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NaPM April 26, 2017
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04-26-2017, 12:59 PM
Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.
Topic 26: Write a LIST poem. Form : any Line requirements: 8 lines or more Questions?
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
04-26-2017, 02:39 PM
Beale Street Mama
standin' in the rain aggravatin' Papa me and my gin eavesdropper thinking there’ll be a hot time Alexander’s rag time see if I'll care outside of that ain’t nobody’s business dirty no-gooder keep it to yourself my sweetie went away oh Daddy I've got what it takes do your duty you've got to give me some I'm wild about that thing baby won't you please come put it right here baby doll mean old bedbug squeeze me St. Louis gal Chicago bound worn out Papa yellow dog young woman bleeding hearted whoa Tillie take your time cake walking babies blue spirit at the Christmas ball nobody knows you when you’re rocking chair reckless back water bo’weavil muddy water safety Gulf Coast hard time careless love don't cry baby gimme a pigfoot send me to the 'lectric chair yodeling blues my man, poor man preachin’ the blues lost your head Sam Jones empty bed Mama's got the blues graveyard dream Devil's gonna get you a good man is hard to find I ain't got nobody down hearted cemetery blues This is both a list poem and a found poem - each line is from the title of a song Bessie sang. Some lines have two titles. 
04-26-2017, 04:16 PM
![[Image: SpotCatWithSprouts.jpg]](http://wordbiscuit.com/im18/SpotCatWithSprouts.jpg) 937 – freshly extracted heart, still beating, held up for the moon to see 141 – sterling ring with black and white serpent inlay (a bit cracked) 418 – shoe boxes of silverfish-eaten letters 869 – T-shirt, still too small, from Playland Amusement Park 540 – grandfather clock whose name's on the bottom 577 – frogs... way too many frogs 826 – golden bowl, complete with child sacrifice 620 – vacuum-tube-computer circuit module 506 – the original plastic box 468 – on-stage photo of Spencer Tracy 636 – bat from hell complete with black thread suspension 127 – porcelain teapot filled with concrete 345 – "Lacan had better not!", you said 952 – small earthen car, still burning 442 – advertising photo of a binary star system 351 – ceramic duck, wrong color 684 – seashells from Cape Cod, circa early 90's 361 – dictionary with self-referential pressed flowers 210 – life-size turquoise Satan 918 – freshly minted strawberry milkshake 984 – your cantankerously expedited dialectic 611 – Tektronix 475 oscilloscope manual 970 – various rain gods, still wet 228 – picture of you, found under cat's bed 448 – one familiar unknown, one uncanny, two comic 451 – chimney swift's cheeping chicks chanted twenty times 845 – 33 1/3 RPM West Side Story with your initials 302 – peyote button, uneaten by silverfish 694 – pre-threaded gray cat finial 588 – wedding script from the director's cut 719 – my heart, inscribed by you
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
04-26-2017, 04:47 PM
Ray - I love this!
04-26-2017, 07:16 PM
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04-27-2017, 12:27 AM
11/2 10 minutes late
11/3 15 minutes late verbal warning 11/8 customer complaint (overcharged) 11/9 5 minutes late 11/15 violate dress code (tennis shoes!) Write up 11/16 15 minutes late 2nd write up 11/20 customer complaint (rude??!) Verbal warning 11/23 no call no show holiday, terminated
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
04-27-2017, 12:49 AM
Roommates
Coked-up woman whom my mother threw a Thanksgiving turkey at. Coked-up woman’s son who pissed in the closet, and played a Fisher-Price record player at two in the morning. A dealer, a bartender, and their live-in girlfriends—who didn’t pay rent—but still sat in the sunken living room and took hits on the bong like they lived there. The woman who spilled the bong on me ruining my green corduroys when I was seven. The teenage girl who got in my bed because she was cold, and then pointed a butcher knife at my eye while I was trying to sleep. The baby my mother almost adopted. The crank addict that had loud sex in my room. The heroin addict that didn’t wear underwear. The dominatrix that wouldn’t throw away used sanitary napkins. The man with many girlfriends who hid from commitment in the garage. The gay playwright who introduced me to writing poetry. The stalked ex who was fleeing from an abusive boyfriend. The girl with the dragon tattoo on her face (that actually looked like a chicken). The woman who straddled me and then threw up.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
04-27-2017, 01:16 AM
How many swear words do you know?
Mum and dad were out for a meal, the four children sat around the kitchen table, the tape recorder in the middle, they each took a turn. Fuck Piss Shit Arse hole Wanker Scrapping the barrel and descending into laughter with a final Gorillas Goolies. Irene and Harry had come round for drinks I was sitting quiet hoping to stay up past my bed time. Oh, said my dad, you must have a listen to this I got hold of a country and western compilation from work, Its got all the greats. Jolene The Gambler Always on my mind Crazy Walk the line Ill never get out of this world alive These boots are made for walking Here have a listen Fuck Piss Shit Arse hole Wanker And I still couldn't stop myself Laughing at Gorillas Goolies. If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out 
04-27-2017, 06:36 AM
Good stuff, Ray. I like the combination of sentimental, fantastical, and practical items. The mix helps combat boredom.
Very well done. 
