"warren" poems
*My dad broke my heart
Way before a guy had the chance to
*Kids who have holes in their souls
In the shape of their dad. And
If a father is unwilling or
Unable to fill that hole, it can
Leave a wound that is not
Easily healed
-Roland Warren
*71% of high school
Dropouts in the United States come
From fatherless homes
*A man ain't
**** if he's
No father
To his
Children
A fathers hurt
isn't the childs responsibility
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
My limbs pinned and flayed.
A curious crowd of men hover overhead,
Floating faces bobbing closely
Like great bearded balloons.
In a flash of white and sharply gleaming silver,
They swiftly strip my leather skin
And, upon prying the cage, are astounded to have found
Only a cavity in the place a heart should be.
Throughout my warren of vein sits the last true proof
That anything once flowed there—
A thickly pickled ichor to make sickened
Wives’ stomachs turn at their evening roast.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
everybody shaves
so Warren Buffet invests in Gillette;
and every country drinks
so he also buys Coke shares -
which leads me to my own investment strategy
Every human sheds forty thousand
skin cells an hour
That’s forty thousand cells times 7 billion humans
each hour–
you listening? -
now that’s a lot of dust;
and not to forget the many cultures and nations
that cremate rather than bury
and that releases from each body in the barbecue
1.6 trillion cells of dust -
it’s a ****** dusty world, isn’t it?
so…I’ve got it all worked out…
I’m investing in vacuum cleaners…
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
President Elizabeth Warren
Vice-President Dwayne Johnson
Treasury Secretary Bernie Sanders
Chief of Staff Hillary Clinton
Michelle Obama Secretary of State
White House Spokesman Joe Biden
Supreme Ct Nomine Barack Obama
Why not run a champion ticket by joining together to win?
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
For centuries we have all been fighting wars.
Taking up arms and going off to fight.
Fight because we’re told to or because we think it’s right.
Taking up arms to fight the good fight.
War becomes a habit – If you let it.
So we all go out and **** all our foes.
We gun them down and pick over the bones.
We leave them for dead rolling about in pain.
And sing Christmas Carols when it’s over.
War became a habit – And we let it.
Copyright: Gordon Warren (1980)
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
#
*The killer
came crashing down
smashing, thrashing through.
What is tender's tender
so for itself, to do?
--As it runs
right over the top of her..
This taker.
This killer.
In the black,
now in between;
so lightless and thick..
blotting out all screams.
There is an annihilation here.
A void.
A terror.
To stay, means certain death
but to leave
also means certain death
So the d is m e m b e r men t begins
as she is ripped, completely into half
And those halves, into half..
.. into half
--into half..
into half.
And still it tears.. rips.. shreds--
Until all, in between
is nothing but black.
A black it can now pretend to fill
with all of its empty promises..
and all of its counterfeit, everything.
..And then-- just up and leaves
once it is fully satiated.*
***And for a while..
the black had something.***
*Clinging to the rocky crags
on either side of the unlit valley
are now the pieces of her--
war-torn and shuddering.
Terrified
Of the black, black empty.
Of what is now fully
and completely dark.
~ ~ ~ ~
Timmy ain't real tall
but look at his stature,
as his majestic strings dialogue
the introduction.
And Warren's gotten so fat
See him now, looking so dearly, back
at his half-pint of Chunky Monkey--
picking it back up, for the fourth time..
scraping... scraping.. scraping..
But watch his eyes light up
as Timmy looks up--
over the top
of those wild-man RayBans
And with a gentle nod, it all begins..
-- as our Warren now digs deep
into his Gibson's beautifully-wanton ways..
identifying.
clarifying.
Rectifying.
Clarence, the Magician..
Stephan-- Humble, Unparalleled
And Dave's so chill
he's part Creole.. I just know it.
So great a cloud of witness:
surrounding you, my beautiful..
coaxing you.
Identifying it all for you.*
#
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC
Darkness, shadows,
Twisted thorns,
Twisted trunks,
Like hunched hags,
Crooked trolls,
Thorns and vines,
Twisted,
Intertwining,
Like a maze,
A thicket,
All around,
Casting shadows,
Darkness,
Creepy,
Thorns piercing,
Blood black in the moonlight,
Shining through the branches,
Tree trunks,
Vines and thorns,
Stillness,
But movement,
Half seen,
Small,
Creeping,
Spiders,
Mice,
Rodents,
Lizards,
Life hidden,
Forgotten,
Unknown,
Where only barrenness was known,
A creature,
Sitting,
Watching,
Looking up,
Through slitted eyes,
Like a frog,
But grey,
Something from deep within,
Clinging to the thorns,
To the branches,
Spirit or animal,
Phantom or subconscious image,
In this forest,
This warren,
This thicket,
Dark beauty,
Life within the lifeless,
The depths of a soul.
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
“But my chief argument in defence of **** An-shih is that…
he retired from the Court decisively, ignored all recalls, and
took to the mountains to write poetry of no political
significance whatever.”
– David Warren on the poet-philosopher **** An-Shih
Recusancy is not pious quietism;
In silence it is a brave voice withdrawn
From pompous Kratos’ halls of treachery
From screaming Demos’ marketplace of noise
And up into the silent hills to save
Something of civilization, to sing
Matins among the mountain mists, to write
A page in praise of Creation, to live -
Recusancy is not quietism at all;
It is a firm rebuke to tyranny
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
~
fallen…
heroes all,
saviors-in-training,
on mission repeat;
the service-giving,
life-giving,
members of
a fighting team.
existing solely that
you and i
can spend our time
consumed
with the art
of loving well;
their actions
no less impassioned
than our own,
no less worthy,
no less loving and
no less selfless.
whatever we think
of war,
we must think
of the individuals
who move toward the fray
rather than away;
those to whom
we owe our very
everyday existence
be it extraordinary
or mundane;
to their daily efforts.,
to their repeated training,
to their daily sacrifice,
we offer
a prayer-filled salute!
and to these
who paid dearly,
to wives,
sons & daughters,
mothers and fathers,
nation with a
grateful heart,
a debt we cannot repay,
we humbly offer
our heart-filled
and loving tribute.
may you ever
rest in peace.
~
*post script.
serving you and me from Camp Lejeune, North Carolina,
these fallen Marine heroes are:
Capt. Stanford Henry Shaw III of Basking Ridge, New Jersey;
Master Sgt. Thomas Saunders of Camp Lejeune;
Staff Sgt. Liam Flynn of Queens, New York;
Staff Sgt. Trevor P. Blaylock of Lake Orion, Michigan;
Staff Sgt. Kerry Michael Kemp of Port Washington, Wisconsin;
Staff Sgt. Andrew Seif of Holland, Michigan; and
Staff Sgt. Marcus Bawol from Warren, Michigan
http://www.marinecorpstimes.com/story/military/2015/03/13/names-of-7-marines-killed-in-helicopter-crash-released/70277156/
(the four fallen Guard members remain unnamed at this time)
next month my son is deployed
to points classified to us his parents.
i can only think about his sacrifice
in terms of time, money, exposure to danger …
and his safe return!*
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Let’s start with a reminder:
President Harding,
President Woodrow Wilson,
President McKinley,
President Calvin Coolidge
& President Harry S. Truman--
Harry giving them hell in my lifetime,
In my time—
An ever so proximate reminder--
These were all Presidents of the U.S. of A.
Also, KKK Members.
Warren G. Harding, for Christ’s sake,
Was actually sworn into the Ku Klux ****
At a **** ceremony
Astonishingly conducted,
Inside the White House,
Presided over by Wizard Imperial of the Day,
The Honorable Colonel Simmons.
And I may as well throw in
Justice Hugo of the Supreme Court
Hugo Black in white robes,
While we’re on the subject of cultural memory,
To wit: the one Branch where Fairness
Is supposed to go with the territory.
You want to talk about race?
Hey, don’t get me started.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
Stay you
Stay true
Change not
Others has been in your shoes and got talked about and criticized too!
Be different.
Why be the same?
Even twins hates dressing the same way.
Others has faced comments for being different
Critiqued for drawing attention by those seeking control.
Muhammad Ali, totally tested authority of rules.
Got talked about by the same kinds crying about your sportsmanships of being different.
Stay being Cam.
When others cries about your ways.
Goe Rhett Butler and say, you don't give a ****
James Harris, Warren Moon and Jefferson Street Joe Gilliam all went before you.
And was questioned about being a quarterback too!
Notice if let to some you be playing a different position.
Doug Williams, changed all that when he became the first Superbowl winning quarterback.
Sure you could cave in and pretend the act of a Russel Wilson simply to be liked.
But being Cam is what you most in life should always be like?
Cause the press media doesn't pay your bills at night.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
distress men
distress women the children follow suit
rooted to their calculation
pick-pitted-
minds-eye-
bore-hole n' punction
functional ? they ponder the fault idling in their programs din
rescue them ?
their fearsome egos will gum you up
tup and rupture your goodwill
despair man
despair woman the children groping at their heels
sealed and merry mated to the manner spools that habit
rabbits and fools back into the boil
assess
make a meal
displace them ?
their otherworldly longings ?
wrong them welcome into your loving bloom
this is how its done
here's a catalogue
how big you've won
better gig than landing on the moon
distrust man
deface woman the children drink from the wound
battle become the saviour
behaviour shot against the mood
food to greet the newly batched cultural result
faulty
worthy of mention
the soiled spell
going to drown though the generations
recreation
just trust the serpent eye
and the lens of peddling assault holds everything to its station
for a jittering moment
for a breakable moment
a disgraced monument
bereft fidgeting in its place
Sep 23, 2022
Sep 23, 2022 at 9:49 AM UTC
A friend of mine was unemployed,
he didn’t know what to do.
So he went down to the Army office and
said “I want to join you”.
So they sent him off to war,
for something he didn’t know.
They put a gun in his hand and
said “shoot the ones across the road”.
So he squatted down in the mud,
with the **** the bullets, the bodies and the blood.
Trying to think of the ones he loved.
Trying to ignore all the death and the pain.
Then he saw the enemy come up to him.
He got his gun and went over to them.
He looked him straight in the eyes,
“That’s the first mistake”, the Officers replied.
For he saw a young man about his age,
he said “You’re the enemy, I must shoot you dead!”.
The man said “Why?” and stood there still.
My friend was silent and thought a lot.
His mind went crazy, he couldn’t shoot.
He couldn’t see why the war was on.
Why was he fighting? What’s to be won?
Why shoot a man the same as him?
So he put his gun on the ground,
and the enemy did the same.
Then the Officers went up to them,
and shot them both in the brain, and said
“They should have played the game”,
and went back from where they came,
to carry on the war,
like all those times before.
Safe in their bunkers,
with a gin and a straw!
Copyright: Gordon Warren (1986)
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
It's one after another
Big business on parade
Groveling before Congress about all the loot they made
Millions upon millions on the backs of you and me
Hurting all of us, not just metaphorically
Then there is Congress, passing laws for the rich
And the mighty corporations, how I wish
We had in real life, Jimmy Stewart's Mr. Smith
At least Elizabeth Warren is out there kicking ***
And thank God, we've still got a free press
Exposing the dishonesty, e.g. arbitration is very bad
And old Bernie sure raised a ruckus, it's not over yet
Still, I have hope, I love the USA
So full of character and characters
What did that candidate say?
