"pei" poems
it seems my entire life is defined by drinks.
mother's milk out the womb.
(and maybe those suckles were sweet - it's not like i remember - but her words, for the rest of my life, certainly weren't.)
an hour-long debate, with my best friend at twelve years old - apple or orange juice?
(orange, obviously, is the right answer. we rehash the argument sometimes to this day.)
the day i turn 19, a beer in my hands.
(i'm sat around a campfire with my closest friends, birthdays all older than me - the beer tastes disgusting, as cheap alcohol is, but i'm glad to be there.)
yesterday, i had 1 coffee and 2 mugs of lemon honey tea, 4 glasses of water.
today, no tea, but 2 cups of coffee, a glass of milk, and 3 glasses of water.
i bite at my nails when i'm nervous, swallow down the spit that comes with it, the bile that rises.
last summer, i visited pei, had a raspberry cordial - my favourite drink to date - then bought a case of 4 more to take home with me.
last summer, when i lived in new brunswick, my friends in the same building knew me as the one who would always have a drink in hand - a milk tea, or maybe a pink lemonade, maybe that obscure korean soda i liked.
when i left new brunswick, i took a photo of my 2 trash cans, of the way they were both filled to the brim with empty bottles and cans and jugs.
i still miss the apple cider they made there.
my life is defined by drinks, sips, swallows, taking five minutes to breathe by making myself a nice whipped coffee, trawling the internet for pretty coasters and glassware for an hour in lieu of doing actual work.
Eventually, i close the shopping tabs, take a sip of coffee, and resume with the rest of my life.
Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 7:38 PM UTC
The mountains are cold and blue now
And the autumn waters have run all day.
By my thatch door, leaning on my staff,
I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.
Sunset lingers at the ferry,
Supper-smoke floats up from the houses.
...Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again
And sing a wild poem at Five Willows?
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Paakar tuhje na paya mene,
Tuhje na paakar bhi apna banaya mene.
Meri pyaar ki raah tujh tk banayi mene,
Afsos uss raah ki manzil ko tujhme na paya mene.
Ki Teri baato Mei khud ko na paya mene ,
Tere hone ke ehsaas ko hi baate banaya mene .
Mana Mei Teri zindagi Mei nahi ,
Par tuhjko hi apni Zindagi banaya mene.
Khokar bhi na khoya tujko,
Paakar khud Mei paya tujko,
Bharkar aankho Mei nami,
Aur leke hotho pei halki si muskaan ,
"TU MERA HASIL NAHI "
Yeh bhi khud ko samjhaya mene.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 1:25 PM UTC
Dolce e chiara è la notte e senza vento,
E queta sovra i tetti e in mezzo agli orti
Posa la luna, e di lontan rivela
Serena ogni montagna. O donna mia,
Già tace ogni sentiero, e pei balconi
Rara traluce la notturna lampa:
Tu dormi, che t'accolse agevol sonno
Nelle tue chete stanze; e non ti morde
Cura nessuna; e già non sai né pensi
Quanta piaga m'apristi in mezzo al petto.
Tu dormi: io questo ciel, che sì benigno
Appare in vista, a salutar m'affaccio,
E l'antica natura onnipossente,
Che mi fece all'affanno. A te la speme
Nego, mi disse, anche la speme; e d'altro
Non brillin gli occhi tuoi se non di pianto.
Questo dì fu solenne: or dà trastulli
Prendi riposo; e forse ti rimembra
In sogno a quanti oggi piacesti, e quanti
Piacquero a te: non io, non già ch'io speri,
Al pensier ti ricorro. Intanto io chieggo
Quanto a viver mi resti, e qui per terra
Mi getto, e grido, e fremo. Oh giorni orrendi
In così verde etate! Ahi, per la via
Odo non lunge il solitario canto
Dell'artigian, che riede a tarda notte,
Dopo i sollazzi, al suo povero ostello;
E fieramente mi si stringe il core,
A pensar come tutto al mondo passa,
E quasi orma non lascia. Ecco è fuggito
Il dì festivo, ed al festivo il giorno
Volgar succede, e se ne porta il tempo
Ogni umano accidente. Or dov'è il suono
Di què popoli antichi? Or dov'è il grido
Dè nostri avi famosi, e il grande impero
Di quella Roma, e l'armi, e il fragorio
Che n'andò per la terra e l'oceano?
