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"meetup" poems
here is now  to what the             heck?          jump out of this year          with that old joint attitude          and leave a mark          like it's too hot for me.                   so quickly                   that burden ate.                    loved the way                    he operates.                       won't let us help. needed it.                       sounded good.               man, what's wrong with less?      let's meet up again sometime soon.            after a few more questions.   let's meetup somewhere                       between                          two am                                   and                                    here.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
qualitative analysis
I've known you for 70 days Within those 70 days I've grown interest in you I've fallen in love with you I've become happier when I'm with you I've started to miss you I wanted us to be more than friends But it took us 70 days To fall apart 70days is such a short period of time But the bond we had The countless meetup and calls we shared Was worth more than 70days But i guess we weren't faithed to be together Yet Those 70days i had with you Was the greatest moment I've ever had And I'll never forget a single day It took me 70days to fall in love And 70days to fall out of love
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
70 Days..
Weather tight mist roaming over ineptitudes follows waterfalls and serpentines. All would be good with crampons, boots and fleece, if prior instructions were  followed but with a misfit  Meetup group half are experienced the rest are the stuff of strugglers break or make every one of them on the  Brecon Beacons
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Misfit feet
With Google Maps Of subway tracks I walked into the world To kicks and claps Of Spotify tracks I walked and bopped and whirled Off to see my Meetup friends To the show from Last.fm It's sad I couldn't be Foursquare mayor But at I least I got some XM They wouldn't get me YouTube likes But I managed to get some Snaps My Facebook mood was kinda rude So I posted on YikYak Waiting, I swiped right on Tinder Emojis, and flirting ensued She sent me her Tumblr, I reblogged her gifs I asked her to Kik me a **** Waiting, I browsed around Etsy Posted the cool stuff to /r/pics Got x-posted to karmaconspiracy Was all “NAH MY GF MADE THIS" Back IRL, ran into coworkers They asked if I’d go down east side I mulled it over briefly and then I simply replied I'll do it for the Instagram I do it for the Vine My phones got charge My credits got charge Lets go and leave it behind I'll see it for the Periscope I'll think it for the Tweet And as soon as I get my Watch Maybe I'll have a heartbeat
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
A night out for myself
I’ll take the honey over vinegar Why shake it when you can stir Ain’t nothing in this life for free But I beg your differ, pardon me If I Could just steal a quick second of your time A Nonverbal marathon, leaves a panting mime We may land the chance, we may cheat fate Take my hand, let’s dance and eat, it’s a date But with a perfect first night, so very complete How can any other time even dare to compete We all just need a little great company to borrow.... Starting a meetup group for procrastinators tomorrow.....
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
An Idiot’s Idiosynchratic Idiom
She had a beautiful smile. It made a glow in the country darkness. She was unconventional for a city girl. She wanted to live in a village. In the openness of a community. Farm in the morning And take a nap in the afternoon Under a tree. She didn’t like the buzz in the city Nor the honk in traffic during rush hour. She preferred the peace of the village And the mooing of cows just before dusk. She wanted a life there. In my village. Wrapped in traditional fabric — leso And traditional ornaments adorning Her hair, her ears and her neck. Her thirst quenched by River Nam’s cool waters. She wanted all that but not for herself alone. She wanted it with me. I was a village boy in the city. The city lights shone life into me. The buzz in the streets kept me alive. I wanted to live here. Go to work in the morning Meetup at the coffee house in the evening Retreat to the gated community by nightfall. I didn’t like the routine of the village Nor the darkness when night came. I felt neat under the suits And accomplished wearing leather strap watches. The ice cold bottled water always felt redeeming And take out felt like living the dream. I wanted a life here, with her by my side. But I left it all for the village
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
She loved the village
The main reason I've tried around five new recipes a week and all of a sudden enjoy cooking and the reason I've bitten my nails down to bone and texted my good friends way too many times fragmented and weeping with questions and the reason I've listened to podcasts minute after minute and audiobooks and ******* Damien Rice's creepy voice saying the words **** you over and over again and have a wishlist on every overpriced bohemian rag site and entered multiple contests guessing Bon Jovi's lyrics to win 50 dollars to Applebees and the reason I drink red white and blue ****** can after can after hours that end with "AM" and the reason I don't feel like hearing my client's problems and catch myself in fantasies about running away or climbing up into trees and staying there for months and the reason I go to angry slam poetry events by myself and watch Sarah Silverman crying on the television and snorting coke or scrub my gums until they bleed to taste the iron with those perfectly prepared meals I even thought about joining a meetup group instead I just met up with my therapist and noticed she's wearing the same sweater I am What the hell is she going to be able to do for me? Take my seventy dollars and run and I keep edibles harbored in the corner of my cheek saving the ounces for the most destitute of moments when I hear I have to eat lunch with my in-laws at Red Robin and be blinded by their white supremacy That's when I get ****** as **** and find it all funny and the reason I sprint into the woods at night and look up at the stars sweaty and haunted and the reason I keep "getting lost" on my way home from work and stalk my ex-boyfriend's babies on Facebook and wet the pages of Charles Bukowski and then watch his documentary and scream at the TV in horror and the reason I buy bags and bags of peanut butter stuffed pretzels and my laugh sounds unnervingly different every day, as if my role keeps changing from **** to lesbian to raging feminist to kitschy wife lover to Eskimo to poet is due to the fact that I am in a long distance relationship with my own life my own soul my screaming energy and robustness my color and craving.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
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The main reason I've tried around five new recipes a week and all of a sudden enjoy cooking and the reason I've bitten my nails down to bone and texted my good friends way too many times fragmented and weeping with questions and the reason I've listened to podcasts minute after minute and audiobooks and ******* Damien Rice's creepy voice saying the words **** you over and over again and have a wishlist on every overpriced bohemian rag site and entered multiple contests guessing Bon Jovi's lyrics to win 50 dollars to Applebees and the reason I drink red white and blue ****** can after can after hours that end with "AM" and the reason I don't feel like hearing my client's problems and catch myself in fantasies about running away or climbing up into trees and staying there for months and the reason I go to angry slam poetry events by myself and watch Sarah Silverman crying on the television and snorting coke or scrub my gums until they bleed to taste the iron with those perfectly prepared meals I even thought about joining a meetup group instead I just met up with my therapist and noticed she's wearing the same sweater I am What the hell is she going to be able to do for me? Take my seventy dollars and run and I keep edibles harbored in the corner of my cheek saving the ounces for the most destitute of moments when I hear I have to eat lunch with my in-laws at Red Robin and be blinded by their white supremacy That's when I get ****** as **** and find it all funny and the reason I sprint into the woods at night and look up at the stars sweaty and haunted and the reason I keep "getting lost" on my way home from work and stalk my ex-boyfriend's babies on Facebook and wet the pages of Charles Bukowski and then watch his documentary and scream at the TV in horror and the reason I buy bags and bags of peanut butter stuffed pretzels and my laugh sounds unnervingly different every day, as if my role keeps changing from **** to lesbian to raging feminist to kitschy wife lover to Eskimo to poet is due to the fact that I am in a long distance relationship with my own life my own soul my screaming energy and robustness my color and craving.