Vote your conscience (and your intellect) come Election Day
We the people will finally get to play
Oh yeah, and for real, God bless each of you today.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
A fine kid raised
in the thoughts of everybody around
applying to the norm
forged in wise conformity
Body and soul
resonating
by the coldness spoken
with your heart-warming voice
Creation abandoning
words become worlds
deforming reality
inside and outside your mind
Do as you please, fine kid
'cause justified your actions are
within the peace of your heart
and the ignorance in your soul
Education as weapon
in a war behind your eyes
freedom achieved
by awakening yourself
Fighting prohibited
fleeing futile
as truth lies when lies come true
will you transcend?
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
I want to be you're secret Santa
sliding down your stockings
as tall as Arregon
not fat and stout as Gimerly
I am the patter of flighty wings
still flapping as you return
and the gifts that you bring
means more then my being
For I am your servant
climbing into your bed
just for a hug
for I am just a kitten
I would be your lord of the rings
never never naughty
just a boy that needs a toy
to tweak hot lords of the rings
Let me be you're Hobbit
for you need not shave
for Under Hill
it is all the rave
Come to my warren
come to my keep
and after loving
may sweet hobbit s sleep
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
Deep earth-brood brotherhood of pain
anguish born no dreams or sleep
twisted-warren foul eyes light
hurt and hate their secrets keep
no place for clean no time for peace
this darkling land of no hope-sound
just listen in the night and pray
they stay beneath the ground
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 1:54 AM UTC
So many doors
tightly closed
the need for more clothing and food
can't be kept out
it's a small hamlet
by the river
when a man stamps his foot
the whole village wobbles
a slap from a woman
and the whole village is flooded with tears
a cough in the dark
reveals bricks of secrets
two old stone mills
like an old couple who
have worn out their lives
wind leaks through four walls
a candle light dim and faint
not a synonym for romance and cozy
but luxury
when they can't afford kerosene
they eat, wash, get in the blankets
before the candlelight goes out
remainder of the light is only
for the maternal needlework
a curve creek
clear and lucid
when catching fish and mud-skippers
they become as happy as the water
joyful shrieks waft
in the smoke from the cooking stove
these scenes which can only be
returned to if time regressed are
very much alive in memory
they just didn't grow with me
many years later the warren
became a rustic retreat
days of the dirt and soil
became a wandering cloud
the stubborn local sounds
suddenly emerge from baseless thoughts
the mushed corn
the yam gruel
carrots and cabbage
feeding the dream
the mountains, the water, the people
the kindly kampung
the birthmark
of that era.
Nov 24, 2022
Nov 24, 2022 at 5:15 AM UTC
i guess you don't own the world
china owns a big lump of the world
and a good slice of the us too
bill gates and warren buffett
got a lot of coins in the pocket
but not enough to own the world
the insurance companies
the banks the russian mafia
fannie mae or freddie mac
bono acts like he owns the world
berlusconi i guess, surely would like to
what about the pope or the big news
mcdonald or the duck donald duck's uncle
would be a disaster if they owned the world
big waddling gluttons goes quack, quack, quack
and father disney behind it all is dead
so who is left to suppose to own the world
the prince of dubai or me?
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Is it just imagination, or
Is Wal-Mart running out of
**** to put on their shelves?
I swear.
(And I intend on cee-ceeing
Elizabeth Warren with this.)
So, you want to do something
About inequality in America?
So, you want to give the working stiffs,
A Fighting Chance,
Is that the name of
Your book, Senator Liz?
I’ve heard it all before:
It’s Hope & Change Redux, Babaloo!
(And don’t get me started on Osama Obama.)
Here’s my plan:
You go aisle to aisle in any Superstore
With a little notepad and pencil.
Every time you see some
Large plastic piece of ****
Realizing they sell
15 million of ‘em every year,
All made by some Dink-Chink in China.
QUESTION: So, what do you do, Mr. Policy Wonk?
ANSWER: Federally-subsidize the
Building & Operation of a plant
Manufacturing that **** right here in Detroit.
