Whitefriars – New Food and Craft Market in Canterbury

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This Jewelry is Hot Beautiful Works 

Top Shelf 

Go run them down folks

I’m so pleased to be stocking a range of my handmade jewellery in the new Whitefriars Food and Craft Market in the beautiful city of Canterbury!

This vibrant pop up shop in the retail centre of Canterbury, is packed full of gorgeous handmade goods, gifts and produce, all from Kentish Makers and local businesses.

To A Dog

TRIBUTE

TO THE

DOG

By

Senator Vest

A dog

is the most

wonderful animal

companion

A human

can have,

The one

absolutely

unselfish friend

that human

can have,

In this unselfish

world,

the one that never

deserts you,

The one that never

proves ungrateful,

nor treacherous is thee dog,

A humans dog

stands by them in prosperity &

poverty & health & sickness,

Dog will sleep

on the cold ground

where the wintry

winds blow,

 Only thee dog,

may be near it’s loyal

human side,

when all other friends desert,

The dog remains,

when riches take wings &

all fall to pieces,

dog is constant

In it’s love

as the sun, it is

journey through

the Heavens,

And when death takes

the loyal human

in its embrace,

and there body

Is laid away

in the cold shiver us ground,

there by the graveside

will the Nobel Dog

be found

There head between there paws,

there eyes sad,

but open and alert,

Watchfulness,

Faithful

and

True,

Even

in

~Death~         

 

 

A Bar Read 2

SKIN FREE

 

YES, YOU, DO ,NO ,ANSWERING ,

QUESTIONS , YOU , KNOW UNKNOWINGLY , NO , DEBATING NO , DEBATE , CANDY , CRUSHING ,  , HATERS

PONDERING , WONDERING ,WISHING, A, RED, FEATHERED HEN, WOULD, STEP, FROM, THE BOOK, GAME, WHEN, A, SCHOLAR, DOES, STILL, PULLING, INDUSTRY, STRINGS WITH ME PINKY RING DIG, DIG

ROUND, ONE, DONE

ROUND, TWO, WORDS, MORPH STRONGER, AS, WORD, PLAY BARS, TRAVEL, UP, ,& ,DOWN, AS A, HOOKER, ON, A, TRICK,

GALE, FORCE, WORD, WIND

MONSOON, A, NIGHT, FREE, OF SKIN, NEXT, TIME YOU SEE A

SCHOLAR, DON’T, ENQUIRE WHERE, OR, WHEN, JUST, KNOW

HAVE, BEEN, REALIZE, SHE

INVOLVING, WHAT’S, UP, NEXT

CAN, SEE, WILL, MAKE, HATING

HATERS, HATE, FIERCELY

ESPECIALLY, WHEN, SEE, CAN’T

BOTHER, & ,HINDER, ME

MORE, HATE, PUT, ON, ME,

 

MORE

KNOWING, DOING, RIGHT, FOR ME, DIG, DING, ROUND, THREE         

     JAWS, DROPPED, FOLKS, CANT BELIEVE, THESE, STINGING, HOT WORDS, ARE, FLOATING, FROM CANDY, FLAVORED , FORMING, WORD, SPEARS, TO SPEAR, THE, SOULLESS

 

TO, NIGHT, STEPPING, OUT, OF

ME, NO, DOESN’T, HAVE, ME

FALLING, FROM, GRACE

QUITE, THE, FACE, DANGLING

KEYS, TO, THE, GATE, A

FAT, ASS, CAN, OF, BEAR, MACE

FOR, THE, HATE, TONIGHT

A, BLACK, WIDOW, IN, MORNING SHE

KILL, OF, , MATE, GODDESS, SMASHING, FROM, A WOODEN, CHAINS, WHEN, A POET, CREATES, HERE’S, THE MIC, KNOW, LETS, SEE, IF, FOLKS CAN, GET, IT ,UP       

River Ward 

RIVER WARD

The River Art Walk loves you

be sure too love it back

River walk was labored to be

creatively crafted for you artfully

Gracefully take time over many

times to thoroughly enjoy A walk

Our city built this architecturally

thank you, needed something new

What would this city be without

A River keeps A city afloat

Must respect the River for

it is life A River delivers

Please remember were A life

vest if you go for A swim

The River is cold the River

seems always in A rush

Exhibit as you Bike, Walk & Trot

Jog ,Run ,and Walk your dog

Exhilarated out in the open air

River bound your almost there

Stay A civil civilization & love all,

hope you enjoyed the poetic beauteous

architectural craft       

  

 

 

  

  

PEN RIGHT

Pen, pen, pen, pen, pen,

where folks pen been,

or should I say flavorless

humanityless, keyboards

still stroking whim wham

Pitter patter hogwash,

wore out no color, as A yellow shirt washed to

many times, faded now,

A rag, or throw it out,

stubborn born fools,

Standing in ash,

here is what the blind see,

A threat, A hidden mission, A piece together,

has to bee they spew,

no one’s that talented, if he is not fake,

That would mean your writing is really sub par,

by far, except fact or get the fact on,

 feel bad for those people brains,

locked in A box, from reading imagism’s

minds that have been writing & reading &

Dissecting disillusions for so long unable

to enjoy beauty, unable to see truth,

brains so used to reading the blurred

now all is blurred for them,

think at in this manner, same as how

A human who has

been lied to all there life,

so now all is A lie, unwilling unable

to enjoy, think this is human instinct,

they always fear

What they do

not understand,

as A person who sees

Different color skin for the first time

Here is what A poet saw,

one family loving & bound tight,

me your proud warrior son,

ready at helm to gallantly ride

in to battles for good & for humanity,

Generals, sending pen poet,

seven special forces, help forming

epic new wave or voice & entertainment,

A poetry stage production

that would fill Madison square garden &

Rival concert size entertainment,

mix of music & poetry festival,

writing things others will not,

in classy as can be way, not

worried

Reputation, no risk no ballows,

ladies to, sometimes you must

swing them to, pleas do

let them sway like A pendulum,

A poet is no piece together

piece of dung pie,

say it in my eye,

never, not one suggestion,

no help, not one tip,

Not one clue, think not

lock us in A room

dictionary pen paper & me

is all need

will emerge with

A banger of A poem,

& will be known as

wordy battered,

~Catch A Brick~  

Words wind

BOOK BOSS

 

Hi book boss, book tycoon,

who runith from Cali to NYC

how you scholar, that’s sweet

you folk’s sold out of pages,

,ballin, cool your crew was

enjoying themselves, only way

it should roll when ya go,

long as it’s rolling right,

would of loved to be there, on day soon, ,sigh,

hopefully on day your crew

will meet this writer

if that’s what I am,

I don’t know why but I

like that cat Maddox,

I have A good feeling about that cat,

glad everything went

silky smooth for you folk’s,

don’t sweat that mistake shit,

if A person is not making mistakes

then there not attempting

to try hard enough,

plus forget them if they can’t take A joke,

that’s music to my ears, that’s

right keep waltzing to that two step boogie &

 

I love that you love the game,

I came to skin the game,

but you know what they say

the game is to be

sold not told,

actually went to work on Tuesday

it was beautiful out, had to

step away from the pen for A quick minuet,

I have been landscaping this house ten plus

Years

I sent ya A picture excuse the

yard it’s winter, in spring

 

When all blooms it’s breathtaking,

pretty much the only place I work

at, very, very selective who

I work for

I don’t put money first,

as of July when A poet picked

up A pen

never again,

I love creating it’s the sewed in me,

I am the type of cat

Who makes patio furniture

not buy it,

almost done, truly have been

locked in this room since mid July,

when I started I was using

word pad for the first forty titles

& just tabbed them over,

I feel you shaking your head,

I know, I just got done retyping them

& I know I misspelled Dickinson

& I know on wall deco first page

seventh stanza is three count short,

 

No worries scholar, Monday done,

then I will kiss the ground,

to me punctuations don’t belong

in poetry, messing up my flow,

no one says the word period

when reading, just let them know

A small break & let it flow

no mucking up meters,

any bird,

have A fun weekend

lovely scholar,

good Friday,

 