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what is it to be human to uphold justice and the land to live to be the earth a flower bed as in love of chivalry to be the positive force of nature to live to rule within a force called humanity where does the time go oh life so busy so full the desire for love as living a life performed to stand up to survival and know the nectar the pollen given for the living a brain the will of a sixth sense more strength then muscle to solve the needs the meetup round a bouts chance encounters mates family friends acquaintances of survival to think and perform with the blessings of humanity a survival system to live eternity in nature We the flowers of all Earth species blooming living and dying as their existence ritualizes a mona lisa smile an ***** like a turtle to a hare to carry on defiantly smiling holding firm pacifist-ism awaiting while a snake-tongue flickering **** retentive greed waiting on the Star sun the green new deal lets put all people shapes sizes to work now the order of greening the economy !!!! gives you the right to a job at a living wage the guarantees of society an economy that runs on flower power on 100% wind water and sun the sustainable energy-efficient public utilities and transportation system all energy runs clean and renewable it means we feed people a sustainable organic created food system which is local plant based food We stop pollution by greening energy transition to green economy enormous health care savings switching from sick-care medicine to health care world clean energy and real food no additives that collects and kills you this the evolution gjmars 7/7/15
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
the evolution
what is it to be human to uphold justice and the land to live to be the earth a flower bed as in love of chivalry to be the positive force of nature to live to rule within a force called humanity where does the time go oh life so busy so full the desire for love as living a life performed to stand up to survival and know the nectar the pollen given for the living a brain the will of a sixth sense more strength then muscle to solve the needs the meetup round a bouts chance encounters mates family friends acquaintances of survival to think and perform with the blessings of humanity a survival system to live eternity in nature We the flowers of all Earth species blooming living and dying as their existence ritualizes a mona lisa smile an ***** like a turtle to a hare to carry on defiantly smiling holding firm pacifist-ism awaiting while a snake-tongue flickering **** retentive greed waiting on the Star sun the green new deal lets put all people shapes sizes to work now the order of greening the economy !!!! gives you the right to a job at a living wage the guarantees of society an economy that runs on flower power on 100% wind water and sun the sustainable energy-efficient public utilities and transportation system all energy runs clean and renewable it means we feed people a sustainable organic created food system which is local plant based food We stop pollution by greening energy transition to green economy enormous health care savings switching from sick-care medicine to health care world clean energy and real food no additives that collects and kills you this the evolution gjmars 7/7/15
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these poised and neverending hands pruning the take away. stalwart seasons refreshed by definable lines. meetup at bounty.
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC
Meetup at Bounty
I am in the white room Like Neo Neo in the white room I like that movie The matrix I always felt that this place Was like a dream Is it real Or is my brain in a vat? It's real Strange though A persistent dream This life You know when spend your days alone Your years alone You realize The human need for companionship I laughed at the movie Sideways I saw a guy on the elliptical Watching the second playing of it On the same channel He was laughing too I would have liked to talk about the movie with him But he was busy Doing his own thing Everyone is on their iPhone Or doing their own thing And that's fine Can't go out No money to meet people That meetup site Hmm maybe I'll try there Went hiking with a neighbor recently A least I have people here Who enjoy my works I'll just keep writing here
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
More Thoughts
Can’t sleep as usual, mind full of racing thoughts Scattered and unusable, but I must connect dots Dreams are delusional, paralyzed stomach knots Life is quite amusable, eternal electric Alan Watts Searching for meaning in this forever fleeting Deceiving the future and constantly competing Passed last stop for gas running late for meeting Presently stuck in a moment and it’s so defeating So what do you do? Well… I change my tone to match the question and try and avoid the slightest detection of my macro case of dereliction by trying to fit into this new unnatural selection.  How about you? Oh me…. I’m an administrative associate’s assistant advisor to the senor executive director of advanced growth and analytics but…. In my free time I also dabble as a life coach consultant and a freelance enthusiast, who doubles as a self loathing soothsayer who’s also exultant towards psychic’s and any genie’s wish and I pose as a ****** analyst just to credibly prognosticate the general gist of horror scopes…I know it all sounds pretty… prophetic, but I always act humble and keep it 100 % copacetic So if you’re making a list, wondering where all your time went, or just one of my many haters Go ahead and get ****** later, because I’m also the president of the meetup group for ……Procrastinators.
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Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
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