Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Yeah, what an arse!

This poem was going to be my goodbye poem @AT. Then I decided, why bother?

Dunno what's wrong with the moderator or his golden boys, and I'll miss some folks there, though it's good to know that this watering hole brings in some of the usual suspects.

p.s. thank u one and all.

That wasn't as much as a problem as the moderator.

I will not be moderated for speaking my truth as long as others roughshod over everyone. Free to be assholes. Well, maybe it's not THAT bad.

How, some information is just too much, eh?


p.s. I *saw* that.

How, some information is just too much, eh?

Haha. True 'nuff.

However, the way we put together our thoughts, creates our reality. Put all the 7 billion almost 400 million of us and we have the experience of our individual life in tandem with all the others.

Though some would say there are no *others*.

lemon blossoms
lemon yellow
lemon tree
its art dangling
remembered
jonquils and
tulips, buttercups
and roses,
its curve of space
breaking light

breaking into seas,
into fear, into the
first rung on Jacob's Ladder,
reaching far above the clouds
into giant's hands
and ...

i.

WORDS!

where do they all come from?
the Irish Sea or the devil in me?
does the weeping angel that guards
this cemetery called earth weep
for me? my sisters and brothers?

crones dancing their wildness with time?
men who lay down their arms, if not before,
but in death's final embrace?

ii ...

Amen!

Quite fond of this poem, Jessica. I usually prefer free verse. However this is perfect rhythm and rhyme!

Hi JT, Nice to meet you.

I've always wondered where thoughts come from. I don't believe in angels or devils, but I'm sure some of them are not my own.

Can't take you anywhere, Judy, We're already here.

Nice 2cu2.

The way I see it, this is Ginsberg.

In this modern reality, however Ginsberg might as well talk to the hand. However, America did approve gay marriage, so I don't know what Ginsberg would say.

There would be a little paring down of, imo, superfluous verbiage. For example, the last, simply : the ...

onward christian soldiers! into the light brigade?

fuck it all and then fuck it again! Damned fucking poet's pen!

Yo!

Who knew it was you?

neon city lights
and bible belts
country roads and mohawks
on children
green, blue and pink hair,
walking on two human feet
16 candles
and a lifetime of despair

fuzzy navels and champagne women
dressed to go nowhere--
it's all in a song I wrote
but I'm forgetting the words
line by line by line ...