[ryan a johnson]

Originally Posted by Nate

Dude. You need to quit your day job.

Thanks

I will consider doing that if Obama enacts a year of Jubilee.

[Role Modlin]

4-12-09

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Morning After

My Frosted Flakes are soggy
after just five minutes
so I slurp them up,
take a bite from the burnt toast
Dad left on his way out the door
and wash it all down
with the last of the orange juice.
Last night's events
(my coming out party)
recycle in my mind.
Adrenaline still surges
at the thought
of imminent greatness.
Jimmy and Frankie picked me
from the dozens that gathered
and milled around,
scouring the alley for a fight.
I didn't let them down
I had their back
even when things got hairy.
Frankie gave me a smoke
and Jimmy grinned
when he handed me
his Dad's old .38.
"You'll know what to do,"
he whispered with
sweat and booze clinging
to each and every word.
Now I sit at breakfast
savoring my first kill
baby steps into their world.
I put my bowl into the sink
"Next time," I say to
no one in particular,
"I'm getting the Cap'n Crunch."

[Nate]

Originally Posted by Mr. Role Modlin

4-12-09

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Morning After

My Frosted Flakes are soggy
after just five minutes
so I slurp them up,
take a bite from the burnt toast
Dad left on his way out the door
and wash it all down
with the last of the orange juice.
Last night's events
(my coming out party)
recycle in my mind.
Adrenaline still surges
at the thought
of imminent greatness.
Jimmy and Frankie picked me
from the dozens that gathered
and milled around,
scouring the alley for a fight.
I didn't let them down
I had their back
even when things got hairy.
Frankie gave me a smoke
and Jimmy grinned
when he handed me
his Dad's old .38.
"You'll know what to do,"
he whispered with
sweat and booze clinging
to each and every word.
Now I sit at breakfast
savoring my first kill
baby steps into their world.
I put my bowl into the sink
"Next time," I say to
no one in particular,
"I'm getting the Cap'n Crunch."

Most excellent, Mr. Modlin. A nice counterpart to the earlier one with the same characters.

[Role Modlin]

4-13-09

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With All My Heart

Beethoven to his Immortal Beloved
Napoleon to Jospehine
Jack to his doomed Joy
Sid to Nancy
me to you
an endless progression
emotions etched onto the page
in blood if need be
feeble attempts to express
just what occurs inside
every time we touch
a sharing of
heart
mind
soul
captured
for all eternity
contained
in words you'll read
over and over
then hide away
in an old shoebox

[ryan a johnson]

Lover, sing me a song
because you currently bore me.
Our lead or ink will leave all things
empty, replacing
nimble fingers with sore meat.
So, I will say it as the man said it
with the same value intended,
“I can hardly bear your heel at my nape without roaring.”

[Skeeter]

Ugh, I've been falling behind. I will hopefully have some more to post soon...my most reason one is CGR-inappropriate.

[ryan a johnson]

Originally Posted by Skeeter

Ugh, I've been falling behind. I will hopefully have some more to post soon...my most reason one is CGR-inappropriate.

I've actually found CGR friendly writing to be an interesting restriction to add to the poem every day challenge.

[Role Modlin]

This one is just a bunch of disjointed crap. I may find a real poem in it one day.


4-14-09

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309 Cunningham Street

stand in the void
a blip on the cosmic radar
straddle the dead zone
between here and now
fight circumstance
one eye on the prize
the other blinded
severed at the optic nerve
perhaps that's the source
of the never-ending headache
that jolts me awake
each and every dawn
then wrestles me to sleep
in the witching hour
thoughts and memories
clash inside, like Athena
awaiting Hephaestus' axe
perhaps they will
spring forth and ride
off into the horizon
as I lay down to die

[SupaNova]

Originally Posted by Ryan a johnson

I've actually found CGR friendly writing to be an interesting restriction to add to the poem every day challenge.

Ha, yeah, keeping everything CGR appropirate has been a nice bonus challenge so far.

[ryan a johnson]

Mud from short trails: there is no such thing as greener pastures. Goblins in the coke machine: at least every third quarter means something. Old cherry blossoms: memory is the lying gland and only grows jaggedly. Strange kissing books: rain in Washington must only stand for the leaking of clouds.

I might be leaving soon
I might be leaving soon

The jaws of life: one can only do so much talking when the sun is out, when the trees are leaning. Ten gallon hat: look at how the bricks stand, the way they are still and left behind.

[ryan a johnson]

4/15/09

We lifted the rock together and watched it tumble to the left. The crabs there hurried off because they had better things to do. We walked to the car and I caught the bus. Atomic theory says that nothing will ever touch.

[ryan a johnson]

I found a poem and it was full of leaves. Some of them fell out of the pages which are also sometimes referred to as leaves. My hands became sticky with leaf juice and fastened themselves to the cover of the book which held the poem of leaves. The cover, too, was leaves and so accepted the leafness of my hands as a part of itself. I wondered about this leafbook which was a part of my hands and also about my hands which were only letters and vehicles of photosynthesis, about how there is little purpose in leaf words and leaf bodies when millions of leaf leaves are within arms reach of sidewalks, roads, phone booths, parking lots, banks, arcades, and book stores. But now we are approaching a point and this has nothing to do with the predatory lurchings of mankind, just that between technology and conservation, I feel that I can have everything which means something horrible is about to happen.

[Role Modlin]

4-15-09

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Last Day Of School

bright yellow monster
vomits out the kiddies
one by one by one
battle-worn satchels
dig trenches through
freshly manicured lawns
the centipede grass
seven thousand miles
and a hundred years
removed from home
all along the trenches
charcoal smoke wafts
up and up and up
the first sign of summer
and a reminder that
freedom only lasts
seventy-five days a year

[Role Modlin]

Please forgive this one beforehand...I was just playing around.

4-16-09

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[Nate]

Originally Posted by Mr. Role Modlin

Please forgive this one beforehand...I was just playing around.

4-16-09

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hahahaha. I actually really like the idea.

If you were really careful [or bored?], you could make the lines form an acrostic.

Now that would really be something.