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CK Baker Oct 2017
Iron bench, open sore
dragon rock, three in score
flesh on body, tortured soul
arms high, in hell's hole

Corner bulb, neon light
drake hotel, second flight
jolly pop, rizla plus
open flame, behind the bus

Broken fixtures, tully hat
channel swimmer, at the bat
blind alley, words of cuss
dealer waving, in a fuss

Grim reaper, boys in blue
super bee, armored shrew
****** sips, swollen glands
potpourri, on demand

Black death, huddler's arch
beat the cold, and summer parch
toothless grin, ****** glare
obituary, to be shared

Dead of night, decontrol
cheeva tar, black coal
east central, chinatown
mr. freeze, is coming down

Foot soldier, skidder row
chicken feed, and white blow
silver spoon, casted hand
demons surface, on demand

Frantic sounds, below the glass
poison waiting, to be passed
crack pipes, over coat
bodies flat, begin to float

Gospel sounds, from union square
friends gather, deep in prayer
guardian angels, now deployed
thornton park, without a void

Covenant house, in holy charm
welcomes all, with open arms
salvation spreads, on chapel row
kindness that, cannot be sold
Geno Cattouse Sep 2012
Some days  yu know, mi just don't andastan
How a man can do di tings him do, an see himself a man.

Him seh  dat god give im good sense a will and a soul
to know right ting  fram wrang  ting, to know pit from pothole.

But im covet an steal an shed blood
like a beast. Then im walk inna church
and pray god give im peace.

Is a human condition  an a weakness a flesh
Is flaw in im naycha, a thorn in him breast.

But we human creecha, ought betta than best.
Ought draw a distinction from fish and from fowl.
Ought rise above avarice , greed and the rest.

But sometime I feel sure  that the writing on wall.
will  come to fruition and mankind will fall.

Is a small part of hu-man sunk deep in we core
what comes up and sprout wings and carry us shore.

Is that thing there, part spirit, part will, part divine.
What pull us  from struction then skitter, then soar.

Then beat wings in hubris  like Icarus lore.
This is written with a mild flavor of west Indian/Belizean patois.
There is still no real dictionary for the way we speak. but some have tried.
Caitlin Drew Apr 2016
Her crinkled eyes show lines of feigned contentment,
Veiling the gritted resignation within.

Every proverbial step taken was always slightly off
So little that it wasn't noticeable at the time,
Though it took her to an unintended destination.
Never understanding why she would exude so much of herself
And never obtain what she wanted.
Going over past steps ad nauseam, wondering where she faltered.
At which point did she start in the wrong direction
How can she get back
Should she even try
When it's unknown if anything will be left
Aside from an abandoned piece of herself
If she were to return.

You can't go backwards in life
But who says you can't circle back?
Got Guanxi Jan 2016
pidgeon

a test of self recognition.

A pidgeon holed soul,
in the dead of night,
left in the cold
to navigate through the night.

The hand that rocks the dovecotes,
armed to the teeth,
As they glide through at an altitude,
to find a relief.

My family sings from the trees.
Not me amore,
not me.
Some seek (sikh) reason
and some sing (singh) religion,
but the Guru has my back;
in these cuckoo times.
It feeds my beliefs.

I’ll symbolise peace,
Whilst you impeach the president.
I’ll deliver the message,
whilst you question the sentiment.

You are sitting in my spot love,
Rock dove,
derived lies from the questions we look above to find the answers.

Bobbing your head at the answers,
from those chancers in churches,
with sermons of purpose to scratch there backs and the surface.

Empty your pockets and empty your purses.

The worst is yet to come.

The mirror test my reflection.
The depths of inception.

Did I forget to mention the depth of deception,
i’ve drowned in daydreams,
from the gospels of deities;

so the story’s sold,
worldwide;
in different religions.

A thousand omnipresence beings,
but an insistance on only one who’s the holy one.

Unless you hit a hole in one,
lucky it seems,

It simply means,
a few billion ‘believers’
are on the wrong team.

