"laminating" poems - Hello Poetry

the job of the artist is to be luminous and dangerous *luminous to others by being dangerous to themselves when the words are ripped from the chest, atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes, starburst fireworks, luminous and dangerous, luminating the shared night, laminating your truths, in poems disguised* and so the job, our work, begins

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Jun 30, 2018

Jun 30, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC

sir-humbug

the job of the artist /luminous and dangerous

the job of the artist is to be luminous and dangerous *luminous to others by being dangerous to themselves when the words are ripped from the chest, atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes, starburst fireworks, luminous and dangerous, luminating the shared night, laminating your truths, in poems disguised* and so the job, our work, begins

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five years ago, June 2018, I, poet Sir Humbug, wrote:that the job of the artist was to be luminous and dangerous <> *the job of the artist is to be luminous and dangerous luminous to others by being dangerous to themselves when the words are ripped from the chest, atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes, starburst fireworks, luminous and dangerous, luminating the shared night, laminating your truths, in poems disguised and so the job, our work, begins* <> five years on, somethings have changed, indeed, the dangers of being luminous, clarifying and exposing, the requisite badge of courage, need-be more desperately earned the work is more risky, as the rules of now are none, and the risk of good taste, thoughtful caring, exposing you innards outwardly, so easy to demean and sadly that titillates the iliterati like a fire-working fireflies flashing, their in-concert of ligh attracts the oohs and aahs but too, the restless for glory, opinionated blowhard, whose critical boundaries of ill will are boundless yet, write on, right on to be where courage be the sticking point! your verbs must be pointy, your direction true, adjectives of modest innovation, craft harder, then harder again, for the work must be honest in a manner most delicate now is the time of subtlety - if one must bang pots to be heard, that you to are but a noisemaker, a loser, an addition to those lost in the din quiet passion, thoughtful insight to inside, to the tender parts, will rule the day and the blow smokers will rue the day, as their pretenses chafe and flail wayside, and your words, be like sightings of new lands where you take us utterly beholden, willing explorers to places most wonderfully luminous and dangerous!

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Jul 10, 2023

Jul 10, 2023 at 11:25 PM UTC

sir-humbug

5 years later, the artist returns to his first job: being luminous and dangerous

five years ago, June 2018, I, poet Sir Humbug, wrote:that the job of the artist was to be luminous and dangerous <> *the job of the artist is to be luminous and dangerous luminous to others by being dangerous to themselves when the words are ripped from the chest, atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes, starburst fireworks, luminous and dangerous, luminating the shared night, laminating your truths, in poems disguised and so the job, our work, begins* <> five years on, somethings have changed, indeed, the dangers of being luminous, clarifying and exposing, the requisite badge of courage, need-be more desperately earned the work is more risky, as the rules of now are none, and the risk of good taste, thoughtful caring, exposing you innards outwardly, so easy to demean and sadly that titillates the iliterati like a fire-working fireflies flashing, their in-concert of ligh attracts the oohs and aahs but too, the restless for glory, opinionated blowhard, whose critical boundaries of ill will are boundless yet, write on, right on to be where courage be the sticking point! your verbs must be pointy, your direction true, adjectives of modest innovation, craft harder, then harder again, for the work must be honest in a manner most delicate now is the time of subtlety - if one must bang pots to be heard, that you to are but a noisemaker, a loser, an addition to those lost in the din quiet passion, thoughtful insight to inside, to the tender parts, will rule the day and the blow smokers will rue the day, as their pretenses chafe and flail wayside, and your words, be like sightings of new lands where you take us utterly beholden, willing explorers to places most wonderfully luminous and dangerous!

