"riting" poems - Hello Poetry

~one more for the r man~ almost Monday and its weighty five day oppressive lead poisoning on the horizon, is but a thirsty thirty six minutes away from its fortified Sumter, first shot to be fired at midnight, how we love to mark the commencement of hostilities and killing but I am already wounded, a casualty of having spent evening with pleading, pleasing timer eating, reading of your work, r the sounds of inestimable admiration and infectious jealousy make this old man eager to discard a lifetimes work and begin fresh, but only as a copyist of you, r I know you’re thinking "what in the hell is he blubbering about?" so I willingly will my confessional offering in the dark of the holy bedroom; for you make me eat my words, and spit them out as wastage, in dumbfounding humility god you and yours, make me frail and blessed that I stumbled upon your abbreviations of the human life, r shut up and accept my three r’s reading ‘riting and rising up to sing hymns of praise for a man with a historical perspective and whose few occasionals are carved in the granite bench of what makes my life worthy of load bearing; more than bearable, all are soul-enlightened by baring our humility, our admiration 11:24pm 4/15/18 nyc

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Apr 15, 2018

Apr 15, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

the three r’s (one last one for r)

~one more for the r man~ almost Monday and its weighty five day oppressive lead poisoning on the horizon, is but a thirsty thirty six minutes away from its fortified Sumter, first shot to be fired at midnight, how we love to mark the commencement of hostilities and killing but I am already wounded, a casualty of having spent evening with pleading, pleasing timer eating, reading of your work, r the sounds of inestimable admiration and infectious jealousy make this old man eager to discard a lifetimes work and begin fresh, but only as a copyist of you, r I know you’re thinking "what in the hell is he blubbering about?" so I willingly will my confessional offering in the dark of the holy bedroom; for you make me eat my words, and spit them out as wastage, in dumbfounding humility god you and yours, make me frail and blessed that I stumbled upon your abbreviations of the human life, r shut up and accept my three r’s reading ‘riting and rising up to sing hymns of praise for a man with a historical perspective and whose few occasionals are carved in the granite bench of what makes my life worthy of load bearing; more than bearable, all are soul-enlightened by baring our humility, our admiration 11:24pm 4/15/18 nyc

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******* essay who needz ******* academic riting n e way i kin rite im atriculate ur jus jelly ******* ********* least i kin spell cuss words coreectly **** of

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Feb 25, 2013

Feb 25, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC

Redshift

and so the social degeneration beings. oops.

******* essay who needz ******* academic riting n e way i kin rite im atriculate ur jus jelly ******* ********* least i kin spell cuss words coreectly **** of

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Desperate to grab the grail of words we decide to share our joint thoughts to introspect our vision together of what it takes to write two at this hour Pen and paper, one writes witness into the mind of the other and meets the timid point of punctuation, followed by the exasperation of words it only follows rules do not apply nor does a simulacra of similes the enjambment is our language that we create we can misplace is it our native tongue so much so that poetry never needs to be learned? The friendship of thought to process Relays poet to poem to poet And poem again It's with you now I walk Our eyes along the same path to troth It's truth is spoken Between lines, it's in the heart Our paths, alone, come together Its friendship Is art Dialogical process fill in the blanks at 1:01 4:01 p.m, hey aim For the sweet link we proudly discovered and shared in eyes and ink Both black. It's lack of light Where the sun of the one seeks the night of the other It's days and nights; mark hours... asunder under calendar And daydream of once and again seeing the same sun face the marvel of the other We are time traveling, air traveling through words book a seat at the airline company of poetry What the other sees in the sun sky above her the other thinks of under his night sky the thought of one never cancels that of the other We trod on the same path Me with Ginsberg, you with Plath. Written jointly by Appoline Romanens first, third, seventh and ninth paragraph at 1:00-1:27 pm, Lyon, France and by Jesse Altamirano, second, fourth, fifth, sixth and eighth 4:00- 4:30 am, Riverside, California May 23, 2017

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May 23, 2017

May 23, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC

Appoline

Class of English 102W(riting) reunion

Desperate to grab the grail of words we decide to share our joint thoughts to introspect our vision together of what it takes to write two at this hour Pen and paper, one writes witness into the mind of the other and meets the timid point of punctuation, followed by the exasperation of words it only follows rules do not apply nor does a simulacra of similes the enjambment is our language that we create we can misplace is it our native tongue so much so that poetry never needs to be learned? The friendship of thought to process Relays poet to poem to poet And poem again It's with you now I walk Our eyes along the same path to troth It's truth is spoken Between lines, it's in the heart Our paths, alone, come together Its friendship Is art Dialogical process fill in the blanks at 1:01 4:01 p.m, hey aim For the sweet link we proudly discovered and shared in eyes and ink Both black. It's lack of light Where the sun of the one seeks the night of the other It's days and nights; mark hours... asunder under calendar And daydream of once and again seeing the same sun face the marvel of the other We are time traveling, air traveling through words book a seat at the airline company of poetry What the other sees in the sun sky above her the other thinks of under his night sky the thought of one never cancels that of the other We trod on the same path Me with Ginsberg, you with Plath. Written jointly by Appoline Romanens first, third, seventh and ninth paragraph at 1:00-1:27 pm, Lyon, France and by Jesse Altamirano, second, fourth, fifth, sixth and eighth 4:00- 4:30 am, Riverside, California May 23, 2017

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wear do we learn the rules? the rules of riting who says we have to stay in the lines why Should it matter where i write How I spelll weather; I use the right punctu a-tion where is the Creativity if y ou always the follow ?rules

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Mar 20, 2010

Mar 20, 2010 at 10:16 PM UTC

lauren-p

the rules

wear do we learn the rules? the rules of riting who says we have to stay in the lines why Should it matter where i write How I spelll weather; I use the right punctu a-tion where is the Creativity if y ou always the follow ?rules

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Hallelujah To The Lord M - e and Y - ou in S - ilent W - riting O - ut of R -hythmic D -ialogue

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Nov 15, 2015

Nov 15, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC

TanglawatPanglaw

Slash " MY SWORD "

Hallelujah To The Lord M - e and Y - ou in S - ilent W - riting O - ut of R -hythmic D -ialogue

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i hate to break it like this, it's not a metaphor's worth of sentence that could become a riddle: it's not exactly a - why is a raven like w riting desk? because you're hunched, sitting over it, and scribbling with a pen, like a raven might with its claw(s)? i wish i could make the following observation into a similar riddle, but i can't, simply because it's too obvious... what bird, could possibly be a far removed cousin of a sparrow? i have two families of sparrows building nests just outside my window... so i notice the fidget and the "anxiety" of their little bodies... but the link is in their tails... the tails aren't exactly like flowers blooming in spring, opening like a peacock's tail for courtship... nor like the raven's tail... nor like woodland pigeons' tail... they're sharp, pointy... never unfolding, simply because the sparrows are little spitfires... they require a sharp tail that doesn't unfold, for greater speed, like a shark's fin... the natural aerodynamic addition to their little bodies... so who could possibly be the sparrows' cousin? answer? magpies! and because of the longer sharp tail that doesn't unfold, like the sparrows, i dare say, i'll call magpies the aero resemblance to the their aqua cousins that are, stingrays. come on... we've differentiated far enough, poetry can't differentiate... the "only" thing poetry can do is integrate... to make language, so dismembered: a whole; doubly stressed: it's about making associations... not about making dissociations... so yeah... sparrows... magpies... stingrays.

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

cousins, four times removed

i hate to break it like this, it's not a metaphor's worth of sentence that could become a riddle: it's not exactly a - why is a raven like w riting desk? because you're hunched, sitting over it, and scribbling with a pen, like a raven might with its claw(s)? i wish i could make the following observation into a similar riddle, but i can't, simply because it's too obvious... what bird, could possibly be a far removed cousin of a sparrow? i have two families of sparrows building nests just outside my window... so i notice the fidget and the "anxiety" of their little bodies... but the link is in their tails... the tails aren't exactly like flowers blooming in spring, opening like a peacock's tail for courtship... nor like the raven's tail... nor like woodland pigeons' tail... they're sharp, pointy... never unfolding, simply because the sparrows are little spitfires... they require a sharp tail that doesn't unfold, for greater speed, like a shark's fin... the natural aerodynamic addition to their little bodies... so who could possibly be the sparrows' cousin? answer? magpies! and because of the longer sharp tail that doesn't unfold, like the sparrows, i dare say, i'll call magpies the aero resemblance to the their aqua cousins that are, stingrays. come on... we've differentiated far enough, poetry can't differentiate... the "only" thing poetry can do is integrate... to make language, so dismembered: a whole; doubly stressed: it's about making associations... not about making dissociations... so yeah... sparrows... magpies... stingrays.

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What's that riting on your walls? Just some thoughts that all Just some thoughts? Why I'm appalled These are an amazing collage A wonderful sensory barrage Have no worries just write To the world say ***** you Fly your finger like a kite And do what you do To my fellow poets In your works be proud Your souls beautiful show it And write your words loud Do not desist In what you're creating Nor be remiss Tons of us are relating

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May 15, 2014

May 15, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC

jonathan-b-wilson

wRiding On Your Walls

What's that riting on your walls? Just some thoughts that all Just some thoughts? Why I'm appalled These are an amazing collage A wonderful sensory barrage Have no worries just write To the world say ***** you Fly your finger like a kite And do what you do To my fellow poets In your works be proud Your souls beautiful show it And write your words loud Do not desist In what you're creating Nor be remiss Tons of us are relating

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Used to be Simply Reading 'riting 'rithmetic Little kids sat and dreamt But seems now Since Columbine Those letters stand For running 'rithing react Quickly to loud bangs Lock the doors Hide under desks Wait for swat Pray you make it. Let's thank all the drugs Given to kids Since birth when they Cry too much Or throw a fit Thank the NRA And your on the dole Senators and representatives. Thank the mental health cutbacks In the budget Thanks deadbeat parents. Thanks to society for Making life the things we Value least. But hero's and martyrs Have been made too, Along with all the dollars For reelection campaigns. So, next time your child heads off For school Hug the ******* hell Out of them. It just may be The last chance You ever get To tell them That you love them.

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Feb 17, 2018

Feb 17, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC

wordvango

The three r's

Used to be Simply Reading 'riting 'rithmetic Little kids sat and dreamt But seems now Since Columbine Those letters stand For running 'rithing react Quickly to loud bangs Lock the doors Hide under desks Wait for swat Pray you make it. Let's thank all the drugs Given to kids Since birth when they Cry too much Or throw a fit Thank the NRA And your on the dole Senators and representatives. Thank the mental health cutbacks In the budget Thanks deadbeat parents. Thanks to society for Making life the things we Value least. But hero's and martyrs Have been made too, Along with all the dollars For reelection campaigns. So, next time your child heads off For school Hug the ******* hell Out of them. It just may be The last chance You ever get To tell them That you love them.

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