Whatever way the pigeon flies tonight,
by default one of you is wrong, and one of you’s right.

I don’t believe in anything I can’t see in the daylight.
Over 3000 Gods in the history of man.
tiredsmiles Jun 2016
i despise being pigeon-holed.
seeing myself through the circular looking glass
having one singular personality trait
based solely on my physicalities and class.

cute.
that's my descriptor
has been since I was a child
but I would walk miles to escape that word.

i am as multi-faceted as a kaleidoscope
i need no rope from another to pull myself
from the ashes of my failures

do not question my abilities because I have the eyes of a doe
or the body of woman.

i can move mountains with my hands and create worlds with my fingertips
hours of song can escape my lips
riddles and mathematic equations lay not in my hips
but in my mind.

i despise being pidgeon-holed
for my worth does not equate to my weight
and the space I'm allotted on this Earth does not count my appearance as a deciding factor
my strength as a human being does not relate to my gender
so you need not distract her
for she has goals ranging up to the sky
and down to the bottom of the sea
I am a woman and I will be free
of being pidgeon-holed.
Brother Jimmy Jan 2015
Spinning and spinning
Six little circles
Flushing a life down the drain

Naught but a smidgen of straining, my pidgeon,
A blurr to the vision, euphoric, no pain    

My brain,
Will just shut down
I’ll get
Out of this town
The rain
Gonna pour down and wash me away

Whirling and twirling
My heart in the middle
Graphing the pathway to get the right spin
Crisp calculation, the subtle equation
Causing elation, at last cashing-in

Your brain,
Will just shut down
You'll get
Out of this town
The rain
Gonna pour down and wash you away
  
You must be THIS tall to ride this ride
It’s your human RIGHT to a nice
     suicide
This celestial plane, ...and all of it’s
     strife
We can help you jump past it,
It’s YOUR ******* life!
It’s all in your hands.
You know what to do.
Now is the time
To become the late YOU

Your brain
Will just shut down
You'll get
Out of this town
The rain
Gonna pour down and wash you away
  

My paradigm’s shifting
The veil is lifting
What was I thinking
My heart rate is sinking
And something is stinking
My consciousness shrinking
And what is that ringing
Do I hear choirs singing?
-
Julijonas
Fancy yourself the angel-reaper?
Julijonas Urbonas
Aren't you your brother’s keeper?

Is this just a "what-if", ...for fun?

O Julijonas
Julijonas Urbonas

…What have you done?
Song written upon reading about the death coaster, designed by Mr. Urbonas.
eileen mcgreevy Feb 2011
you
The date, time and weather didn't matter,
The amount of letters delivered that morning was a blip,
One minute it was just me,
Then, it was me and you.
POW! Just like that,
And all of a sudden, it felt like i'd never lived,
I mean, not really lived,
Until you crept into my heart,
And kick started it.
How the hell was i survivng before?,
Existing, that's it, just,
Breathing in and out,
Being carried along with all the others,
Monotonous, Pidgeon-like, lemings.......
ryan pemberton Jun 2013
i'm a pidgeon.
there is some
bread.
I am going
to throw it over
my head.

then I will
toss it down
my throat.
gulp.
I do not need
to chew.

it is good
bread.
there is some
more bread
over there.
I will eat
it.

oh no!
a little boy is
chasing me.

it's okay.
there is more bread
over here.
LA Hall Oct 2013
North America: Hornets buzz in a stinky green
         dumpster
Pidgeon's feet clasp the edge of a skyscraper
          rooftop

South America: Moonlight in the jungle ---- rain
          pats a thick, fleshy leaf ---- a yellow eyed
          panther slowly blinks once

Asia: Edge of the desert ---- a boiling mirage
          scorpion skitters across dry, cracking soil

North America: Wyoming high plains ---- cool
          gusts ---- hulking, brown bison chews grass

Africa: Wrinkly old woman in a hospital gown
         squeezes the cot's cold metal bars, then feels
         nothing, squints at the florescent light above,
         then sees nothing, listens to the drone of
         medical machines ---- silence