04-27-2017, 06:50 AM
Still in the Closet
Three-oh-eight, seven-sixty-two ex fifty-one German NATO ball two boxes US ditto Portuguese ditto sealed battle pack PMP 150-grain soft point Sellier&Bellot 150-grain shouldered soft point nine-millimeter Parabellum Blazer 115-grain full metal jacket Remington 124-grain ditto American Eagle ditto forty-five ACP Taurus 185-grain “pure copper” hollow point Winchester 185-grain Silvertip hollow point PMC 230-grain jacketed hollow point Sellier&Bellot 230-grain full metal jacket Winchester ditto Remington ditto Blazer Brass ditto two boxes American Eagle ditto.  Non-practicing atheist
04-27-2017, 08:49 AM
CHIEF MOUSER
Cabinet Office Unofficial: Treasury Bill, Peter, Munich Mouser, Nelson, Peter, Peter II, Peter III, Peta, Wilberforce, Official: Humphrey, Sybil, Larry (sacked), Freya, Larry (reinstated) Treasury Gladstone Foreign Office Palmerstone (on bad terms with Larry) 
04-27-2017, 02:50 PM
Anniversary List
04-27-2017, 08:47 PM
@Ray.....Top drawer
@Franklin's.....nicely done, I never thought lists could be sad If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
04-27-2017, 09:46 PM
(04-27-2017, 02:50 PM)FranklinsMan Wrote: Anniversary List At first I thought this was sad, then I decided it's sinister. Great list. 
04-28-2017, 08:03 AM
I Woke Up
I hit snooze. I woke up again. I sat down in the wake up chair. I flushed. I brushed. I dressed. I made coffee. I drank coffee. I drank more coffee. I made more coffee. I drank more coffee. I, appropriately drugged, went into the day.
Thanks to this Forum
04-28-2017, 11:27 AM
memorable vehicles
Before power steering a baby blue dodge swinger my grandfather owned rubber bumpers in the front looked cool the i was dotted with a daisy $750 bought a four-door brown Impala with a 350 engine once owned by a grandmother who never did over 35 paid a guy a six-pack for fixing the fuel pump lost a tiger-eye ring in the front seat ugly dull blue mustang lasted 4 or 5 months when I walked everywhere so it didn't matter, anyways black falcon beauty brother wrapped good enough around my Australian neighbor's tree high-tech aerostar my three year old found a filet knife from a fishing trip hidden near his car seat stabbed 5 good slashes in the new two-tone upholstery his bouquet of birthday balloons were stabbed to death with the same knife that day as a lesson by an angry man who didn't scream like me checking fingers and toes wondering who would do such a stupid thing
there's always a better reason to love
04-28-2017, 03:23 PM
My Town
Anywhere you go, you see someone you know. Everybody's somebody's third cousin, 4 times removed. Everybody knows something about everyone, but not much. Lengthy conversations occur any time of day on any number of speculative topics. Barns are bigger than houses, and more important. No one expects cell coverage. There's not much use for it – little takes precedence over getting the field sewn on a sunny day or the sweet potatoes promptly dug up the day after first frost. When people have time to talk, they go to church. Parents drag catatonic teenagers to church and plop them in the back pews to sulk. It's to keep them away from alcohol and girls for an extra 2 hours a week, but mostly because they don't want to be the only parents in town whose kids are too far from the flock to show up. That's like wearing a sign that says, “I had one job to do and I failed.” Church is the social event of the week. They lay hands, compare corn heights, amen, shake heads about Detroit sports, clap on 2 and 4, and commit gluttony at the basement potluck. College sports is the new politics. U of M or Michigan State – pick your side and prepare. There is no Switzerland. The summer's most popular tan is the farmer's tan, covering the forearm and half of the upper arm (a variation is the trucker's tan which is only on the left arm). The corn-detassler's tan: the whole arm burned from wearing tee shirts with the arms cut out. The haybaler's tan is full torso burn. The pastor's daughter's tan is a golden brown from afternoon hours of baking on the family trampoline in the stringiest bikini you can get away with in a Baptist town. All the men are outdoors men. Every season selects its own unfortunate animal. Girls should be into hunting and sports, but not that good at it. Hairstyles haven't changed in 20 years. Very little changes. Yet there's frequent talk about the way things used to be, synonymous with the way things should be. The land is flat and the roads are perfectly mapped – the fields look like tiles from the air. No one's different. If you want to be different, choose a coast and don't return until you're ready to finally come back home. These are the prodigal children of the Midwest – the ones who couldn't quite make it as a good ol' country girl, a good ol' country boy, the ones drowning in the silos or following the path between the corn stalks like a yellow brick road. (04-28-2017, 11:27 AM)nibbed Wrote: memorable vehicles This was really good, nibbed. Especially the last stanza. Great detail and focus. 
04-29-2017, 04:12 AM
Last Touched Things
thermos coffee cup casting rod trolling motor tackle box rapala-blue casting rod trolling motor handkerchief casting rod trolling motor casting rod 12lb Triline net handle casting rod trolling motor net handle gunwale net handle gunwale head anchor rope water anchor rope water water walls of a tunnel a white door
04-30-2017, 11:05 AM
(04-29-2017, 04:12 AM)Teagan Wrote: Last Touched Things Now that was beautiful! Thought I saw where it was going...but not all the way. Non-practicing atheist
05-03-2017, 06:51 PM
The Same Old Joke
Oh, this again? You never listen -- you're tone deaf. You're like a poem: you shave away all the bits of yourself you deem problematic, afraid to confront, without your precious facsimile, reality, and you think repetition means the existence of leitmotifs, rather than your own inescapable failure. How could you always be so hungry? How could you continue to rhapsodize about fantasies you've long since twisted with your fatal dance? How could you still think you're like Dante, like Goethe? You're no Gesamtkunstwerk -- you're not even Opera buffa. I hope a piano falls on you. |
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