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Along our journey Carved in stone The words read "The path from here on, Must be walked alone." The mournful cry Tears of betray Laminating the path One walks astray But you and I Need not have this faith For even the pilgrims Lose their way Although lost and drifting in time Through the desert's barren beauty You are my saving rain And it is true Our trail may wind But it shall never part As you forever remain The keeper of my heart

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Dec 24, 2023

Dec 24, 2023 at 7:31 PM UTC

unspoken-words

Saving Rain

Along our journey Carved in stone The words read "The path from here on, Must be walked alone." The mournful cry Tears of betray Laminating the path One walks astray But you and I Need not have this faith For even the pilgrims Lose their way Although lost and drifting in time Through the desert's barren beauty You are my saving rain And it is true Our trail may wind But it shall never part As you forever remain The keeper of my heart

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the lean stammer of long balking *** froths diligently on my lady's bones and it plastics a largeness heading southern sea to lake and fire perpendicular unraveling senses. a mire of spitted tongues or saliva all a laminating her magic gaggle of crumbling... ***** and notch; twin ecstatic jumbled notes in discorded unity of tentative lips... mymy mym y my my mymym y my yoke, my egg, my scorpion. ***** me quickly venom i'll a sprung!

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Dec 15, 2010

Dec 15, 2010 at 11:46 AM UTC

patrick-wakefield-1

the lean stammer of long balking ***

the lean stammer of long balking *** froths diligently on my lady's bones and it plastics a largeness heading southern sea to lake and fire perpendicular unraveling senses. a mire of spitted tongues or saliva all a laminating her magic gaggle of crumbling... ***** and notch; twin ecstatic jumbled notes in discorded unity of tentative lips... mymy mym y my my mymym y my yoke, my egg, my scorpion. ***** me quickly venom i'll a sprung!

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Pulling out of the drive through, trying to turn left. Look left, clear. Look right, busy. Wait for right, waiting waiting. Clear, pull through. "WAIT! Don't go" slam on breaks sit partly into intersection i place my hand on your knee, i see you trying to swallow, hoping i don't notice while you giggle half-heartidly in attempts to trick me. "That would have been me....." "can we not..." as I try to make you feel better. 2 hours later i sit on your bed reading A Thousand Splendid Suns as you play some game (???) on your computer. Skullcandy earbuds followed by a prehistoric lamination machine, much like this poem. laminating those moments within my plastic sheet-brain

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Nov 9, 2013

Nov 9, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC

leahleah757

Wendy's, (although dying with you would be preferred)

Pulling out of the drive through, trying to turn left. Look left, clear. Look right, busy. Wait for right, waiting waiting. Clear, pull through. "WAIT! Don't go" slam on breaks sit partly into intersection i place my hand on your knee, i see you trying to swallow, hoping i don't notice while you giggle half-heartidly in attempts to trick me. "That would have been me....." "can we not..." as I try to make you feel better. 2 hours later i sit on your bed reading A Thousand Splendid Suns as you play some game (???) on your computer. Skullcandy earbuds followed by a prehistoric lamination machine, much like this poem. laminating those moments within my plastic sheet-brain

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2 drops of tear Travel down her side eye Flowing consecutively on a loop Yet falling into oblivion Breaking free from her once ethereal sockets As the icy sideline waves ravage her mind Consuming every evidence of hope she once embodied Trapped she is beneath layers of ice Ice so thick to break through Yet clear enough so you know she is there. 2 drops of tear (O once upon a time they were) Fall not from his side eye Deposit instead in the reservoir of him Quietly wearing away the gypsum norms on which he stands Like the Mosul Dam o he knows Still his paintbrush daily he holds Laminating his façade in fifty shades of hegemony blue. ©Belema.S.Ekine

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Apr 7, 2017

Apr 7, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC

belemascribbles

2 SIDES OF THE COIN

2 drops of tear Travel down her side eye Flowing consecutively on a loop Yet falling into oblivion Breaking free from her once ethereal sockets As the icy sideline waves ravage her mind Consuming every evidence of hope she once embodied Trapped she is beneath layers of ice Ice so thick to break through Yet clear enough so you know she is there. 2 drops of tear (O once upon a time they were) Fall not from his side eye Deposit instead in the reservoir of him Quietly wearing away the gypsum norms on which he stands Like the Mosul Dam o he knows Still his paintbrush daily he holds Laminating his façade in fifty shades of hegemony blue. ©Belema.S.Ekine