Good words,

good folks,

must go

back to my work,

love & respect

~On deck peace~   

         

 

I Built & designed everything my self, I work mostly by my self I sucks sometimes

That’s a 7 foot waterfall & fishpond   

  

 

That’s three rivers slate it contains fossils & only was minded in a canyon in Idaho extinct now   

 

These pictures only show some of the yard

 

This is the only place I have sent words to, I find out on the 28th if A poet won

barring no flood threat delays, that would be sweet, cemented in time

APRIL

ART SCENERY

FOR EYES

Good day poet folks,

it’s your friendly workhorse poet,

pen soldier, shouldering soldiering, on & on

through vines of writing time,

destroying soulless soul poachers,

yes at point & time, poet inclined tendencies

to lean & list, towards the Female human kind,

Right now just instinct, stinks to high heaven,

A poet has to pack black widow spray

in A back pocket, seemingly sad far from rad,

to many people trying to fight nature, instincts,

ingrained in humans cells,

in throughout mass, of our masses,

maybe floats with dark matter,

Good luck fighting that,

A poet floats with kindness,

take luck we all need it,

still love my male race,

next book we get A few in,

& again for the ladies to,

the rest for humans,

Which one you mastering to be,

A reader, or to be A writer,

want perfect pen, or even chance at one,

no time for hefty books,

shorts, poetry magazine, dictionary, encyclopedias,

& news papers, only,

ten million ways expressing words,

Pen on order, letters, lettering right

righteous words, forming stellar stanzas,

no pressure,

go ahead & make it A million & one,

no speaking in tongues,

switch hit the swizzle stick,

grill, BBQ ready for

For the taste right,

protected by A spatter dash,

split the abyss,

deepwater, deep departure, natatory, trudgen,

Michael Philips, Olympic style pen strokes,

love all, but Poetry Foundation,

has to tell me if I love, AWP,

Or not, your choice,

A poet wonders who’s out there,

playing with that dirty Koch roachcoach money,

it is ok, no changing DNA,

no Deniro taxicab driver, or Deniro deer hunter,

snap pen from slumber,

truncated life, no trumpaters man,

Sorry was falling asleep,

was reading other poetry,

throw it to wind A poet willed do,

leap up as Spud Webb, word jam,

slam, stuff, though hoop,

,replay on loop,

,Ahhhh, switch hews,

As light softly

leaks through,

as seen

fine dust particles

Floating in A stale

lifeless room

amongst the air,

hair from old

Dying dog

mixes in with

creaking rapidly repeatingly

rocking from A

Old wooden

rocking chair,

A small piece of DNA

Swallowed by matter,

universe whispering softly,

loudly, into space, continuums

gravity, makes A feather fall,

keep alive, good light

Is universe my brother,

scale that lighthouse,

shine, must love all feathers

red unknowingly float to me,

unknowingly of me, feather, let it be,

No not hen, hindering, folks

tell hen, rooster still struts,

I feel will not be able

ever again to sit through A movie,

no horror films, minds moving to fast,

they state dynamic souls

clear before passing,

No foolish, foolery,

no fooled bigbear,

 know one industry circle’s,

next bookthink,

think will attempt ban, lead, from fishing

with just one poem,

simply replaced with rock,

With hole, weight right,

no lead in water,

just A rock going back

where DAWNED from, the water

lead with thought,

attempting to keep two

beauteous universes pleasantly

Creatively laboriously fed,

tomorrow will go make

earth more beautiful to gander at,

& plant more nature,

lively life nature,

 will add on earth,

~Keep Pens Floating~

My First Bar Read I Missed

HELLO,   FOLKS  

SHOUT  , OUT  , TO   THE   HOUSE DERWOLFSKOPF , YOU  HAVE  SOME KILLER , BEER

AND, , COOL  NAME

TO,  NIGHT  ,MY,  NAMES,  IS

ROSS ,   BARTON  

BIG ,  SHOUT  , TO , THE  RED  FEATHER , HEN ,FOR ,THE, EVENT

,,,,,,LETS GET IT,,,,,

SKIT, SKIT, SKIT,

LET,S REALLY ,GET, IT,, WORD LASSO,  NO ,HANKY,  PANKY,

WORDS ,DAWN, FROM, A ,PEN, PAL

UN.RI.V.ALED   –  UN.RA.V.ELED

LONE,  WOLF

LEAV.ING,  HOPE, SHY.STER.S ,LEFT

IN,  SHUTTER , TREMB.LING

HARSH.EN   HAUG.HTY   HAS.TIN.LY

ELO.CUTIO.NARY ,  WORD , MINGLE  

BETWEEN   ,   FOLK.S  ,   INDUSTRY    

PIECE.S   &   LONDON   LINGER.ERS

NO, SIDE,, SHOW   ,   NO ,SIDE ,SPIN , NO ,SIDE , STEPPING ,

HARD , MOUTHED POET , WHY , SO

HARD ,  HEART.ED , DON’T ANSWER ,ARE ,READY,  KNOWING,  THE ,ANSWER  

,PEN ,  BEAST , POET

NO, PRESSING  ,YOUR, MUCK,  LUCK

LOCKED, IN  ON,  MUCKER , POETS

MUCK ,PENS  , NO , SIDE , DISH

TASTE ,THE ,TASTY,  MAIN.DISH

DISHING ,WORDS , SIDE ,SWIP.ING

SIDE,  BUSTERS,  FOR , A,  CLEAN SWEEP,  MIC,  WORD , GORILLA

PUNISH.ING..LY , CRUSH.ING,

LAMIN.ABLE    KEY.BOARDS

DUALISTIC DUALISM

DOG , NAP , THE , DO-GOODER

RED, FEATHER,  AT , THE, RED LAKE

NO, REASON , FOR  ,HARD .HEARING  HARD. NOSED,  HARD ,LINE

HARD.SHELL ,HARD.SET , ON, A

HARD, STAND, NOW, HARD , BITTEN

STILL,  SMITTEN , BOOK,  MUST, BE HARD. BOUND ,     HARD. COVER HARD. BACK,

SWALLOWED , THE , BLUE , PILL

NOW ,  BONER ,  IN , THE ,  MATRIX,

INDUS.TRY ,   GAMUT ,  SMOOTH

BLAZZED , IT ,  DRINK.ING ,  TIME   

NO , SLAUGH.TERING , SERIOU.S MATTER.S ,  ONLY. ELE.GANT. , ELO.QUENT  ENTERTAINMENT , FOR , THE , GOOD , FOLKS , IN PASADENA , THANK , YOU ,

RED. BIRD , FOR , ALL , THE INDUS.TRY , THINGS , YOU DO, BUT IM , THE ,POETRY , WOLF,  SO, WATCH , THOSE, RED. FEATHERS

STUFFING , CROOK ,  BOOK , POETS IN , A , HURST, NEXT, STOP , THE IN.CINER.ATOR , LONE , HEART ,

LONE , MISSION , GAD.ZOOKS

FUZZY , LOGIC , RUN ,

FASTER , IT’S , ME

THE ,POUR ,MOUTHED, POET ,FROM

Somewhere NOW, I’M, ME

AS , ALWAYS, BEEN, ME,.. HERE’S

TO,.. JUGG.ING, LOGIC, ..FROM A WISDOM , TREE,   &, A, SALUTE….. TO , THEE ,

STAGE , DIVE

January

CATCHING UP WITH A SCHOLAR

 

High number one stunner how you be you, know who this be

hope you had A exquisite Christmas I guess that’s good you fixed your phone                                                 

if I was there, I would of caught it in midair and yes

it is A little painstaking I was not there, really hope you have

A banging prosperity of A new year with no tears ,

that’s to bad about that meathead at the bar, I have A poem called meathead  you will like it

       

Every poem I wrote you was for you ,the pleasantries I wrote

was really from the heart, do with them as you please, not one for my book just for you

