybe the person parked in a handicapped spot who appears to be fine,
or even just the people walking down the street,
any one of them might have an invisible disability.
but just because they are invisible, that doesn't mean they aren't real.
I hope you all enjoyed the show.
I'm Stene Irwiv, and this has been Chronic Illness Hunter.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
a need me sanity back
as anybody seen it?
salways in da las place ya look
so me eds up me ****
just in case irrappears
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
For three Voices
First Voice:
What is an ilk?
Second Voice:
Well, they got ‘em up in Montana, you know,
And Canada, and them countries like that
And they got horns and stuff; you can hunt ‘em
They make good eatin’, or that’s what they say
Third Voice:
Naw, man, ilks is what attaches to boats
That’s why you got to scrape the hulls each year
They’re kinda like sea urchins or barnacles
They make good eatin’, or that’s what they say
First Voice:
I read about ilks in the op-eds each day -
They make good eatin’, or that’s what they say
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
Suddenly you've gone
Togetherness is not long
I miss you deeply my son
My only one
With your death, you've taught me all the facts
How to understand the disease called EDS
Too much complex! It presented problems no one could accept
You were bearing these on your death bed
Pain! days and nights
Your spines were not that right
Muscle spasm on your backside
So do your heart and even your eye sights
Moving slow
Enema ***** helped to pass down the flow
That is called 'diarrhoea overflow'
You've suffered all these... no one knows
I couldn't sleep till the first light
Now forty days and forty nights
These nights were the worst nights in life
I must overcome to be right
Missing you is my only right
Can't see solace on my way tonight
Thar Thar! My son!
Wakes up!
And help me to survive first
Then advise me how to live my life
To my late son Nanda Phyo Win who passed away on 1st September 2020
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC
Color’s dervish, wanton rays
bark big waves out to little eyes -
surmise that they could live so bright,
or cut their burden down in middle flight
with Pantone Answer. Limber fantasies
hung dainty on the wire, we blast
a spectrum: chilling op-eds,
townless crier making hay
from sunny days’ hot take.
Alarm us! Twist like windy satchels
full of Great Divide
between the Haves and Left-Behind.
And as the bank vanishes wage,
we colors come of age
in numbers borne to rap
the sounding toll upon its steady head
and leave for dead his monuments
to Avarice, Big Dollar pulled in tow -
it’s too much meat, you know.
Too sufferful for show
when corny love could fit the bill:
high-mounting, climbing still.
Arrest the cold diversions from
your living-time and feel the sun
whenever possible; the harbingers
of war will tremble color-ward
and drop the gun.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
droplets raked the dirt
pouring
pounding the sleep from our eyes
the kind that Netflix and Hollywood send to sets
where the ground is scorched
where we mourn the hads and thens
the eds and the whens
and we dance in the puddles
and the creeks
and wish for sunnier days
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC