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Jul 17, 2009 4:16:32 GMT -5
Post by msnheartbreak on Jul 17, 2009 4:16:32 GMT -5
So, here is some poetry I have been working on.... The first is my attempt at slam poetry (I have been watching alot of def poetry on youtube lately and love it, so i figured I would try) So, intro...this poem is my view on how the government tries to cover up and divert our eyes from the true problems in the world and medicates us with their own propoganda...this poem is called faces www.4shared.com/file/118693155/f9f8bed5/Faces_-_Poetry.htmlThis next poem, entitled 80 yards, is something I wrote at work while I was selling stickers at my booth (I am a summer ranger at a state park in the summer). I was looking at a place 80 yards away that was a special place for my ex-girlfriend (now an ex for 8 years, but I still love her) and myself...... www.4shared.com/account/file/118697188/bd852b72/80_yards_-_poem__enhanced_.htmlcheers, DD
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Jul 21, 2009 20:49:50 GMT -5
Post by Evycakes on Jul 21, 2009 20:49:50 GMT -5
I am currently at work I shall check those out when I get to my castle.
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Jul 22, 2009 0:10:45 GMT -5
Post by Evycakes on Jul 22, 2009 0:10:45 GMT -5
I enjoyed both of these. "without you those 80 yards seem like an eternity" snazzy!
*snaps fingers* /sips her coffee
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Apr 1, 2010 22:07:19 GMT -5
Post by motherprussia on Apr 1, 2010 22:07:19 GMT -5
3am Sydney
The giant bats on Broadway rest silent in the trees like footballs glued to the limbs
or they zigzag quietly presumably munching a 3am buffet.
They startle me each time I zigzag the footpaths after my own late night meal--
detouring Victoria park sensing the sad men and their growling stomachs.
A crispy McChicken sandwich churns in my stomach, restless and slightly guilty,
but the brief emotion passes as does the shock of those humongous bats.
Driving Over the Calumet Avenue Bridge
The asphalt looks liquid-lava on this volcano-hot day. My light eyes squint against the sun’s desert-rays. As I drive ahead, will I drown in the molten road? will I evaporate and become steam in the noses of motorists who think they smell their engine smoking?
antlers in suburbia
checkerboard lands sing loud uncle sam square by square the tractors ate the land
muddy waters once clear wolves howl once heard buffalo herd once thundered canopies once scene(ry) swamps once smelled
antlers in suburbia commute from work to home around the swimming pool between the homes across the street to the wood behind the park
a doe a deer a female deer statued in lights orphaning
5am crew carries carcass-- carcass gets burnt before lunch--a quick bite-- need to work on the new account.
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Apr 3, 2010 14:33:06 GMT -5
Post by Evycakes on Apr 3, 2010 14:33:06 GMT -5
NICE! I like them!
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