I feel that is A lot more then other humans are willing to do,  

everything missing I am everything absent you are, what A

epic match the scholar and the beast

to form the perfect storm,

 I feel you have fought A good fight

 

For A long good quit sometime

I know you always will be there for the cause

I have your back side no matter what

that would make me down for you

if I am down for you that means I would ride for you

even if I did not entirely agree does not matter because

I respect your thoughts that means if it

 

Mean’s something to you it mean’s something to me

 let us not become to crazy,

time for K to do K

as long as I can be sandwiched between

what A love seen you deserve tons of

more happiness and fun and love

I could be wrong I am just explaining what I feel

 

For some reason I just heard fate laughing loud at me

A bloke like me with A Ace Boo Coo Scholar

that’s exquisitely beautiful that only happens in movies

and in the thoughts in my head

Do not worry I am no stocker please

 

Do not be afraid to crush me guilt free,

now you know who I be, I always be me,

float like A butter fly suck nectar like A bee

hopefully there is no bee in your bonnet about me,

 kind of sure you already heard that term lately,

I have been waiting at the table cloaked out

watching everyone’s plated pen waiting in the water

 

It is not my turf

that would be the reason I wound up shark bait ,

skate of on my set of 1974 bad ass

flamed out roller word skates,

forget waffle house,

I do not know why I threw that in

wait yes I do,

would only write that opinion to you I don’t mind I know I am the

~writer here to be the sacrifice I hope I can suffice~

P.S now I am Dawning with all might for the only thing I can see in sight is the mighty EMILY DICKINSON Award!    

 

                                                                                                                                                                                           

— Kate Gale: A Mind Never Dormant

We bring our music with us. That way, when we’re driving away from Dublin, and there is a rainbow, we’re listening to “Somewhere over the Rainbow,” and when it began to rain as we came into Belfast, we were listening to Leonard Cohen’s “Dance me to the end of love,” and when during the last […]

via — Kate Gale: A Mind Never Dormant

What is

WHAT AM I

WHAT AM I DOING

WHERE AM I HEADED

Hopscotch

number count off

four

gravity

hurdling forward

complexity universe

design feeding to

covert mass to

progression

all made

from same matter

circles on a circle

air attempts some

type blown reverse

much mass

accumulated

motion forming

matter

white pointed

tips of Denali

wind seen encased

my matter signaling

my gusto pushing back

with sounds of air as

a mans pink

tie goes win motion

pounding on

earth to

dent ground drum

beats louder tell switch

wears sown

rugs lye

~all seen~

       

Kungfu kick

SPICY WORD

KUNG POW

Hey now

watch the tongue

spicy kung pow

Rare unknown

word tasty

recipe keep on

Down low,

no low brow,

kung fu pow,

No choked

chicken, still

delicate delicatessen,

Good natured

good heated,

protective poet,

Penned all

why not

common

Comprehend,

maybe A

brain choose

blatant blasphemy,

targeting mugging,

there he goes again

~LOVE TO THEM RETURNS~

READ IT

READINGS

 

What I see

when I visualize reading

to audiences,

scratching ones head

Left thinking why

on earth would A writer

contemplate delivering A reading,

would come out

 

Kind of stinky,

might even finish A poet off,

even if I practice & practice

it would be transcended in A

 

Mediocre manner at best,

that’s bad entertainment,

no way to make the best

stuffed in A pile lingering

 

With the common rest

just had to pen this from my chest,

I hear loud buzzing sound

from the writers nest,

Must keep

progressive progress progressing,

give me your

three biggest conventions

 

With A stage,

here’s something to envision,

no need to close eyes to visualize

let’s set stage,

 

Were going to need to acquire

extra lighting & sound

add to that A fog machine,

A set plants, furniture exedra

 

Were for sure going to need A choir,

A few live instruments, violin’s, harps exedra

plus six to eight dancers

half female half male,

 

Going to need

four live wolfs, with handlers,

A professional reader or actor,

preferably Samuel L Jackson

Or Jack Black,

Or Whitney Peyton!

But I’ll settle for A local bloke,

that’s the yellow

Tasty yolk

just eat it folks,

feel as

A good show

 

Is the least A poet

could do

in with new

~Hue~

           

        

Strumming Along

STRUMMING ALONG

 

See the dust that’s me

trotting down this unmarked dirt trail

for some reason I slowed down to a snails pace

seem to be stalling out feeling as if

I have been mixed up

in a twelve round bout ,but I’ll never bale,

this word bucket is constantly

glowingly over flowing

When you really write

a piece of you ,feels as if I have been

giving A mental stoning same as pelted

,must work steadily hard to have

this sheet of ice melted

and the beginning cemented

excuse my prowess tantalizing pen,

take in a healthy gulp

to help quench your thirsty thirst

 

My writing will slowly grow and grow

 to succumb to A whopper of A burst,

sometimes it feels good

to throw in a curse word

to be heard or read

must keep all walks of readers pleasantly fed

steadfast for the magniloquence

,silver-tongued but no devil

never that’s for sure

 

Possessed with the curse

of really reading people

,still staring through the key hole

,my word goblet overflowith

I want to be your word bag man

hope you know it

 please just comb it

 

Stroke the thick fir I don’t think there’s fleas,

mount the zebra ride it

to the camel then

switch rides gallop on that dusty hump

tell you come to A giraffe

swing up on his stretched out neck—

he will mosey you across

two rivers then you we hear

A gorilla she will

~drag you to were I be~

         

 

   

p.s happy Friday night enjoy your weekend thee end

RUN FASTER

RUN FASTER

 

Friday night hype

not A problem in sight

only A situation &

the situation can be solved,

Wouldn’t let you down

would prefer to choose

to be bullwhipped &

dragged by A horse,

 

As the sweet voiced

Bishop Briggs sings,

wild horses run faster,

& I’m not A pretender,

A poet ready to run like

Billy the pen kid, some reason

trying to fly A kite in the

middle of the dead of night,

 

Ya feel that Deep Valley Smile

for miles, be some love,

some dark, some bark, ya again,

I would love to give your

 

Fanny A friendly bite,

bouncing words through

late night, we also have A duty

not to pen only clouds,

bound to be heard loud,

 

Dawns some sun

to worm the bun &

tickle the muffin,

no wolfing no bluffing,

just A red rooster,

 

Strutting on A red hen,

tell all chumps,

I’m bound to win,

I see your saltman,

will get to this

Bible salesman later,

how refreshing, how unique,

he will far well at

the brain wash Oregon retreat,

skeet, skeet, skeet,

 

Four bear for tear,

mere words mirroring

me, that’s how A truth

telling pen pens,

somehow some my

 

Best pen pen’s when I’m

penning on you scholar,

or mixing in thought,

you tell me doctor,

I have props for

 

me bouncing through

to bounce love at you, I hope this

~love wont bounce off you~  

                  

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BY HA JIN
Once I have the freedom to say
my tongue will lose its power.
Since my poems strive to break the walls
that cut off people’s voices,
they become drills and hammers.

But I will be silenced.
The starred tie around my neck
at any moment can tighten into a cobra.

How can I speak about coffee and flowers?

Ha Jin, “Because I Will be Silenced” from Between Silences. Copyright © 1990 by Ha Jin. Reprinted by permission of The University of Chicago Press.
Source: Between Silences (The University of Chicago Press, 1990)
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I Wrote PEN USA This Poem Who KATE GALE Also Sits With

 

ONLY IF

EYES

SEE PEN

 

To my friends, & fellow Pen

regardless what A bird heard,

be all around sweet love,

A poet here to stay, not moving,

Plated roots as I grow beyond

conventionality conventions,

heed my brain extension,

profound noun, profane pro legalistic

 

Unrealistic, know not, know now,

realistic now they thee simplistic,

talk to folks tell them,

the seen, watch scene change,

Landscape blossom, people blossom,

humanity wins, human’s win,

that’s what we call A win, win,

A horse was not pulled from the stable,

 

Fresh ink, seven fifty three am,

Friday morning, good morning, Getty up,

one more upon thousands more,

pen will not slow, Pen was yelling,

Telling, only if every human

was listening, or at least ones had

chance, instead, just glance, why,

make’s no sense to sweep

 

 

A poet under A rug, deeper just dug,

there telling us, they need to

rob the earth, plunder

the blue from our sky,

Rape the blue from our water,

what do we do Pen,

so hard to box me pen

I do blame you for that,

Now oil flows, thousands gallons, minutes,

DAWNING for our BLUE,

not working PEN,

now the drum beats louder, harder,

 

Hearts shrink in sun,

they have come for our blue,

real letters, true poet pen,

that’s A win, win,

They can attempt to ignore my pen

all day, not possible,

my pen as wind, must reach every human,

so help all, for help,

help to help, help you,

 

Help me, help all,

for help sake,

Silence,

 

Will,

I,

Be,

~Not~
          

DEATH THREATS From Poetry Foundation Lead By Harriot Monre”s KATE GALE

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BY HA JIN
It is no use to beg anymore.
He has begged them many times
to let me speak to the head of the army hospital,
but he’s told nobody will listen to him,
a bad-egg, who only deserves a bullet.

“We’ve been ordered to get your skin,”
the squad-leader says, “to repair
the extensive burns of Liu Yi
who risked his own life
saving horses from the burning stable.
Now, let’s go.”

They take him to the hill behind the hospital.

It’s dinner time
and the loudspeaker is playing music.
Nobody will hear the shot in the woods.

They stop at a ruined temple
whose stones, bricks and rafters
have been ripped off by the villagers.

In the distance
a light is shining like a glow-worm.
He doesn’t know whether it’s a star or a lamp.
It doesn’t matter now.
He takes it as the pole-star.
His only worry is: I’m not nineteen yet
and my parents will never know
how their son disappeared.

“Now you may say something if you want.”
They pull out the towel from his mouth and wait.

Suddenly he starts yelling, “I curse all of you,
the whole hospital! All your babies
will have no ass-holes and die at birth!
I curse Liu Yi and his family too!
He and his folks will be struck by thunderbolts!”
They raise their pistols
and he raises his tied hands:
“Long live the Chinese Communist Party!
Long live—”
One pistol fires.

He wanted to shout “Chairman Mao,”
but they wouldn’t let him get it out.

The bullet hit his penis—
which is the best way to save the skin.

Ha Jin, “The Execution of a Counter-Revolutionary” from Between Silences. Copyright © 1990 by Ha Jin. Reprinted by permission of The University of Chicago Press.
Source: Between Silences (The University of Chicago Press, 1990)
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Laborious Buttocks

LABORIOUS-BUTTOCKS

 

What does the title mean not really anything much

or may be much of something,

,everything does that make everything a thing or A thingy

I guess that means high, hello,

there’s always two boxes in life to check

I really strive hard to check mark the smart righteous one

 

But we be only human beings

so we are all bound to make a mistake messing things up

but never to the point were things are close to unforgettable

like submmittable

I like people that are crazier then me

and that’s meant to be jovial ,jocularity,

plus yes true to

Poetry wolf no ordinary lacky ,keen word yardstick ,

do not break bread with the supercilious

,the cheer up just word love striving somewhat my best

to stimulate the word G spot I effort to help you feel your best

all we can do is give are beastly best

hold your sexy self up on A pedestal

high in the sky for the fact you are A lovely lady

With A sexy mind a little crazy but that’s sweet

still a legend in the writing industry

and most of all A good human

I write what I feel it is laborious ,

you already feel that ,

A unpredictable wolf with a pilot G-2 05 for that reason

after I write this cheer up friendly friend poem

 

I muchly might be inclined to write

pluck , pluck the red hen that sounds like a butt load of fun ,

spreading what I can of the sun

let it dawn on you to start illuminating peace

not with your arch enemies just with me

with the flick of the wrist

I try to explain to my self why I am gravitated to you & that red bird

 

but I really cant but I am,

I already be, my hole life has been A epic unique fight

Such a long lop sided haul

~time is fastly running out~

PEN PAL

PEN PAL

 

It can be A beautiful thing to have A pen pal

as long as that pen stays A friend

,it should the ink is very loyal as if I was A smurff

, yes I have chewed far more then my fair share of soil

 

, I constantly have to check my self

to hold it down to A parboil

on this set of four poetry whatchmallcallit books

,not on my fifth book

 

really will not be A tame one

,tame is lame only applies to the orthodoxy sane

willing to be A lot of different types of fabulous things

but never A plain Jaen,

 

one ,two, one, two ,two ,one hear that

I don’t for the fact I never march to A cadence

,poets can write all day long

but can not captivate A new audience

 

to sell A trillion books

if you write in effort to make no sense

some call it nonsense or nonsensical

,everything is better A tad radical

 

if you don’t prefer my pen that’s understandable

if you don’t read me that is dramaticall

but I think my marketing plan is mathematical

must think way out side the square box

 

it helps if you swing

on hell of A rock ball pouch

that goes for the ladies to

sometimes you have to swing them to

 

that’s hot if you do,

please kill of the haikus

on the next full moon please do

I thought I saw you whip by

 

on your witch broom

zoom,

zoom, zoom

I’m just being funny

like A cartoon lets all bloom

in my book this is the definition of

        ~P.OETRY   U.NIQUELY   R.ITIN   E.NTERTAINMENT    POETRY~

 

   

 

   

                                

 

                                                                                                                                                               

           

Standing On

STANDING ON HONICKMAN

 

Standing steadfast with a box of

word mashed potatoes, your about to eat the box,

I know you will gobble it all up

with your gluttony,

should of never attempted to stuff me

 

Then lump me in with the common pen,

my Pilot G 2-05 is magically grammatically ,

word splenderificly chiseled from chisum,

unique unison infamous remorselessness potency,

ready to obliterate the ordinary out right

Out wit your Honickman right after I

lampoon the Walt wit men award winner,

it is sad to say I must gnaw the

flimflam Honickman abortive award winner

smooth all the way to tid bit’s ,

 

Elementary idiomatic language ,

brace for the Poetry Wolf syntax mighty word plow,

choose your Honickman real careful

they sure will be subordinate to me,

hey day heavy weight lake poet versed verses

 

Dug in at my bridge head

real talent will raise then lower the rhythm,

equals word splendor, please remember

to pick your winner wisely

for the reason when I read them

 

They will feel the wrath of the

poetical word banging zippy zingers,

if not harmony then not poetry ,

tell me how are you going to heard

in A trillion more new readers,

 

when you write to

make no sense

that’s nonsense,

same beat up stale style,

do your self A favor

 

Mount that shit in A pile

get your self A popper scupper

then burry it,

my Pilot g 2-05 pen I am married to it,

the world word cup

~I will bare it~   

                      

SHOT GUN WEDDING

SHOT GUN WEDDING

 

Most of your styles have been forever battered

A full moon is coming irked ink

that happens when you acerbity

yank the ladder out from under me

that I was climbing on now I hear

buzzing from the bee in my bonnet

brace your self for the impassioned

 

Prowess word knowledge comet hurling

to calash with brains,

A belletrist with A word spear to

spear the Shakespearean, do not flatter your self

or take it wrong this has nothing

to do with your so called poem A day

those poets have nothing to say

 

Just warming up the pilot g-2 05 pen play

divine beauteous writability

you chose polemicist my pen will oblige

now dawns the doppelganger poetry lupo

word plow with much phraseology know how,

braced to exquisitely pounce on your

Walt Whitman award winner

 

Choose wisely for the reason

Poetry Wolf is looking forward

to A tasty Whitman poetry dinner

I be hungry the problem is

I only feed on other poets

excuse my rollicking raspy poet mannerisms

never plagiarism

 

Miffed about your outright supercilious

,no worries my pilot pen A true survivalist

now when I read your Whitman award winner

Poetry Wolf will grammatically poetically

rock them out of there seat

strapped on my word cleats

let it dawn to you pick your winner carefully

 

thank you kindly I really prefer to be friendly—

I get it folks must pay there dues

no one understands that more then me

the only weddings I have ever witnessed

were shot gun weddings

on this pilot pen the industry

better start smart betting

never tangled up in any type of net or netting

 

Simple but some how comes out perplexing

 remember I have not even chewed my steroids yet

~the beginning .…you just met~                      
P.S. THAT’S HOW YOU RUN IT FRONT TO BACK, STILL MARK IT ONE PAGE

INK JOY

INK JOY

 

Deploy the onset of blissful ink joy ,

ink stains hopefully my ink stains all brains ,

un murky tid bits to nibble on ,swell word mixability

most of the poetry I read is killing me

except Gay John

A swell word writer ,no mockery

,pen pirate flexibility don’t be A killjoy in A clown car

you know I am just flexing

to show you my pen play

 

For the fact I think you are

outstandingly ,astonishing folks

no yolk ,

Do not lampoon the dogmatic

with hind sight hay day hey say

,the cover better be made of top shelf mill board

,A un kept un wed legerity lake poet

I will not blow it

please do not doubt the high flown hexameter

 

Numbskull whatchamacallitt poet

A real swell dipstick lectionary Lappish

next time I will write you A subject matter poem

of A more matter of fact matter

I should be the next batter at bat

plan on smashing that ball way beyond

the walls of the ball park walls ,

wish on day we could have a pick nick at the park

really prefer the day light over the dark

but I can utilize both

 

Thinking on A grand scope

I know the fire you are quick to stoke

that’s what keeps me warm and fuzzy

just shaved my man beard

I was feeling A little bit bummy

I be no chumlee but I like Rebecca Romney

don’t be a commy ,

sorry I was hard pressed

to follow the word Romney

but I like the word Kate better

A enamor of love

That’s what I express

to you

to dawn to be

~happily happy~ INK JOY

Calming The Storm

CALMING THE STORM

 

Hi hello, good week ,good looks ,only four letters in pure there is no fifth book

that’s truly stream I be good on the edge only look down when I have to

I am scared of heights unless you want me to

propel down like Rambo with A war flash back

holding A over sized can of whoop ass

as if I was all three stooges warped in one to get it done

if people are able to be gender free

then I should be capable of being genre free

 

There’s no difference that means you can’t label me

that’s not A cup that is the hole pot of soup

eat up you need it ,

caught A whiff of my competition

now sprang to full sprint to tree A writer,

as A writer I am not concerned

at all with my competition

just focused on me treeing words

 

Unless that is any kind of competition for your attention

then I must deploy all tactics to win that battle,

feeling invigoratingly lecherous for you,

seems to be Christmas, time, to flood our country

with tons of plastic mostly from china,

please never stand behind me

I must stand behind you

really do not want A spot light

 

That is one reason I have chosen A writers name

the other is marketing

,for some time

that means if I want to promote through PR stunts

I will have A professional reader in A Poetry Wolf

mascot uniform that also can break dance like A 88 cardboard vet

then if I can muster up peoples curiosity

who I be then I will hit them with A biography

 

It was far from ready you only have one shot to impress

I want to bring my utmost best

 

~LOVE & PEACE and A little wisdom from Capone~

                      

Wolf Fight

 

A WOLF

MEETING

 

GrayWolf, meet poetry Wolf,

maybe we already met, you would have to inform me,

good human, these days even catch & release the spiders & fish,

do not see how you could of missed my howl,

now fur fly, teeth out snarling,

wild, free roam survivalist, friend & brother of Bigfoot,

wolf they dog park, trick performing, ball fetching,

 

GrayWolf lock face, wolf fight,

rules did they change, still one right, one wrong

gong show, send them off A plank,

bad show, no show, did they know,

for fact know now, your people attempted mugging,

made effort for A Weaseled killing,

refuse to right A wrong, or do right,

 

Moon is full poetry wolfs time to rise,

 

They said were not here to sell books,

poets do not make money,

I said if I could be different, I would,

so I will, watch GrayWolf,

I will surely surpass, romp over

hillbilly elegy in sales, that book held it

down for A long while, books by the pallets,

 

Come July, pen been on lock down for A year straight,

every day, all day, all ways, pen to paper

every word read & fed, not even close

to f. withering down, they not even close

to shaking & shivering, all know now,

look out, penned out, penning teachers & all,

excuses, no ducking, on top, they most reprint &

 

Translation book theft, whipped by little old

uneducated me, that’s why the swift sweeping,

lifted rug, check there cheat sheet, now let me speak,

words be heard, speech suppressers, so hard to mute me,

discourage me, lie to me, insult me, hurt me, then kill me,

in order, flabbergasted at me still standing taller

when smoked cleared, & when saw this,

 

Run, went for cover, they dashed,

did not fathom all the mines, hidden amongst tall grasses,

well thank you for pre platinum bump chump,

this is the easy now usher in thee word lip hook,

as A pen dives deeper, feel room quake, for truth &

entertainments sake, mind take flight, A call for

submissions of truth first book award,

 

Only one winged horse bless this planet,

for sure not them, take the logo down,

great blue wolf stands towering before you GrayWolf,

me marketing super wolf, all loyalty, lone wolf,

pureblood, purebred, kiss of peace, thought we were family,

DAWN to pack up, roll call, dog roll,

demented delinquency punch drunk punch press,

 

Facility no factualism, revoke, terminate there facultative,

sloppy power, gossipmongers, book lame

book pour, Dalop dip taco, kitty mouth, hawk mouth,

reputed best seller, words dawn, words worth,

word punch, no punster, kiss of apotheosis,

Kinross shire word astronomer, human kind butler,

required reach around requisition deliberation,

 

Waggle dance, hug, hug, hug from a gossamer silver back gorilla

composing as Gottschalk, please rescale,

not for me for you, waiting game, un pen wait list,

every humans A burner, if they can figure it out

too douse those flames to reach enlightenment,

GrayWolf do not let your nose go Anosmia,

Poetry Foundation

Antagonistic delta rhythm

trench mouth Demagogy, demerit the answerable,

Antaeus  lifted of feet to be demolished,

do wise, Latinize this writer,

lasso the last hurrah,

love, love, love ,

understanding, understanding,

 

Light, Life,

Food, Food, Food,

~EAT~

Sweeting the scene

SWEETEN

SWEET WORDS

 

Sweet pie, sweet word’s, sweet spot,

sweet scene, outline the

outmoded sweetly, so sweet on the house,

holdup the dismiss,

book no keepsake, for sake,

Jumbo hotbed on A full hot plate,

no haggling, only horse play,

do not harness A horse

or hinder A path, hold for last,

word bloodbath only when forced,

Hand reached out, please don’t spit on,

take hand, lets walk or strut

or swag or skip, no chew no dip,

sweet pen feeding sweet teeth,

every turn strive to arrive

 

Events I will arrive, every event,

do not want, only if forced,

sweet pop, sweet stance, humorous

magnanimous pen peer, please regard

how A poet swiftly thwart the team &

 

Brought writers to pen harder,

teeming with pen effeteness,

me gnarled girth, good be great,

deaden dastardly, sweet cognizance

common sense, lessen the dense,

 

Back with tools to cut through A fence,

lets hope they did not construct A wall,

might slow, can not stop,

nonsensical two try to,

 

Will stand regardless,

I prefer sweetly, sweet peas, please

put in place grace, spread, fling

A little sweet on me,

for those who live to hate

 

In due time,

two be seen, there certitude color of honor,

word sweet shop,

life sweepstakes sweet flag

sweet loyalty,

 

Honor the sweetheart contract

swiftly, worded swimmingly,

keep eye on there

swindle sheet,

speak urban Urartian, epistolary,

Blue beard,

blue beat, blue

head, blue law,

Poetry Whiff

 ~Hierophant~

 

P.S

If only four poetry books ever

to be penned,

 shall never write poetry again,

nothing to do with recent events,

always has been the thought,

feel if that’s the goal

must make each book minimum

of two hundred & fifty pages,

me will always write, but

this shall be the only four poetry books

will ever write,

try to enjoy,

me will try to bring you

My Best, my Best two all you                  

James Bound Bond Whaltz

JAMES BOND WALTZ

 

