"levine" poems
I, too, would ease my old car to a stop
on the side of some country road
and count the stars or admire a sunset
or sit quietly through an afternoon....
I'd open the door and go walking
like James Wright across a meadow,
where I might touch a pony's ear and
break into blossom; or, like Hayden
Carruth, sustained by the sight
of cows grazing in pastures at night,
I'd stand speechless in the great darkness;
I'd even search on some well-traveled road
like Phil Levine in this week's New Yorker,
the poet driving his car to an orchard
outside the city where, for five dollars,
he fills a basket with ********* apples.
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I'm sitting the passenger's seat
of a bright blood orange 1973 Ford Pinto.
Adam Levine is driving.
We talk about the weather,
and sing along to some Hall and Oates on the radio.
(By the way, he nails those high notes—
just like Adam Levine should.)
In the interim, we share a pint of
Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte ice cream—
a flavor which we both agree
is subpar and a total disappointment.
As he passes the pint back to me,
he admits that his abs in half the photos
you see in People magazine are Photoshopped,
and pats his little round belly in jest.
I confess that I can always identify
even the most flawless Photoshop jobs—
and honestly, I don't think
he is the sexiest man alive anyway.
We have a laugh after that one, Adam and me,
and devour the silence for a bit before
I lean in and ask him if he even knows
where he's taking us.
He leans in too and makes some brief,
but serious eye contact,
(his eyes are hazel, by the way),
and he says something to me
that I really need to hear.
“It doesn't matter
if I know where we're going, Bitsy.
You can always get there from here.”
I lean back in my seat
and smile as I watch the world streak by.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
Over and over
Your mother
Your job
The system
The cheats
The liars
Your excuses
Eventually most meet truth
For a minute
Feel the power
Ownership
This couch feels good
© Mike Levine 2021
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 7:18 PM UTC
Mr Earth meets Madame Fire,
A stable man of intellect,
Charisma very much intact,
A logical fellow,
Manners of perfection noted,
Meditating on his issues,
Sometimes rather pessimistic,
Very sensual,
Rather ****** by design,
Tested waters thoroughly,
Before strolling into my bright light,
Not giving into love initially,
Can feel jealousy bite,
But **** he won't admit it,
There was another poet born on his special day,
Philip Levine,poetry must be written in the stars,
Madame Leo,
So dramatic,
Writes with mental pen of magic,
An uncomplicated soul,
Like him, She strives to be the best,
Loves to take central place in his affection,
Offers adoration as well as admiration,
This strong honest leader,
Likes to dominate,
With patience in care,
A masterpiece in passion,
This leonine lady will cross the ocean to find him,
So she can share her tender touch,
Whenever the time is right,
A four star combination with lots of light hearted love!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
Rereading the poems of others
and my own. Community across
time and graves. What's left
exceeds in significance
one's last moment. Yet
his last moment must have been
exceedingly important
for the poet.
Nothing he did that day will seem meaningful.
While we prosecute the war
a pileated woodpecker and red squirrel
compete for sunflower seeds.
A winter slow
to assert itself.
I can still see my mother's father and his bowl
of filberts, almonds, walnuts
quiet weekday mornings.
Both grandfathers read sports
pages religiously. I don't know
if my grandmother who gave me the
anthology of, to date, dated
unreadable poems read poetry.
I remember my mother's mother spoke
rarely as an animal.
Writing but not knowing where I'm going
unlike Joan Didion justly
cannibalizing candidates
who didn't read the Constitution, Bill of Rights or
Federalist Papers. It's late,
I have not vacuumed or shopped for food.
Instead I reread
Phil Levine's Salami.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
The Girl I Mean To Be Lyrics
"The Girl I Mean To Be" was written by Levine Lucy Simon; Norman Marsha.
I need a place where I can go
Where I can whisper what I know
Where I can whisper who I like
And where I go to see them
I need a place where I can hide
Where no one sees my life inside
Where I can make my plans and write them down
So I can read them
A place where I can bid my heart be still
And it will mind me
A place where I can go when I am lost
And there I will find me
I need a place to spend the day
Where no one says to go or stay
Where I can take my pen and draw
The girl I mean to be
SONGWRITERS
LEVINE LUCY SIMON; NORMAN MARSHA
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
sitting in the car, radio on
a poet died today
his name was Phillip Levine
87 years old
a good substantial lifetime
"Found Poetry On Detroit's Assembly Lines"
he wrote about assembly line workers all his life
how boring one may think
but for me something clicked
poets are just lovers, synonymous
finding beauty in the dust and streetlamp light
taking it in and falling deeply for years
there are those with many love affairs
but Phillip was a loyal partner
Detroit assembly lines his lifelong fiancee
making him raw, bringing him meaning
to him, the world
and to share it was all that mattered.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
*I rode all day,
I cried all night.
The moon didn't glow,
The stars didn't rise.
A comet blazed
Between my eyes.
West and south,
Wind and rain.
Every way is
Just the same.
Pray give me a box
To hide inside
Pray give me a *****
To dig my grave.*
~GC Levine, from Fairest
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
I have a couple of ‘research for credit’ classes this semester and I’m spending a lot of time with my TAs. Teaching Assistants (grad students) are essentially approachable professors with longer office hours, faster response times and a willingness to spend a little time walking me through options, so I understand the material and don’t charge-off in some crazy direction. I have a flawless record of wasting time on the wrong things at the wrong times, so I never feel silly or dumb asking questions.
AM I having fun yet? Yeah, I am.
A bell dings. Let the fighters enter the ring.
There’s a gathering of things, then we rush for the wings.
Students are bolting from classes, like riders out of rodeo shoots.
Focused faces, off to the races, phones appear from a hundred places.
Outside, a cool, brisk breeze moves paper-mâché clouds, across the blue-dome sky.
Squirrels freeze from their thieving, and watch this sudden, noisy invasion of their world.
There’s a bee-like buzz of conversations, from ahead, behind and in doppler passing.
“Question six - was that right - what are you wearing to the thing tonight?”
My tummy growls for some lunch time relief - a plea for a snack - or coffee’s appeasement.
I glance at my watch, there’s no time. I leave the path for the grass;
I have an immediate class! Why are people so slow?
I get heinous looks - it’s grass people - kiss my *** people.
I squeeze sideways in the crush to enter the Kline Biology Tower, atop science hill.
In the hallway I find Lisa, we share the next class. “Do you have a granola bar?” I ask.
“I’ve got two,” she brags, fishing one out, as we drop our bookbags.
As I moan with pleasure, she chuckles at the relief on my face.
The TA announces, ”You should have papers, pass ‘em, please.”
.
.
Songs for this:
Home by Luke Chiang
No Other Plans by Sunny Levine
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 12:48 AM UTC
The Quest (complete)
Bruce Levine
And I don’t mean The Impossible Dream, because the only thing impossible is that one can never reach the end and, in one sense, maybe the quest is the end unto itself.
If one can never reach the end of the quest
Is the quest, then, an impossible dream?
Or is the quest the end unto itself?
Or, maybe, the quest is the end unto itself.
There is no such thing as an impossible dream
Because the only thing impossible is that one can never reach the end
And, in one sense, maybe the quest is the end unto itself
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Gold Gold, Magic Paradise;
Milk and dairy, chickens then lie.
Marseille is it a good day without a crown?
I'm sick then it would be a thing
of the old green star. I have learned
of love || Love wants to express
While the controversy is for playing yellow.
The child in the dark, Juan? Please,
Enter the correct policy. In the night, tonight,
Go out and be quiet with a garden.
what is said to be and laughter. Levine
unfortunately, dragons Black and FG,
and 500 meters of white. big. Some products
They are blood and DNA. Dear? Throwing
of the ball. I have died and eliminated
the library of teenagers in the cradle,
and a sandwich member of the military
Kim department / silver tip, other tools
and honors. A supply of energy.
for the cattle. Disobedience, thoughts
and the ideas. Golden fish and vegan:
Check the size of the Give me your nose.
of the food in this field the spongy gardening,
Drip, blood. It's just a lie for the <wizard>
Except Salvador, Milk and that the Jews
at all. The swan spirit has filled it,
but in China, the colors are really vivid, fresh,
Saturday barbarian stabbed in yellow.
Yellow yellow and monkeys. Giant green
sheet? Please write the right to a lawyer.
night in this day and night? Will remain
The plant has been placed in gold,
In gold, and in the night. There is no death
in Lewellyn; the Dragon is a frog and others
Characteristic of the shoes. Commander
Of Vicky's death force, Another aspect.
Of the ancient and ascending pages 500, Of eels.
And another obstacle to a disciplinary station
is the names from the cities of the ancient days ||
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
I need a place where I can go
Where I can whisper what I know
Where I can whisper who I like
And where I go to see them
I need a place where I can hide
Where no one sees my life inside
Where I can make my plans and write them down
So I can read them
A place where I can bid my heart be still
And it will mind me
A place where I can go when I am lost
And there I will find me
I need a place to spend the day
Where no one says to go or stay
Where I can take my pen and draw
The girl I mean to be
Songwriters
Levine Lucy Simon; Norman Marsha
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
Here we go again,
here's where i start to complain
and you pretend to know my pain.
each time it's harder to explain,
when i'm always feeling the same.
My mind is stuck in a maze
and i thought it was just a phase.
I can't seem to run or hide
The silence is killing me inside.
My feelings are kept aside
where my heart is left on a broken ride.
like adam levine says "I lied to my heart
because i thought you felt it"
and now i'm trying to forget it.
Take the very last breath left in me
exhale it into the sea, let it
flow and i'd finally be free.
The light begins to fade away
and my skies are filled with grey
I get on my knees and pray,
pray for a godforsaken light
as I sit alone in this cold lonely night.
I wanna tell you how i feel,
yell out to you so you would hear
but every time i see you
nothings clear, i close my eyes
and you disappear.