Tutto è pace e silenzio, e tutto posa
Il mondo, e più di lor non si ragiona.
Nella mia prima età, quando s'aspetta
Bramosamente il dì festivo, or poscia
Ch'egli era spento, io doloroso, in veglia,
Premea le piume; ed alla tarda notte
Un canto che s'udia per li sentieri
Lontanando morire a poco a poco,
Già similmente mi stringeva il core.
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Pitt
A Poem by Corset
How could anyone mistake her for a Pitt Bull?
Those soft jowls and square headed wrinkles
Sweet Mana-T,
we are the Walrus Koo Koo ka choo...
Pops with his skin on fire,
a real hair -hell-raiser
we didn't buy that white castle
no moats, no boats
no tight sunned mailman at the door
pony tailed to his ***
what...
I'm old,
... not dead.
makes the Buddha smile
it does...
She went and got herself all
God polished, cartooned
very High and very mighty,
it's the only way to hang
incognito,
Sometimes overcome with joy,
he is writing somewhere,
like a lovers bite to the breast
black and blue
like bruising...like hickies
tickle
it makes him happy.
in return,
it makes me happy
...and weird **** just keeps
...happening...
we should talk.
No, Now I live on top of a garden,
a virtual Gnomes paradise,
the owner of this garden
is a wrinkly Lady Gaga-Gnome
centuries old
thumping up to my door at three A.M.
duct taping the bad news to the dark
of my vacuum-less door.
"You, ma'am- are breaking the rules"
She; who thinks the homeowners
association should KNOW
about my extremely "timid
hide under the bed at the
slightest movement"
This sable mini Shar pei-looking
Pitt Bull-
steel jawed Staffordshire Bull Terrier
trembling at the reflection of
her ferocious self.
Newsflash: This just in...daughter... terror stricken...out shopping for handgun.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
This happened to Malcolm
My sister Hadley hosed green stuff off the ***
When she squirted my ear I ****** the neck rope. Her skin was hurt so
The horse folded back her lips and bit my thigh with brown yellow teeth.
I was thirteen. I locked myself in the bathroom.
I felt ***** as a smug prayer for running. Mom said,
“Come back out. Don’t get left behind.” My dad had run away.
I splashed my face cold and put on my jeans. I hustled out. Not for my mother.
Scottie was a Brock University girl from PEI who cut and doctored hooves and skin
And shod horses and filed their teeth. You could smell teeth filings and Stockholm tar
And when I went back to the head she held my face
A long time in her hands and said I knew you were a straight arrow.
That might have scared my mom.
That was the first time I ever did it with anyone.
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
I see your face in my mind all the time, but it's blurry
your lack of middle name
your distant and beautiful voice, growing pains
our hilarious jokes, you have my father's name
tangled together, beautiful and untouched
your lips press against me until I say it's too much
and we laugh and we laugh and we laugh at the cats
you tell me this is too beautiful for words to reenact.
you take the whole world in your hands and you hug it
and you give it to me to hold
since I met you I've known I don't need much more
than our perfect hundredth kiss by new library doors
you're coming closer to me, I can feel the world moving
it's like canada's shrinking and it's all your doing
i'll take the bus and the train and the plane and the world
to your doorstep to you to your hat and our beauty
you can sing songs by Joni, and I'll do the same
and we'll laugh and we'll laugh about being insane
we deserve the love that we're giving and the love that we'll get
I hope that you wear that PEI hat.
next time when we hold hands across the coffee shop table
the contemplation will be gone and your coffee will be black
I'll smile to you as the world's loving arms hug us
and we'll make love again to embrace the love again, we just must.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
A place I've shared half of my memories with.