Please waltz with me ,sweet sauce on the sweet potato ,

hear comes gab’s of sweet & sour sauce,

recherché libidinous maelstrom ,overlooking the iciness

jargon imagism ,spear the okeydokey sightless match up,

hold the prompt I do not write laxness IceLandic

do not try to obfuscate A lawless maverick, word layering

the layers many as I positively muster up, as if

It was A greatly grafted layered cake

the more layers the more mastery it displays

 

No let down or lay around or lamebrain,

but I am giftly excited about your hot juicy good & plenty

I must hotly confess no madder the dress ,

this is no smash cut it is your class room

I just want to complete my school work ,

if you can please spoon feed me the hot lesson’s,

wow I really better cool down this pen

or it might be sloppy hand time, that’s the name

of one of my poems in my book sloppy hand you will like it

 

Please teach me how to waltz to your beat

I need to know ,

what are you yelling for save it for Tammany Hall,

you know I will quickly float of wall ,so for every

O face it is going to cost you twenty five sand dollars,

for every epic holler from A scholar

have those sand dollars stacked by the door Doctor ,Doctor Ruth me,

meanwhile I consonantly stack hordes & scores

of shorts & words, I banged out,

 

,I keep on my edit

in tell it comes out redact ,

when you read it off to run it through the editor ringer

keep in mind pen x time =writing dominance with the Wright mind,

A page turner is A page turner

A squirter is A squirter ,

It is what it bee

 

Honestly can not remember someone that was

nice to me genuinely ,but that be society cold & dumb as any spices comes,

that is the opera at it’s peak waltz

or folk music on the skiffle

no Gandoff more of A Merlin type wizard

form your own idioms’ tunnel free oxy wisdom

for some it really is encoded in their DNA

therefore I must be A fourth Generation writer

third Generation I know for sure ,

 

 Growing up I was so festinated by the typewriter ,

wow onwards with the waltz on words,

killing off all cults to me that’s

every religion from a to z

no I sure do not want to argue that point,

just let my thoughts rest were they be,

yes I Shockley, feeling knowingly know

the last thing they really want or refuse to do

is promote or highlight A cat with no formal education,

no matter the work

 

Would give it to A person with A MFA

with less talent,

MF.them

guess who paid more dues ,

opportune is opportune,

A full moon let it DAWN on you is A full moon

there will always be A full moon

at A point in time ,

do you think I hold A

~Masters?~                             

           

Book Theft

 

POETRY FOUNDATION

INJUSTICE

BOOK THEFT

 

To Poetry Foundation,

associations, friends & colleagues.  

To the Book industry &

all whom might be concerned.

I Kevin AKA

pen name Poetry Wolf

entered Poetry Foundations Emily Dickinson.

 

Poetry first book for non published

writers, over forty contest, held

by the Poetry Foundation, submitted

my manuscript, book titled,

Word Shrewdness Dawns To All,

one hundred & fifty plus pages,

on February 20, submitted my book, manuscript

deadline was February 28, my book

        Crafted By my hands, & only my hands,

so did the Poetry Foundation,

then the foundation proceeded

to take my book & passed it,

waved it, emailed it,

 

 

Distributed, my, Kevin s Johnsons Book,

,Word Shrewdness Dawns To All To every person they wished,

many colleagues, friends, teachers,

students, all around the country, &

internationally, they wrote articles

on my book, filled there magazine,

dissected it,  plundered it, learned my book,

stole my style craft, they taken

by my book, perplexed by my book,

 

Only A editor & judges

should be reading my material, Only,

add on top of that the unprofessionalism,

unkindness & attacks

I Kevin J had to endure,

then with no word, rudely rejected my book,

,ok, the fact Poetry foundation

distributed my book unlawfully,

Wrong 1,

 

The fact, you, the

poetry foundation,

did not contact me, or inform  

of my finishing place, or

any kind of contact, as were publishing

about my writing, I read, I respond,

they publish more Reponses,

,games, ,stalling, as they pilferage

Poetry Wolf, wrong cat,

Wrong 2,

The Fact that the

Poetry Foundation

plotted, planned, discussed,

in circles, in private rooms,

to make sure I would not have

A chance, is unforgivable,

,Wrong 3,

 

Fact, Poetry Foundation were, was, is, collaborating

& planning these unlawful actions

in consents, with the help of many,

It took there whole organization & more

to enact & carrying out this atrocity,

many poets wrote attacking me,

,AKA, Poetry Wolf &

by my word skilled lonesome,

out Penned all there writers,

students, teachers, A cool whipping,

,Wrong 4,

 

Poetry Foundation

refused to let it be known that my

writing existed at all

at the same time they wine

my words, my ideas, my pen,

is barrowed, collaborated, designedly,

With no attempt to contact

or authenticate, Poetry Wolfs words worth,

poetry magazine prints statements, reenactments,

these out right blatant

Poetry Foundation Lies,

It is super sad of you to ask

Your Students to lie,

 

 

Poetry Foundation

knew that would mean they

have been doing nothing,

That they were un honest,  

what would that say about the staff

& all there conventions,

would not look good, so

they plotted & planned my death,

still I penned new work for them,

sent it in, as then they sent all, I mean all,

 

Of there writers to pen hastily

on me,

funny thing is, I spanked there

hole house, With ease,

weak writers, should be very embarrassed

at the level of talent & work being

turned out, is sadly sad,

Still I returned with love, so they

could right the wrong, again they ignore me,

write about me, try to bully me

away, for not one practical, reasonable reason

 

Wrong 5,

fact they asked,

Coaxed, told, there collogues

& students to lie,

as we speak they making

mad dashy dashes to

 

Retract & print  lies,

~ to cover there tracks,~

Pre Dog Fight & A MFA Whipping

PROMPTED

POETRY WOLF

 

Graywolf, poetry wolf,

word wolf beat, poet pen,

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bagman band’s man, water bear,

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mystified two fisted

Skip trace barbarian,

deep rooted in pen ink,

Bangalore bang-up,

automatic refueled magic super saucy

wonders word big gulp cup, drink,

stellar read, stellar slap,

deep seeded deep words,

 

Nippers at heals, fingerlings,

watch it I Aquarius,

I water board, water park,

waterworks, sweep pea

sweet hole sweetass,  soggy cookie,

garden pisser, dall’s sheep,

deepfreeze please, styed eye

 

Fish pie, no skipper bottom scraper,

deep poet, attempted

punkish defang hanging,

Gardens of Babylon,

hankering for A happy hunt

happenstance, left imbroglio,

sweetheart pain train, no luckish,

 

None, only pen highs,

only pen lows,

guarantee one will not

fathom thinkingly predict,

what words travel to life,

from brain & good heart,

brain train no tracks,

 

Porky’s revenge,

hole puncher, muffin muncher,

double down, double up,

double tap the double face,

Bantam daily double,

sausage banger,

Bangkok barbwire

Defining moment, doll face

fluffy guppy’s, wishbone

fish sticks, ballyhoo deep dish dung,

hardboiled hardball hangman,

happy hunting,

hangout, hunged out,

now hung over,

Pish posh, hoopla,

bull hole, fisheye,

smelly salt, loopa,

click clack clicking,

clinkingly, twistingly thinkingly,

Let DAWN to thee,

~BE~  

To Poets . org

POEM A DAY

 

Unsubscribe, yes sure did,

who ever runs that

program needs help, or

Folks need to hire

me, say that for

reason, poem they come,

 

No help, no topic,

no entertainment, no

variety, clinched drowned

 

In cronyism cronies,

clear deck, no way to

catch new readers, new interests,

 

Catch eye, no way to

reach all, no attempts

at addressing human matters,

 

No laughs, barely few

smiles, no entertainment,

clenched in box,

 

Click clack clatter,

A poet

could gift

 

You with ten ideas that would triple

your readership, address the truth & lift

humans up, what are these

 

People thinking, clean it up,

,Love you,

we can do better,

~Peace or Pieces~  

Prompt Me

PROMPT ME

 

A small poke in the belly I will giggle,

posses A little bit of Rob Riggel style humor

guess that means Hi nice to read you,

hear the wittieism, wordability, connotation ,

every stroke of the ink is

 

Penetration ,comprehensive ,contemplation

now dawns A new dawn

when I dawn on thee,

no word con clown do not qualm the Poetry Wolf ,

just want’s to be petted

 

Brandi M to me you are the definition

of poetic silk,

how is it possible not to wallow

in your word wonderism,

would never let anybody treat you like A mannequin

 

Dawns the bliss you know

the poetry wolf is A

word beast gluten,

there’s only one beautiful

Scholar

 

I put way up high on A golden pedestal,

she is the only one who can tame

this word beast,

what A epic match

the Scholar and the beast, to say the least

I think I am A writer,

 I must write the most,

no longer will I be A ghost or cruzz on coast,

you Brandi M are the

picture of poetic

 

I am the picture of your garbage man

the hot one if there is one

will not just jot shit down

the Pilot pen A little ruff

but quick on the cuff never corrupt

 

If you’re A friend of the Scholar

then you are A friend of me

knave illicit Kevin

I mean indignation knack poetry wolf

jack of all words

 

But no jail bird

never cared for cheese curds

thank you for prompting me with

the poke in the belly

 

Please let the Scholar know

it is all love

~that is what DAWNS from my power pen~

 

Like Jelly Roll said

[we got next]  

            

Woman Power

 

We should start by saying

much respect & happy

Woman, Lady, human folk

month, better be every month,

this ones special so let us be

thankful & let us celebrate

hands & drinks raised to the air

with heads Bow down in honor

& much respect to our

human Lady folk,

dead & alive

every walk, every kind,

from every land, you all are goddesses

HORAE, don’t let anybody feed you

honkydory humdrum humbug,

no fence sitter,

hot potato hothead in A hot seat

 

On A hot roll with my hot pen

laying hot words, Feminism hothouse

no matter lesbian or nullipara

to nuns, love all ladies,

,males chugalug humble pie,

sweet wife’s, dancers, moms,

business lady folks, blue collar,

waitresses, call girls, lady cops,

fighters, to many to list,

thank you,

that’s not lighthearted

that’s lighthouse,

you are Female mammals

the life light, life giving,

life force & all your lifework

may you be blessed

with all in your lifetime,

 

Watch out sum will

seem like your chums

but really under their skin

their fish chum,

please feed them to the sharks

always embrace your

feral ferity & this hypermeter factitively,

remember to remember to raise

your Daughters wiser

break the pendulum cycle,

let’s all remember to stay somewhat humble

it takes two too bring new life to light,

too many times

I have seen A Woman

with her belongings weeping on A curve

chewed up & broken by rotten humans,

so many not even given A chance,

Then some male has the

ignorant foolish gull of A mouth

to state, she is crazy,

ya you might be right you

would be to

after thirty years of

obtuse mental abuse,

take that for face value

my fellow males

or we will have A face off

then you will be faceless,

that’s not even close to my face card,

no words barred only be given,

much respect to

Female humans, to you

shall be given

~Peace & Love~

Tasmanian Wolf

TASMANIAN

WOLF

 

Deep breath for A howl

slapabout, inferior, in advanced

in denial, approaching demolishment,

 

Unpolished writers,

 four six two, twenty two,

fine slide, to c, on A h, switch hit

 

Thought, pen pinprick, stuff gadget

in hole & eat hole, hole,

if me bird, they mites, parasites, pen worms,

 

Micro logic pen level

of A three year old simple sibling

left dribbling, pop test chump,

 

Me smarter, me know exactly

what kid will pop heads up first,

thank you, Poetry Wolf professional

 

Whack A mole,

nature of the beast they say,

as if to think I was

 

The least bit intimidated,

wrong again,

best of mark, so be marked off,

 

Chicken head chumps, choking on lumps,

soft fists, flea jabs, tiny girl punches,

they tickle, empty lunch pale, word mold,

 

Sculpted minds no time,

left far in the dust way back in pack

can not be seen they that far

 

In the distance behind,

see three, two, twelve,

run to ninety nine if want,

 

Surrender

they bootlicked kicked

now A tic

 

Small cactus little pricks, barely noticeable,

not mean A thing, no chicken wing,

tool box ball ping hammer fun kit,

 

They no entertainment lip service,

we will see in book sales,

,no chump,

 

A 1 promoter, they sold

twenty copies to family,

beat A bush leg of lame lamb,

How many you pen

fresh tonight,

let us see,

that’s what thought, not,

brick to ear,

 

P.S

Again

check the hole house down

& there silly friends

all about

six hours,

~NEXT~

           

WordPress Love

IMPRESSED

TOP SHELF

WORDPRESS

 

Must & will confess,

truly first love in industry

DAWNED from Word top shelf Press,

pressing books, pressing forward,

Press release, golden fleece of blogs,

giving A writer fair chance

to spread fair word, fair enough,

not just there words now

 

Mine shall bee seen too,

so thank you WordPress,

field is graded watch funnily

as me go fetch them savagely,

 

Round them up, book roundup,

pressing on, pressing up,

rock those numbers up, up, up & up,

heard in more, two flaps of A wing,

 

I call it wing dinged,

sky bound lightning bird, &

word is the bird, so word to thee bird,

birds words worth, wordking,

 

Wordpower word up WordPress,

will you add me free pro for life

if A writer inks logo tattoo

on A back, no pack wolf lone

 

 

Lone wolf, writer, penglider,

box free brain,

pain is enlightenment

on solo souls,

 

Ill will, will not scoop that low,

lowbrow, no brow,

plain is them, plain to see,

plain to read, plainly lame,

 

Skin game, three knocks on A turtle shell,

press words, press thoughts,

press love, press truth,

press all WordPress,

 

Right, right on, thanks for

setting A writer up classy classic,

impressed,

top shelf

 

WordPress,

~Love Press~

               

Endless Foundation Beating

OVER FROM

THE

JUMP

 

There the soft cookies go again crumbling, foolishly self whipping, mouth sliding for sure urinal slurping, sta, sta stutter soft butter melt it, first blood you delta it, words so fire hot your foundation smelting it, this be the last one so drink it, if you’re the prestige of poetry I am feeling really chilled, quiet comfy, no need for you now, you useless, as cob on corn, but, but, but, no teeth useless  

 

Just hung the rope, you self used it, we new it, brew it, stew it, eating time feeding frenzy, no du, du, du, dummy no threat, this is how do, feel it sting the wiping from a magical dawn, from our brother, mighty big bird, wi, wi, wi, wing, let it be known this hot lettered heat, no rhythm f. A beat, bee flowing waterfall rightly right top shelf pen,

 

Do right, so get too act right, have not penned yet, waiting for the Yeti, this be fun word co, co, co confetti, come on Don, confess weaselly to wisely say it, speak it, state it, masked dense dunce, devil, deviled heads, smell of devil eggs, self guilt, self service paranoia, ducking from mind tricks little one, own personnel house, feeding it’s own house, devil candy, skeet sk, sk, skeet, no not flow or dawn

 

To all, only the hubbub industry cancer, do not twist they will answer, on time in history, Don start training, if you want some one could swing by & give you some steroids, free on the house, just looking out for you bro biscuit, or may be it be A imagism gisim, either way they will feel champion word power for sometime, ok my dear human, it is as seems, Poetry foundation received A

 

 

Book of acid & gobbled all sheets up, what the f., that’s awesome, not delivering word genital even hard, it be flaccid, fleece flea bags, who will continuingly genuinely wordily find their mind impassably, two pass, by imposters theft imports, underdog wont write for little devil heads, hopscotch on, please do all good, take those shitty poems with you, fake archive I found A stash bush

 