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC

neverland2015

Excellent for those

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Attached to a body that I want to bend out of Practicing for the day I return my sand to the beach Laminating all the times the brilliance in my smile swallowed my pride whole Accepting the opportunity to flush out the karma that made my soul rotten There is generosity stitched into my teeth Manners under my nose and grace carved into the back of my heels A direct reflection of the Human in God

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Nov 6, 2015

Nov 6, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC

dondenlowe

I can smell the change

Attached to a body that I want to bend out of Practicing for the day I return my sand to the beach Laminating all the times the brilliance in my smile swallowed my pride whole Accepting the opportunity to flush out the karma that made my soul rotten There is generosity stitched into my teeth Manners under my nose and grace carved into the back of my heels A direct reflection of the Human in God

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Not under midnight, not over morning, Under a roof, as it seems to be. Theoretically flailing words in a keyboard, Sitting within four concrete walls. Blotting out nonsense, On hopes of creating sense. Laminating ideas in invisible walls, Thoughts thought to be relevant, Stapled to nothing, becoming nothing. Alluring ideas of randomness, Netting creativity away, Dancing in no rhythm. Closed is not my mind, Or the thoughts that come in, Gyrating is my head, Spinning weaves of cluttered madness.

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC

paene-vivit

Mechanisms in my Head

Not under midnight, not over morning, Under a roof, as it seems to be. Theoretically flailing words in a keyboard, Sitting within four concrete walls. Blotting out nonsense, On hopes of creating sense. Laminating ideas in invisible walls, Thoughts thought to be relevant, Stapled to nothing, becoming nothing. Alluring ideas of randomness, Netting creativity away, Dancing in no rhythm. Closed is not my mind, Or the thoughts that come in, Gyrating is my head, Spinning weaves of cluttered madness.

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No letters on the desk nor the playlist remained to listen hundreds of time, one more time. I knotted a muffler an hour ago and don't want have a walk to the nearest pole, today too. I sipped a glass of water but lots remained in the glass looked out of the window, it is orange sky. May be my friend forgot to click, he must be playing hide and seek and missed the sky. Yesterday it was raining now, I made a paper boat, rushed to out but my window had not a river then I flew the boat in the sky. Now I am off to a nap I put opened book over my face. I smell it, and I slept then. In my entwined dreams the only thing I remembered was the rays of the Sun laminating through my palm. And this was the Sun of last happy December.

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Mar 9, 2023

Mar 9, 2023 at 2:17 PM UTC

Mujen

Late days

No letters on the desk nor the playlist remained to listen hundreds of time, one more time. I knotted a muffler an hour ago and don't want have a walk to the nearest pole, today too. I sipped a glass of water but lots remained in the glass looked out of the window, it is orange sky. May be my friend forgot to click, he must be playing hide and seek and missed the sky. Yesterday it was raining now, I made a paper boat, rushed to out but my window had not a river then I flew the boat in the sky. Now I am off to a nap I put opened book over my face. I smell it, and I slept then. In my entwined dreams the only thing I remembered was the rays of the Sun laminating through my palm. And this was the Sun of last happy December.

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My eyes shot up, a fast motion from the sink to my face queued laughter and a goosebump waterfall all the way down to my left toe big and soft. I washed my earthy hands as panic spread through my limbs a slow tune. Glossy red shade laminating my sclera. My mind circled around answers to what happened, precious secrets kept solitary - for a quiet night.

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Jun 30, 2025

Jun 30, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC

_chu_une_etoile_filante_

Strawberry Shortcake.

My eyes shot up, a fast motion from the sink to my face queued laughter and a goosebump waterfall all the way down to my left toe big and soft. I washed my earthy hands as panic spread through my limbs a slow tune. Glossy red shade laminating my sclera. My mind circled around answers to what happened, precious secrets kept solitary - for a quiet night.

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