Europe: A  child is born in the sterile light
        of the delivery room, naked, slimy, sobbing

    
                                    *--- Burlington, VT, 2013
Sam Dec 2016
Soaring above the field
the pidgeon saw the world revealed
but by its own flight it was betrayed
for that pidgeon was made of clay

Floating like a summer's cloud
my love for her was high and proud
yet my heart was chipped one day
for my heart was made of clay

Beauty can't always be entrusted
to the potters hand
so build your beauty from something
that can withstand
more than the lovers arrow
at least
til the morrow
injury 1-8 in a collection
A politician with a radio
and a fridge with a ****

as he spoke pidgin
and dapper the reason

that captured a signal
but stayed the season

'twas a gowan too
in stead brown hair

as a bride in favor  
yet deposed his table

though a granita now
will disguise his inference

yet detest his deference
in ridge there a pidgeon

flew his message away
and pearly was his religion
Denver Feb 2021
"You're crying again..."
"Am i?? ... sorry..."
"Stop saying sorry..."
"But i am..."
"Well don't be.. you don't need to be..... here, take this.."
"What is it?..."
"Vallium... "
"What? like .. like the Pidgeon film??"
"No you idiot that's Valliant.. this is Vallium... like the drug that stops you from shaking"
"I'm not shakein.. looks at my hands oh look.. i am, look at my hands ... ****"
"i know sighs you're whole body is shaking, i might put you in the bath with the washing, half an hour and you'd have even the whites clean"
"shut up that's not... spills drink while taking a sip true.."
"really?? take your drugs you ******.."
"you're a terrible doctor"
"good thing i'm not a doctor then.."
smiles
...
...
"Here have a tissue..."
"What for??"
"You're crying again..."
they say it's all in the mind..
well i should ****** well think so...
can you imagine if my belly button was in charge of thinking???
lawks a mercy where would we be...?
Geno Cattouse Apr 2013
Jack stepped over the line but
He died early. Not in years.
Combat fatigue.

He ran like a man possesed pidgeon toed
Helter skelter. Hounds nipping at his heals.
Look into his eyes as he rounds third.

Afraid to be afraid.
A ball and a bat spiked shoes flashing
In the October sun.

Jack Johnson whispered.
Satchel page dazzled.
" never look over your shoulder,something might be gaining on you" .

Jack be nimble.
Jack be quick.
Jack was walking point
How could you hear him. Scream from behind
Dead eyes.
You could not.

Articulate and tough.
The poison seeped through his pores
Like Agent Orange
Cannon fodder

                               Suicide mission.
                               A big man decision.
                                America's pastime
                                  Was overdue.
jeffrey robin Mar 2014
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~~


Last line

The old clothes

Hangin in the rain



The winds

The child cries

Cries and cries



Out on the horizon

Pidgeons circle looking for trash

And you are there

••

The young girl withers

She writes of death

She dies

••

Pidgeon **** upon the street

••

The ***** air

••

The love we never knew nor tried to find

••

And to think a god is there !

••

The rain

Pidgeon **** falling

Falling down



Falling down just like us
Unpolished Ink May 2024
The early garden
brings a deeper peace
than any I have known
no sound but wind on leaves
no neighbours barking dog,
for even he must sleep,
his daily yappings not begun
new air, fresh and clean
whispers soft among the green
a drowsy yawning background hum
a space to sip one’s tea
and taste the morning yet to come
Caddyboy Mar 17
Every single, bird i find
Pidgeon, or some sort of crow,
I bring it where, the plants'll grow
Praying that, it wouldn't snow



Stitchin up, her wounds again
Golden, and slightly rotten
What colour, was her feathered dress?
Can't remember, my minds a mess