Dasher propaganda, money in hand, used lame lie lambs, lamb chops, no du, du, du dummies, not treat word smashage, boscage boss rage been played over from the jump, Lumpy & Edna force feeding shit on a slick stick dick, slickity Rick cheese balls, vintage ball handlers, ballzilla sippy cup, donkey bonk hate bakers, great circles of horse shit, gray lady, me muffin stunner, word

 

Bag bush letters ladle of keck kelson, says Kaiser struffington guile, urinal smuch, rickety hellcat, last time word ball bagging the house, saver the special flavored flavor, there unwashed for sure hello hella sweaty & coated in lead, get it all ball baggers, as usual they duck soup, blind walking, neck talking, chicken hawking, do word justice stop talking, thy who choose to sleep ,

 

Choice, choose, chosen, our great brother will speak up, that’s how to pen creep, you don’t have it so leave & walk off, that’s what I doing, walking away from this pile of shit, smells to bad in here, sta, sta, sta stinky, finish up A few projects, go to Montana write by A lake for time, go two Madison see family, then Chicago, only two hours from Madison, take A tour of the foundation, no

 

Not A tha, tha, tha threat dummy, may be me & DON can square off make it A charity event, if I win you publish me & 110,000, if I loose you get all four books free, wait I better,

Google this dude first,

,hold on,

~Were Good.~

                                             

WHAT A WORD BASHING

REALLY THIS WILL BE

THE HOTTEST THING YOU

WILL READ FOR A YEAR

ENJOY YOU KNOW YOU LOVE

Poetry Clenseing

FORMAL LOGIC

HAND SLASHERS

Formal logic hands lashers,

have A poet feeling chagrin,

looking for A flashpoint

pointless flash of seniority,

art exploiting, please old school,

Fall guy no plummeting for yolk thought,

no message on A screen,

you want to reach A poet folk,

Poet Postulate, you must fly A kite,

pull up honk twice A toddler

Will strut out take the envelope

hand it off too A gopher,

he will tunnel to A robin bird,

she will fly the message to A pigeon,

he will fly it to A squirrel,

She will deliver, message received,

that’s the only way too receive,

sign up no down load or down low,

crimson tide afloat no boat

no raft no cape no Vaseline,

Five worked out fingers, choose

middle one, put air let linger,

meat loafer, there words taste as

Russell Stover, ok,

mine refined, when refinedly

Used & challenged, my words  

See’s Candy, as seen tastier,

the humanism lady love, truly love,

that I do, let me prove it to you,

love all humans, see no skin,

Evolve right smitty,

right smite for right face

no more grace none,

take heed Hun, vintage bun,

hot dog bun length, this how poet do,

For good or for bad, for

pushing sad, either way most will

feel glee that A poet came,

soon as brains evolve,

learn, learning disability,

You will really feel inadequate,

short sided, shortsighted,

shortcomings, don’t

drink the jerkwater peevish punchbowl,

look they phlegmatic,

Pious phony,

now DAWNS, Poet Postulate,

let all humans that stand

in transgression,

step forward they are seen,

So stand by

~Your Trespass~

Ghost

GHOST

A ghost ,A ghost not the scary kind

the one you cant see, for the reason you cant see me

or may be I can not see you notice me,

once in A while it feels good to be noticed,

hocus pocus can not loose focus the subject

the ghost will smooth stroke it

says the ghost with the word most,

with all matters I be capable

to cope

 

Yes I am A ghost but there is no white sheets

just A sole that needs to be seen ,

living in peace until the ghost trappers came along

with there shitty song and there hater

generic ray guns ,blast them

right back with A fierce stream of ghostly green slime come

yucky eke sticky that’s what they get for being A ghost hater

now it’s A must

I haunt them

With ghoulish tactics, A friendly ghost but no Casper,

it has been difficult not being seen

if you can not be seen you can not be

loved ,felt, or played with,

I don’t want to be A ghost any more

then A ghost will disappear

never to be happy

that would be A tragedy

 

 Notice A ghost

and they will be

A ghost no more

they might surprise you with something

you don’t have or A loot of good karma

no wants to be A

ghost forever

 

But if you want to I am all ready sitting

in the chair all you have to do

is yank that lever down

and fry me,

much love Kate

happy weekend ,

Hurdling fear next

~if I can hurdle it~

~?~           

  

 

Ready set get them 

WHOOPING WOLVERS

Weighing up matters right,

right on time, right on,

keeping on right side,

love everybody, but

seems theses sullener

matters of the heart are

leaning on A scale, listed,

 

Poet must take the matter

turn inward, birdie in A bush,

take topic on logically majestically

cruzzing burber carpet ride,

how dare A human air,

be A normal human, duck

behind match it dot com,

two bit dot comer,

no internet, keep computer

like brick, typewriter,

Tasteful pen handler,

no pen bottom taper,

subject grammatically mutilated,

quarrelsome sinkhole, no way,

planted taproot taskmaster,

quaint quality quarrier,

better tap out, vealy, lame key MFA,

I’m seven thousand years old,

old country, old school,

lame proof tidbit tad bits,

Slaphappy let A poet know

when done with pen sport

pat ass patting, feels good,

lettering up letterforms, have A

human feeling as tub-man,

Defamation dameschool,

were all cool in our coolways,

staycool, no slapstarting with inhospitality,

bonified deepsix deepkiss,

gladly take another please,

Wrong cat no onion skin,

word letter moonshine

moonflower, weather A feather,

keep flattering yourself,

self services dairylady,

check the moonbeam,

ask the drunk lady left

late night by her self at the bar,

so why the whoreson yodel,

chirp poets, chirping, I singsonging,

On skyway ocean, seen

saw fill the love, letterbox

no sole knocks,

imbecility ingather invoke in-jokes,

lot’s of love to, I love you two,

chainletter letter carrier leveler,

quakeproof qualified qualifier,

ducking black widow trunkfish,

pen rhythm, truth pen mega penetrated,

humanism screaming let us be free

Two finish us, they watch shaking heads,

such A young spices,

third time, same conclusion,

no replays humans,

,don’t flapper yourself dairy lady’s,

no ploy true that,

no kindness from dairy folks,

still only love A poet pens

for ladies, that my friends am

Weathered two, some,

~Please, Dee Worm That Ticker~  

Congratulations Chump ~D.M.W.✓¥

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99 POEMS
ISBN:
978-1-55597-771-9
Trim Size:
5.5 x 9
Pages:
208
Pub Date:
April 4, 2017
Subject:
POETRY/American/General
99 POEMS
POETRY

99 POEMS
NEW & SELECTED
Dana Gioia
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“99 Poems: New & Selected serves to reenforce Gioia’s reputation as one of America’s best living poets. Gioia writes in both metered and free verse and has a respect for form that gives his verse a somewhat classic feel. And yet there is also a heartfelt simplicity that keeps his work warm and accessible.”—The Christian Science Monitor
“Dana Gioia has brought back to us some of the finest poems of his or any other time.”—Chronicles
ABOUT THE BOOK
Now in paperback, a major career retrospective by the California Poet Laureate, Dana Gioia
So much of what we live goes on inside—
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.

—from “Unsaid”
Dana Gioia has long been celebrated as a poet of sharp intelligence and brooding emotion with an ingenious command of his craft. 99 Poems: New & Selected gathers for the first time work from across his career, including many remarkable new poems. Gioia has not arranged this selection chronologically, but instead has organized it by theme in seven sections: mystery, place, remembrance, imagination, stories, songs, and love. The result is a book that reveals and renews the pleasures, consolations, and sense of wonder that poetry bestows.
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“Gioia’s 99 Poems: New and Selected can serve as a perfect introduction to his poetic work as a whole, attesting to the range and sophistications of his forms and themes. . . . Gioia is a master, rare in this day and age, of the narrative poem.”—Italian Americana
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Dana Gioia is an award-winning poet and critic. He has published four celebrated volumes of poetry and three critical collections. For six years he served as Chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts. He is now the Judge Widney Professor of Poetry and Public Culture at the University of Southern California. He is the Poet Laureate of California.
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