They say i'll know when love is real,
but it's hard to believe
when you're committing to a devils deal.
Love is a curse and a damsel in distress
we are fooled by what we see
angels that are devils in all reality.
We inhale toxic that are human beings
we let them in so deep,
they clog up what we need in order to breathe.
They devour the blood in our veins,
leaving us with nothing but insanity in our brains.
I'm a train wreck and I've mislead my way
trying to find a will to live another day.
I can honestly say i'm lost,
there's nothing left of me but my ghost.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
We are not an absolute
one day to be fodder
for the Earth
She will consume us
after we have had enough
for we are cyclical beings
waning always waning
fading into frequencies
of rearranging patterns
I'd like to think
we have an eternity
to come back again
if necessary
to try on new flesh
to eat again
at the bounty of Earth
Feb 26, 2023
Feb 26, 2023 at 5:27 AM UTC
a polyamorous couple moves from chicago
to new zealand
things were getting so bad in the states
they both tweeted on a daily basis
multiple times per day
once situated they began to lecture the locals
on the racist colonials who racistly named the country new zealand
when the real name could only ever be aotearoa
"here in aotearoa, things are so much better than in the states"
they would tweet on a daily basis
before moving to aotearoa, the female of the couple
sold her son to a man named richard levine
richard levine killed several hundred elderly people
and can currently be found advocating that children watch ****
and amputate their body parts
richard levine and aotearoa are always where it's at for polyamorous couples from chicago
a friend from chicago sent flowers on a regular basis
and the woman of the couple tweeted how the flowers were lovely
but she would rather have received money instead of the flowers
her next tweet was about how she had a talk with the friend who sent the flowers and how he agreed to send her money instead
there was also an earlier tweet about how another friend from chicago died recently
"it's sad because he gave people in the kink community a lot of money to help them out financially"
tweeted the woman of the couple who sold her son to richard levine.
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 12:34 AM UTC
the two tall cans
horizontally lined up to each other
again
how quickly years can go by,
3,5,6,7 and so on
the more years that go by
the faster they go by
maybe it started
with a surprise, an unexpected win
and ended with a disappointed dream
a truth that just couldn't be changed
such filth in this world
such beginning of sorrows
woes of Isaiah and so on
a truth that will never be changed
defectively loved children
and stupid nasty mothers
from india
he/him/demon/jeffrey marsh
richard levine in a skirt
you feel too safe with trannys in the military
no problem with trudeau throw away canadians
diapered biden, turbaned canadian, uk and so on
third world greed
and so on
bereft and garbage scrunched,
valerie jarret really does look like an apely primate
a dead ringer
threads and more threads
rats bought for food, mouths fulls of rats and mangy *****
and a truth that can never be changed
just look at you now
mouths full of rats and mangy *****
whites are indigenous to europe
***** in the streets
third world greed and so on
just look at you then
the more years go by
the faster they go by
have you heard about the beginning of sorrows?
a good dream would be one
where mark zuckerberg and zelinsky were
hanging motionless side by side
a dead ringer
small little disgusting men approved by disgusting people
and so on.
Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 4:35 AM UTC
Check out my mind,
Beaming in the sunshine,
One time, one time,
Yo check the diamond bezel,
Kin to the devil's,
But at the same level,
Of God how odd,
Is that imagine black,
With no evil behind that,
Or brothers on corners with gats,
Yeah I'm sitting notorious,
Analyze the glorious,
And hoes that ignored us,
Made now, see the money serves us,
No need for payment plans,
When you got unlimited bands,
I stand at ease,
When mother nature takes a breeze,
Onto my skin,
Let me shell from within,
Heal within, the darkness casted in,
Yo I'm still grinning,
Everyday winning even though
We living, past the sinning,
Still got scars from Cain,
Now I'm onto Mary Jane's, yeah she
Still doing her thang,
The *** is fat, take a nice hit to her back,
Eases my mind,
Focus in on a grind,
See the angels walking the shadows,
I break barriers and plateaus,
Just to show,
The realness I flip, word to Fats Domino,
Laying keys on the piano,
So feel the tempo,
Fast to slow, ghetto rocks for you soul,
Mad man cycles,
Scripts like Aristotle, Glocks punching
Like Listons combos,
Expose foes,
Leave em in wet clothes, ya know
How it goes,
We aim for seven figures, don't think of me as a *****
I'm feeling bigger,
Bigger than the rest, say it with my chest,
Carved out a lions heart,
Now we one, Mufusa son, watch for the wilder beast, capeech,
Word to B I G, propped on ya TV, ya can't avoid me, I'm up early,
As bacon and eggs,
I'll leave ya blood empty, drippin, like
That milk from Craig,
Watch what I seys, I speak wisdom and no need for a fez,
I got mathematics supreme, ****** fiend, purple dot third eye beams,
Though the streets is mean,
I'll still smile, before the murder's intervene,
Watch for the inner scope,
Not speaking Mister Levine,
Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 12:59 PM UTC