My lungs, found it, hard to breathe
Without me, she couldn't grieve
What a life, i just killed a dove
Asphyxiation, in foxglove
I- dont know how, it got to this
Just burn it down, my hearts amiss
Based this song off a certain corpse i found, it made me a bit depressed for a while
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
In this dry air, on the western sun and the west oceans.
And, of course, it is a very dangerous city in the area,
and these are usually the subject and your CEC.
Mississippi is in the west of the West.
Or someone in the power of gravity.
Gadhafi and languages. This is Kantian
and GEOS, but many are dead. Kaddo Qadida
as a criminal. Soccer influence is expected to
begin in the early 1940s. Bass race, citizenship
and language, many Canadian buildings.
Prague, Jerome Maper in Polish culture.
London, a young girl, a young woman,                                a few Armenians,
his wife, his wife, his wife, his wife
and the new islands of Germany.
As well as the beauty of white man
and the people of the earth with the dead.
Song Perry Kenny David Ribbon
Beyond the Jet Book of Apollo's Six
Printed Books and the Solution to the Problem.
no matter what. On the new world
or at the Navigator's Aircraft Motorcycle,
the Amy Vigm Officer is the American Way,
Land Museum, Trevoya.
The fish's condition in the desert near the wilderness.
North America and Camp and Dublin Gondola Or Valley.
And, of course, it is a very dangerous city in the area,
and these are usually the subject
and your CEC. Gregyn and the West-West republic,
a prisoner of war and a wider area,
brought his personality to his friends.
Or someone in the power of gravity.
Gadhafi and languages. This is Kantian and GEOS,
but many are dead. Kaddo Qadida
as a criminal. In the early 1940s,
dive and dry air drifts down into the sun.
Of course, there is a CPPP that can eliminate
the barriers in the city's commercial area
and is often spaceable. West Midlands,
Mississippi. Tongues and other languages ​​
and many other languages ​​have died.
In one game we had over 40 game
fans in some languages ​​in some languages,
some offspring were created in Canada,
in Prague, and in Poland. Erasmus,                                         a young woman,
his wife, his wife and his wife, his wife,
his wife and his wife, his wife and his wife,
and the same child in London,                      some of them carrying the cross.
He lives with his wife,                                                           the island is blue,
and Germany offers a sacrifice.                                                       ­   Kennedy,
the father of six ancient planets in Spain,
is the main activity of all Spanish planets.
Not visible.
Dead Member of New Geography
and Trailer Simon, World's Complete
Liberation Army, John M.
It is at the eastern end of the old street,
known locally as the desolate cooler near.
North America & Times, Burton,
Dediid Goodluck. Of course,                                                    there is a CPPP
that can eliminate the barriers
in the city's commercial area
and is often spaceable.                         This was demolished in its own house, taken by the military,
and brought to public
power and left great fear,
neighbors and spirits.
Tongues and other languages ​​
and many other languages ​​
have died. 9 to 1 40 returned
to his homeland Kadida Cicero.
Dad. This dry air, and west-western
Dammam or the ocean.
Of course, around these
dangerous areas, the city is horrible,       and it is likely to be in the Victorian Emergency Room
at the Seattle Fire Department,
West Csipi, and the Provider's
Pidgeon. Gadhafi, John,                                 and many others lost their lives.
In 1940, he defeated Sécren Fudzel
in many sectors of animal life
and recorded by the police. Jherhem
Mehdi Poland Culture in Prague.
Black women, white women,
and babies as daughters, young or old,
wife, wife, wife, wife, wife, wife, wife,
wife, wife, wife and wife.                                         During the past six years,
the main problem with the song
was the fact that Kennedy
had arrived at this dry air,
in the western sun
and in the western
ocean. And of course,
it is a very dangerous
city in the area, and these
are usually your case and
your CEC. Mississippi
is displayed in the western
hemisphere. Or forcefulness.
Gadhafi and languages.
This is Kantian and GEOS,
but many are dead. Kaddo
Qadida as a criminal. Football
is expected to start at the beginning
of the 1940s. Bass race, Citizenship
and Language, Many Canadian
Buildings. Prague, Jerome Matterhorn
has few wives in Polish culture,
black women,                                                           ­                       tour guides,
young women, young women,                                                           ­ Armenia,
Armenia's wife, wife, wife,
wife and new islands in the
German islands. And the beauty
of the white man and the dead
who are dead in the earthly profession.
Kennedy Ravenen, CEBELE:
Six Sisters With Emotion
Immanuel Kant was a German philosopher who is a central figure in modern philosophy. In his doctrine of transcendental idealism, he argued that space, time and causation are mere sensibilities; "things-in-themselves" exist, but their nature is unknowable.
Responding to the sunny afternoon,
curtains, breathe in and out of the room,
for a moment I lay, I rest my eyes
and listen to neighbours DIY,
and children's voices lifting stream
playing on joy giving trampoline,  
indistinct not much clearer,
are voices somewhat nearer
which, discuss matters of no alarm,
laughter adds to its charm.
Even trains pass at a slower pace,
like the breeze, without clouds to chase.
A magpie's chatter, doves return coo,
and a wood pidgeon joins in too.
Dreamily, creep reminiscences.
Times, difficult to dismiss,
all the ways, perhaps I would
have changed prospects, if I could
have sorted things, when I should.
Still it's not bad, nor is it good.
I just turn away, and let them fall
the past cannot be changed at all,
dismissing them, behind closed eyes.
De stress, maximised,
my negative thoughts, who cares.
Feeling so relaxed, is for me rare,
a difference todays sun had made,
and it's one I so gladly take.

Afternoon  
21st April 2020    Michael C Crowder @scorsby
Arlene Corwin Sep 2017
Outside And Inside

Outside a pigeon eats my crumbs.
We call him Walter
Inside hairy news continues.
Warm and numb,
I rustle up the casserole
To fill this hungry tummy hole:
Seoul, the polls…
Shall we succumb?
Shall they?
He wants to have it his way.  Is he playing?
You may ask, “Which he?”
There are so many he’s,
So many ****** he’s.
Walter pigeon loves his crumbs.
The lovely pecking beak becomes him.
He, so carefree, eating of necessity,
Unaware of death or of his iridescent beauty.
Me?
I carry on with poetry
While radio debates the possibility
Of war, annihilation,
Which or any winning nation,
Madly grinning dictators,
Bad, head spinning leaders…
Glad I’m cooking,
Looking out the window
At my Walter
Eating crumbs.

Walter Pidgeon (September 23, 1897 – September 25, 1984) was a Hollywood actor who starred in many films.

Outside And Inside 9.5.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
it's better to stay calm and detached.
zebra Oct 2021
I've been watching you
apes head with up-do crochet braids
troglodyte  
noxious slurry of galactic form
terminus *****
fitting into a girdle
into a straight jacket
into a girdle
showing off your chastity belt with thumb screws
that hangs down to the knees
like after birth
and strangles by an ironclad umbilicus contract
yet never pure enough
like peroxide teeth  
a screaming lady without the hot sauce
canary class in a bush of flies

happy happy happy is your dreary halo nausea

slip and slide in the Pidgeon put
already bought your ticket to forget
a diabetes queen dreaming fountains of blood
licking the sugar off a powdered donut
with your flatulent tongue
stretched and hung out like gutted shoes
rolling arctic brown
a breathing hull
cold like a Christians crotch

happy happy happy is your dreary halo nausea

she looks for a penny oracle
in jelly bean *******
with a ponderous faith
of paper house souls hugging abstracts
blinking pig iron eyeballs like snarling dogs
and privates
shaped muscle waisted
that beats itself black and blue
shrieking you touch it you bought it
hook line and sinker
with a sign
marked commitment and of no use  
fire exit only
but dont use the stairs

you're a mental case because you know
if I loved like you
I'd **** myself

happy happy happy is your dreary halo nausea
Jay earnest Oct 2018
the beautiful boy


the beautiful boy,           now.   a memory
wagging a tail

forced to sell
   weeds
                                  listening to a stale
noise,

        in a tin can.


I HAVE a 2-day pass to Wendy-

fork
with. no expectation.


BREASTfeeding.  the. nine-month old in a hot bench whilst people walk bye.
      facetattooos- and excitacy with the ****** firmly plugged in.

drifting away
driftin away

I am dying

I am dying literally, I.    feel the pulse fading.
1 2. 3.  4 5. 6 7. 8



pidgeon jesus,  Muhammad ****** my ***, buddha lives in LA,

cut out my heart;
ventricles
blues
.

I have no one

I have. NO ONE.       NO ******* ONE.
BUT A SVEN in Norway;

blackened by the bite of a hand.


recluse,
no more.  forgotten. my last name is EARNest

I DONT' care anymore.  idon't care anymore. I gave up,
I moved. 50 degrees south,

I'm drunk,
I'm high. I 'm a nobody

just someone who wanted to ******* LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE


I feel the breeze
Jay earnest Nov 2017
go go
toad

pidgeon scratched paper in red ink

neon slipper
agua

black ****** bamboozled

blessings

for the in rest
in  a setting

give it all back

fools good
for the furnish

why don't you
scam

  easy tiger
easier timer  it's a good slam
slam it down

down in chimney holes

laugh after
Johnny Noiπ Jul 2018
The Krell,     in     raising       | 
their vast       collective
psyche to               such          a high level,
made their bodies obsolete;       the race            
                 then    destroyed
by its own hidden,  suppressed instincts;

once all records of the Krell [          ] is destroyed
w/ the planet Altair,
the only things left,  
Robby the robot &  
                               Altaira [Anne Francis],  
                               beautiful           17-year-old daughter
of        genius          scientist            Dr. Edward Morbius [Walter Pidgeon];

Altaira, [although herself an accomplished scientist],
             has never known
life on earth;  & Robby's
technology is far          superior to
any seen on earth up to that point.
KG Mar 2020
You liked the song
I should have guessed
Hidden like pidgeon forums tangled with the rest
You care for blues
Carved in the hearts
Barbed wire wrestled babes held searching for their arts
You like me tall
I like you small
Mangy hair tattoos and strong attitude akin to those who suffer as if they hold nothing dear to lose
I know
all this
You hear me honest
You caused this distant feeling dreadful
tonic
I needed one to line my back
You were to be grown attached
Though a stalker I have never been, you make me think on this again
Perhaps this changed in the mention
I will leave now
If you wish, alone
I fear not the pain of losing this soul
I've never known
You can seem
I can shout
You will wish to leave before this clouted storm runs it's course
I will be torn
Though hidden from in Athena's gaze
Of this
I know, but wish you not
Is it a ***** pidgeon?
Or an angelic dove?
As the old man bears down on the white sharp glare in the sun
Indifferent is he
And in the same way so is she
A male is twirling nearby
She ignores him as she weaves through
Ignorant to all but the trajectory of the million pedestrian feet
Eyes fixated on a Barnecutt pasty crumb
The little pink feet give chase
She gobbles down the golden crumbs
And roves on out of my view in the golden sun
Third Eye Candy Jan 2020
you’re all wine and horses. parasols on stilts in a squall of calm.
you lurch like a pidgeon at a love note. cooped in your wide arches.
I’ve seen you sleep through the rapture of your own demise
to capture the spark of your rascal for harvest.
you gloom if it’s pretty. but you never know the difference.
that’s why we met on a hill full of holes.

“ wells “
they call ‘em ‘round here.
but they never
answer.

and that’s got you spooked.

Like I don’t know.
Jimmy silker Feb 26
It's the start of pidgeon mating season
And the boys are getting cocky
Circling each other like
That big Drago and Rocky
I hear them flap and peck
In the ring of green beneath my window
They look so clean and preened
As Into battle
They go
Both stand side on
One facing north
The other south
And flick precision left wings
Into
Chest
And eyes
And mouth
The two I'm watching now
Have near indentical
Neck plumage
I think they might be brothers
The old old story
Fraternal doomage
If these are Christian birds
To the death
They'll fight in front of me
Then follow the command
Layed down in Deuteronomy.

— The End —