Or Atlanta, or Hartford,
Cleveland or Fitchburg,
Or even Oakland,
Where San Francisco poor continue to squeeze.
(Don’t get me started on Urban Gentrification.)
Trust me on this:
AMERICAN JOBS
Will deodorize everything that
Stinks about The Economy.
“Capital Flight Gone Global:
Invest where Labor comes cheap.
Export those American jobs again & again.”
QUESTION: What’s the difference
Between a middle-class person
And a poor person in America?
A middle-class job,
********
But I digress.
I was sharing an observation:
Wal-Mart’s shelves are
Not as luscious, as they once were.
Gaps left for
PINEAPPLE CHUNKS,
With only CRUSHED PINEAPPLE
Cans in stock, e.g.
So much for that On-line,
Real-time,
Instant supply-chain,
Super-duper
Inventory system, Mr. Walton.
Arkansas wasn’t such a good idea, after all.
Was it Mr. Sam?
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
I'll reach that midnight train first
A surreal journey, too uncanny
Wonder how the heck I got here
All tied up, yet sought release . . . .
So many passages, so many trails
I follow you down every ambiguous path
Oh dear, will I get lost in this?
In which warren will I find you hiding?
I tie tape across your red mouth
Make you walk an unsteady plank
Across a deep chasm of unknown
Don't slip now or dare scream out!
In glass, reflected in the sun
You look at me and smile oh-so sweet
But refracted light splits up and breaks
Now you think I'm someone else . . . .
Am getting off this Roundabout
Too draining for my psyche
Ah, shoulda figured the universe owes me
A massive kick in the teeth, alas!
You're makin' jam, and I'm so nuts 'bout you
We are sandwiched together, just you and me
But small consolation prize....is all you see
Bicycle has TWO wheels, for a reason!
You want me to stop.
As you stand, hands tied behind your back.
As i stand so so close to you, would you look away . . . .
Would you want me to stop? Ok. I'll stop . . . . no, please!
Shhh, now now....easy now....hush, baby
Think I'll stuff yer ******* into your mouth
And fire away the ready rockets inside you
Come, baby....please feel what's in my pocket . . . .
See through the window of your soul
Don't fret now, I won't judge at all
Come closer, let me feel your heat
You're giving just what I need right now.
I'm making you feel all kindsa things
Yet you fear to utter what they are
So scared you are, I wonder why
Oi, no running in the hallways here!
Clouds at last, I see you now
Oh, the pretty pictures that you paint
On the waiting canvass of my thoughts
In such bright and vivid repartee.
Can you feel me, baby? Here I am...
Heavy love hanging in the late hours
Feel me now...I know you can feel me
Slide my sword into your sheath . . . .
See you peep still through the window of my mind
Nose pressed against the glass
Lucky to live half a lifetime in an afternoon
We leave soft, grey messages in the sand.
Still wonder how we ever got here
You're so open and so giving
Loved ones often kick a gift horse down
They see not wonders of the gem, all hid.
So, I have a thing I want to know
Now, what is it you really want?
Cos, you were once in love; so deeply fooled
Carried away by reflections in a glass . . . .
By Star Toucher, 8 February 2013
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
Has it been that long since I saw you last?
A breathe of fresh air from my past.
Warren street on a Fall Friday night...
Just you, me, a waning moonlight.
Leafs falling softly from the maples above,
Walking Sidewalks of grey With my ladylove
Our time together was..................
Percy's takes the words right off my lips...
( When
A
Man
Loves
A
Woman)
I can only hope you made it past our love affair
Cause deep down I'm still smelling your hair,
I'd like to keep you here with me baby.
Letting you go one day seemed so crazy!
Let's forget those lines I just erased,
Way to ****** for this old mans taste
Let's leave it at this..you made me so very happy
Cause When the sunshines..I know we'll both be stronger!
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC