Wednesday, March 31, 2010

March 31, 2010


Word Sandwich

Put those words into a sandwich because you’ll eat them later on
You know your sidewalk is a porch and I am not your son
Your car, she is a couch, we’ve said this all along
Your radio is your conscience, you must already know that by now
If I sit down by the sidewalk and scrape up all your dreams
Don’t wave until the ending or so it will seem
Cause I’m leaving on that first flight that carries my home team
They’ll be tasting all that foolishness and carrying all that pride
They’ll make their first discovery that will slowly reek of pain
Tasting all the never said words, they’ll drive you insane
Carry up emotion and wrap up your surprise
You can’t contain the motor that runs deep down inside
Oil every spigot, carry every plow
Because the more you see the spectacle the larger it is now
I don’t care about the runoff, Ill slip into my spill
The surface is too springy, reminds me of a hill
Perhaps with winter over, the earth will just let go
You cannot tell the difference between frozen water and the snow
You’d think with all their muscle, they could have hoped for so much more
Who knew the rifle’d be loaded as it aimed in to the store
No human hand will carry the tune you cannot hide
It will bleat across the horizon and clear up to the sky
A note for all tomorrow, ringing up from yesterday
A cry that settles nothing that no man could ever pay
Take away the money from deep inside his thought
Its worthless, brainless chatter, that worried me a lot
I don’t mind telling you just about almost everything
As long as you can promise that you’ll forget it right away
This way it and all’s forgiven, don’t matter if you pay
Sneak into the next phase of simple decay
The phase you thought was over, has come back here to stay
If you thought a quick and solemn visit was all you had to do
Guess again my long lost friend, it’s always been up to you
Don’t’ wreck the train of thought that plows through that debris
It’ll carry clear emotion, it’s simple to see
Whereas, wherefore, what will ever, will never ever be
Now you’re simply bothered, you’ve tried it and you’re caught
Just imagine the surprise if air had been forgot
Guessing games are pretty wild and full of live choice
The answer always eludes us if we cannot take the noise
Battered breaded bangles hang limply from her wrist
Its colored paper balled up inside the clinching fist
First the parade’s a dismal failure and the ocean’s a dried up lot
Now we’ve got this sunshine thing, no wonder we all fought
Who’s care if mountains swallowed your last rounded table or even handed chair
The furniture doesn’t matter, it’s the color that went square
--Todd Clark

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

March 30, 2010

You always move me to tears, don't you
I want to look out over the mountain
and there you are, the sun
and I can't take my eyes off you
wave after wave of ocean
It feels good
but I don't want to love you
not like this
my love is too intense for you

Monday, March 29, 2010

March 29, 2010

Sunset Bahrain 3/25/10

Heading west to chase the amber,
Tastes of Gulf lure the hunt,
For a moment, a thought, a single breath,
That pulls the ship beyond it's death.

Drop Behind.

Call To Prayer.

--Kate Jordan

Sunday, March 28, 2010

March 28, 2010

The Day I Was Born

Every single morning since the day I was born
My Daddy told his children that it wouldn't be long.

I said, Will I be big enough to drive the car?

You will drive, my son, and you will go very far.
You can drive all night until you see the light

And when you come back down you have to stand on the ground.

And I'm so proud of you, son, that you can think ahead,
Now enjoy your life, one day, you're gonna be dead.

Well, I have been through the night, and when I found the light
I was old enough to know that Daddy was right.

--Jason Klein

Saturday, March 27, 2010

March 27, 2010

Much thanks to Janine and Kailee for helping me out with this one.

Your Sister Brings Me an Orchard

Each day after class we sit
on steps together and she pulls

apples from her purple backpack.
We talk about impact: the body

in relation to space in relation to
the body, or the body in relation

to itself, the body in relation
to another body. I talk circles

like rings inside a tree suggest
growth, but I'm going nowhere.

I suggest things. I don't indicate
my need directly. I'm more

ashamed than afraid of judgment.
I think about baptism. I would drown

for you. I would deny
my body to protect you.

I crouch, walk with bad posture,
because I'm afraid of taking

too much space. I'm afraid
my body will speak ahead of me.

Nights I sleep with you
I bend and crease myself

into the sheets the way I cover
this paper with my hand.

-- Elizabeth Wilson

Friday, March 26, 2010

March 26, 2010

A Poem for March

March begins to tune.
Winds test pitch,
Singers warble,
and quicksilver light turns our heads.

We come to quite for this overture
and wait to see who struts this stage,
again.

What lines echo?
Though each green curtain is its own,
we know the final act.

March opens.

-Marjorie Summerall

Thursday, March 25, 2010

March 25, 2010

Sing, O' sing with the song of Spring,
winter take thy slumbered rest as the sun rises to start springs fest
so sing O' sing for the entrance of spring has sprung!
-Truwisdom

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

March 24, 2010

This poem was my winning poem in high school for the Arts Festival. We had to submit a fake name and mine was Angelus Erickson, ha.

The Elusive Dead

There was a time when the Elusive Dead
Rose to an occasion of fear and dread
And when the rose, they gave a great roar
with skeletal masks their faces bore

Then a vision of green and yellow eyes
Told of a story hard to hide

It took place on a day when time was reversed
and the brightest star moved toward the earth
and all around the tranquil sea
rode bareback there, those wisemen three

The dead I fear are in a rage
remembering the day that they were plagued
to live and be tortured all of their days
to be the dark one's eternal slave

Then out of turmoil grew a proclamation
to destroy any giving invocation

and so they continue with their
blasphemy
never to live again
never to stand free

so live the Elusive Dead
Full of hatred, full of dread

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

March 23, 2010

Oh moon of moons you start to find my deepest quest
Oh moon of moons you start to find my truest quest
A tickling wind that makes me want your eyes
To make them speak to me

Oh moon of moons with the same passions that I feel for you
You feel for me
A moment to be internal
To imagine what you are

I want to create you
I want you to be what I need
I don’t want to know you
Because you have needs too

Oh moon why hinder my point of view
I don’t want to love you
Just images of you

Monday, March 22, 2010

March 22, 2010

She gets this way
When she is not moving
All blah, blah blah
or, "That ain't right!"
Unless she do what
Boris Willis does.
ARGH!
Someone needs to go
Beddie-bye
or
Move

Sunday, March 21, 2010

March 21, 2010

I look
I see
I stumble

I feel
I touch
I suffer

I think
I worry
I wonder

I know
I knew
I blunder

Saturday, March 20, 2010

March 20, 2010

This is a site poem I wrote in Richmond Va.

Enter the labyrinth,
Transatlantic psychoanalysis
tiger skin feeds me like dried fruit
the shadow cools in the back yard
if the pod breaks parallel passe
forgive me if I stare
I heard you coming
pryex drinking cups permitted
toasted oats
11 single serving cans
I tried to explain balsamic but a word would have to do
always breath when smoking
drive
the car of the future
back when you were a tadpole and I was a fish
crawling on some Indian shore
thank you for being a part of my life she said
sure, I'll see you there

March 18, 2010

We had a great time laughing. We also had a great time talking. Sure I met you for five minutes, but i can't get arrested for Facebook stalking. Abe Burgos

March 17, 2010

Red is the color of roses, Green is the color of cash, Tuesday night was amazing, Wednesday woke up with a rash. Abe Burgos

Friday, March 19, 2010

March 19, 2010

Ah the beauty of a tree and a girl who sits in Oh the magic of a bee and a flower piston I like laughing heartily I like feel feeling love we need to love some more we need to be together we need to be happy oh we need stormy weather Ah the beauty of a tree and a guy who sits in oh the magic of a flea and the dog it breeds in

Thursday, March 18, 2010

March 18, 2010

We had a great time laughing. We also had a great time talking. Sure I met you for five minutes, but I can't get arrested for Facebook stalking.
-Abe Burgos

Music by Rydel

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

March 16, 2010

SO one day Kathy come on to my trolley at work and proceeds to tell my guests that we have a child that I have not seen in two years and that I should pay up my child support. The guests were shocked. Kathy let them know it was a joke but still they teased me the whole loop. Kathy then wrote this poem about the situation. She is so talented.

Hey big daddy, into you at work, never thought I'd run
It's been almost 2 years since you've seen our son
You've been buying for yourself neverminding his support
Ima have to quit being nice and take your ass to court
Call me a bitch, a ho', a trick, your baby mama
If you would just do what you need to do, we could skip all this damn drama Remember I didn't have him all by myself
When the state is reaching in your pockets,
taking your hard earned wealth.
-Kathy Wimbush

March 16, 2010

SO one day Kathy come on to my trolley at work and proceeds to tell my guests that we have a child that I have not seen in two years and that I should pay up my child support. The guests were shocked. Kathy let them know it was a joke but still they teased me the whole loop. Kathy then wrote this poem about the situation. She is so talented. Hey big daddy, into you at work, never thought I'd run It's been almost 2 years since you've seen our son You've been buying for yourself neverminding his support Ima have to quit being nice and take your ass to court Call me a bitch, a ho', a trick, your baby mama If you would just do what you need to do, we could skip all this damn drama Remember I didn't have him all by myself When the state is reaching in your pockets, taking your hard earned wealth. Kathy Wimbush

Monday, March 15, 2010

March 15, 2010

Love supports, Love drives, Love jostles, Love creates the opportunity to suspend, To Peacefully Be. -Kate Jordan

Sunday, March 14, 2010

March 14, 2010

Jason dances, Maleek rocks the beat, Christylez and his band have a sound that's unique

I always wanted to rock the mic
I always wanted to rock the mic right

I take you to the boom diddly wop
I take you to the top
and then I let the hip-hop drop

http://citydance.net
http://www.christylez.com/

March 13, 2010

"As the sun sinks into the Earth
It's heat awakes my Sleepdance
For what the stars are Worth
I'll dream under the moon's Trance"

-Lida Witherspoon

March 12, 2010

This is a site poem. I collected words that I saw or heard and then arranged them based on the place in was in at the time.

Alexandria, VA

There is pazazz
Not before the world
It is in Aveda

That thing has vocational substance on the roadway
Never before Zion did geometrics converse in to baggets and bows

My sense of euphoric committment dwindles into fathomable onus
Sweet sweet sweet
Hunger roars
Circus shakes the tavern
no mole on the cow
it affects the flavor

The seldom scene wanders into nothingness
While my pen desires more than it can handle

Blues
You recycle giraffes
But forget about baseball
No but it can be fixed if you have a pencil
I can give you a menu

So cute, so wonderful
I miss you when it shows
I don't know, I really don't know who you were

I can't dance today, my thumb hurts
Or at least I never know what to feel
Hey who's wearing a fish bowl
I thought I took it off

Those acid washed bell-bottoms go well with reggae
Love, be, love
experience love

March 11, 2010

While not a direct interpretation. I forgot to get Vix to read the the entire thing when she was here. However it was a fun night with dancing and poetry so I put this together. You will hear the title in the video and you can read the rest of the haiku below.

F*** you, jealous cop
Now I am naked
Just like your ugly girlfriend

Random Guy. . . via VIcki Watts


Thursday, March 11, 2010

March 10, 2010

Box

Contortion
Distortion
Mutilation

I shall shove you in a box

Your dislocated body will experience everything

Wail all you can

Hope for rescue

I'm sorry

-Cate Owens

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

March 9, 2010

lhe conhe?o sem conhecer lhe reconhe?o sem perceber i know you / without knowing / i recognize you / without noticing Sandra Mendes

March 8, 2010

Aqui eu sento Aqui eu escrevo Aqui eu durmo Aqui meu centro Here I sit / Here I write / Here I sleep / Here my center Sandra Mendes

March 7, 2010

_Candlestick_ I was a candlestick, who was born with no wick. I tried all your matches, but they would not do the trick. Sounds kinda funny. Go ahead. Go and laugh. Then go away and leave me to my math. 1 and 1 is 2. And thrice that 2 is 6. The numbers sound so logical but even they are sick. For math is but a substitute for what it cannot be. And that my friend is obvious, it cannot be complete. Complete? Complete?! Nothing is complete! We must not use that silly word it has not weight it is absurd. Now leave at once, you've had your laugh. For if you stay, you'll see the wrath! I do not have much longer. My candle wax is dripping. As I lower toward the melting pot whose boiling point is nothing. Since Nothing is Complete I thought that This would end my pain. But ever since I had awoke I found that nothing ever really changed. For ever since that gloomy day my umbilical cord was clipped, I find myself reminded of when I was a candlestick. Julie Cruse Read by Vicki Watts

Monday, March 8, 2010

March 6, 2010

_Curiosity_

They say curiosity
killed the cat
My experience is simply
opposite that
Once this thirsty little curious brain
finally was quenched by the answer that came
curiosity was killed
and the cat
insane.

--Julie Cruse


Sunday, March 7, 2010

March 5, 2010

cold
am i w/o
you
cant stop writing
ink on paper
so beautiful and bold
so fluid and motion filled
choreograph great steps
write of great experiences
tell of imaginative times
-SJC


Friday, March 5, 2010

March 4, 2010

This haiku is accompanied by the music of its creator. I went to his blog at 60x365.com and found the music for March 4th and well you hear it here.


wednesday morning wakes.
apartment cold and grayish.
breakfast coffee helps

-David Morneau


March 2, 2010

" I dance in time To the rhythm of life Stepping up Getting down Spinning Finding my groove In the desire to move My spirit rejoices In being free In being me I am At once Lost and found And it feels good All over

-James Anthony Frazier


Wednesday, March 3, 2010

March 3, 2010

Karen dared me to make a video using the poem she wrote when she was 5. So I did. :)

i'm so bored
even though i'm with you
cuz you know what?... See More
you bore me too.

-Karen Ivy

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

March 1, 2010

A minute, today, tomorrow
Its now, sorry you missed it
Gone, the feeling is different
Now, sorry, you missed

Life, a bowl of cherries
A pie, to make them merry
I, who do I mean
Cry, and then come clean

A moment, in the sun
Far, and near are one
And now, is gone for always
And now, is gone, for always

Monday, March 1, 2010

Feb 28, 2010

Why not end February with some waltzing Cajun style.
http://dancingbythebayou.com