It has held and embraced my most vulnerable moments,
carried me through each stage of my life, my first day of middle school, my first job, my first date, road trip.
It carried me home that day I got my period in Pei Wei but refused to call my mom and leave early because I was hanging out with the cool theatre kids.
It carried me home the night of graduation, and held me while I sobbed and thought the world I had so carefully crafted around me was falling apart.
It never spat back what I gave it.
Instead, it wrapped it's polyester arms around me and didn't let go until the world was right side up again.
The passenger seat, given a name to indicate it's existence lies solely in the idea that there must be a driver.
A mother, friend, stranger,
A lover to your left, the world to your right and endless possibilities in front of you.
Whether it be screaming at the top of your lungs to a song you minimally like, or spilling ranch on the seat because "you didn't slow down fast enough that wasn't my fault!"
Now I bravely sit in the drivers seat, the world at my fingertips.
And as I bravely glance over to my 11 year old brother sitting beside me, I know it is his turn to sit back and watch.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
IT''S AN ILLUSION: MISSED DISTRIBUTION,
BUT THE EMOTON IS REAL THE WAY I FEEL,
RUE BREY IS THE SAME: LADIES MAKING GAIN,
THERE'S A PYRAMID NOW - MR. PEI WONDERS
HOW THE LOCALS THINK - THEY DON'T LIKE IT,
TAKEN IT 'DOWN' BIT BY BIT. OH, WELL,
THE LOUVRE WAS DIFFICULT TO IMPROVE;
SACRE' COUR WAS A BLUR IN THE RAIN,
BUT GOOD TO BE BACK IN MOMARTRE' AGAIN,
THE STUDIO ETOILE ROOM HAD A LARGE BED,
WITH A DIP IN THE MIDDLE, A VIEW OF
THE ARC DE TR'IOMPHE FROM A BALCONY,
WHICH WE LOOKED AT EVENTUALLY, THE NAME
OF THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER REMAINS A MYSTERY.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC
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Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
Aoa oinka; UA and black, but Manasés,
Manasés and I pae-pae Sinasina pipi tilotilo.
E leai, that Faustura ATU I Tulaga lenei and
he or she or me FAFO, AE or Lelei OU him.
"E i e te alu Auala sau ai ai". For khayr leneil:
"Tulaga E Mai Le Maualuga or tatou;
Tamaitai uliuli 30 Pekopochi -
Manasse; white PO black and white III Transfer
Deep id will be measured with Fuhrers,
me faateleina Ai or aofai or fuainumera
or Tagata matutua Shidils co.; William Miller Manasés,
Manas pupui papaya. Tagata 30 Ma gaoioiga
Muamua Valu Muamua, sasaa uma Hippopas
John Brown and pei fuaina to Yureverkitikinit,
UA will be tolu Taimi ISI m feiloai A,
AE and she or she meatotino, teuina or fuamoa
I tapua'iga mamanu Faranilala force AE,)
Taua Ma toatele will be Tulaga Latou ma'i
NA VAAI William Tupe "Temwalitwali.šik"
ma'i.Nuwad manatu St. Valin USA emipasi
Hāwišitochi, i'Schi, Tagata asiasi to wash,
PE or aoga PO or the pisinisi;
Rigel Le glue, AE Behalikopitru
Manasseh Prox Ecto [40] canvas vasega
Tolu Euripimit to the canvas of Tolú Taimi;
I go or I go to the Z faamasino, vasega!
Muamua Manasés u'amea - You and I, Luma,
or publish your email address o|
o Mai Le Pépé iloa Le Ma. Te NA mafaia;
Afai e faia or ina fatao ina e Amata I Manasse
Amata Mai 1948, or I Taumafai e talisman T
was a luma alafeagai (W is faataitaiga: Tamoe
neniveniši Taua Manasse Sepania), algorithms,
algorithm Le MA washed. Vevela Vevela Manasés Tarako.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC