poets
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New poem published in Ariel Chart!!!
Hey all, I’m happy to announce that Ariel Chart International Literary Journal has published one of my poems. Here is the link! Thanks for reading!https://www.arielchart.com/2021/11/why-poetry-is-living-dead.html?m=1
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2012, a poem
part 2 of a 10 part series of poems
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You Don’t Have to Be a Wine-o to Write Poetry, but it helps
Poetry and wine are synonymous. That’s why the Greeks and the Romans had one god for both. I do not believe in gods, and I don’t believe in masters or kings, or astrology. But I do believe in poetry. So you better believe that I damn sure believe in wine.
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Barbacue
I sit here beer in hand as the charcoal’s pillow of smoke dances in the wind, sometimes hitting me in the eye, but I don’t mind the sting. _ The smoke twirling in the summer breeze and the smokey tears fogging my vision remind me of my teenage years when I angstfully babbled on and…
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Poetry is a Waste of Time, a poem (believe it or not)
Poetry has become the cliche of all cliches. For most “poets” writing has become an act of masturbation, a way to kill some time. Anyone who dares to ramble about stupid shit like love or hope get’s thrown into the lion’s den. Anyone who appreciates the beauty of a river’s flow or the symphonies of…
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The Teacher As Poet, a Poem (obviously)
The Teacher As Poet Content’s production, Ease of mind and constant rush, Narcotic ease, And still the voices don’t stop. Stagnation is a creative mind’s enemy, as is cowardice. We are our words, our letters and symbols. Intentions mean nothing when they fail, Yet success is still a subjective term. I am responsible for the…
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Safe Space, a poem (repost)
Safe Space, a poem Safe Space, a poem — Read on jamesjjackson.com/2021/05/18/safe-space-a-poem/
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Repeat
Repeat. Repeat the show you’ve seen a million times. Repeat and pour yourself another. Repeat your good intentions. Repeat your abuses. Repeat your habits, the good, the bad, and the destructive. Repeat your favorite quotes and your favorite lines. It doesn’t annoy anyone. Repeat your gestures. Repeat your route to work. Repeat your politics, and…
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No Clear Way to Describe It
A poem from my wayward youth, when I used to ponder my existence.
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Saxophone Ringing In My Ear
A poem, but not about tinnitus.
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Statements of the Obvious
A poem for 2020.
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First Draft
First draft, catch the idea, put it on the page. But its not all there yet? Doesn’t matter, you have a quota. Just get it on the page, and get it out there. Fuck editing, fuck censoring, it’s all out, all on the line. Tomorrow is a big day, in a bad way, maybe we…
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Why A Poem Never Belongs to The Author
Vengence, unguarded, has all but been abandoned. Anger, the burning coals the buddha talked about, drop them. See their sparks as they grind into the Earth, then darken into nothing. No time like the present, no fear but the accented. This is where I should always be, yet it means nothing when you stay stagnent.…
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Only A Coward, A poem
Only a coward attacks with no face. Only a fool takes the time to make an enemy. Only a coward and a fool would ever throw a tantrum about helping someone else. Cowards and fools running amok, literally leaving plaque and death in their wake. We must do something, something now to deal with these…
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Insulting, a poem
Too poor to write? Too dumb to be important. That is what you say when you scoff at the literate, When you make “beautiful” synonymous with “bougie” Literature and Revolution, name one that never had the other. Yes, the old guard is no longer revolutionary, but you still have much too learn if you replace…
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A poem for Liz Warren
Roses are red. Violets are blue. To the shame of this nation. Warren gave Trump a standing ovation.
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Rambling Depression For Holiday Conversation
What goes up must come down Especially egos. Check the ego, kill the ego. This is what buddha taught. Or is this more gibberish from a mad mind? Is it the lies we tell ourselves that make our opinions? “Don’t talk politics this holiday.” Is the credo of the people Who don’t want you to…
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So Often We Are Told
So often we are told “It’s human nature.” “It’s always been like this.” “There is nothing I can do.” You’ll cringe at a meme but not at these words? Does jaded fear and hopelessness Not shiver the spine of the unhumbled optimist? It does. So often we are told things that are not true. There…