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for Zhu Yufu

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Wed, 2012-01-18 12:02

poets are intuitive creatures,
we don't even know some of the things
we know,
twittering in the trees
with manifestos of silence,
bombing the inner plane
with
unrecognized faces
and telling stories of the
yet-to-come.

somehow
we make sense
of the senseless, find the abiding spirit in the
soulless,
write poems of the undiscovered land
until our days of (the rising) sun
are done.

~~~~~~~~~~

A translation of a segment of Zhu Yufu's poem:

"It’s time

MONDAY

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Wed, 2012-01-18 03:28

Cacophony of grey twigs,
their splotches, lichen on the smoother bark,
their music in the breeze, a rattle, clap.

Bones long gone respond in graves close by,
and moose stop munching tips of trees,
to hear, to see, to smell.

Danger flings its fearful cloak about,
his mighty dark cloud canopy,
all cats go scatty dancing a devil's dance,

A glint of madness in their eye.
The fly and ant take refuge in their holes or heaps,
a metre down they're safe from any harm.*

RAMPANT

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2012-01-18 00:04

grids
laid like a weavers magic
there are lines of us
reaching up
and arms across
tabletops and bedsheets
sands of summer
warmed with bitter blue haze

and storm fed skies
fat with dusk and thunderheads
dancing with light

and tonight in the ghost of
lonliness I chase the old
songs of us
around we go dipping into sunshine
and cool shade

a forest trail walk we talk
in heady pine fallow carpets
and dusty wind
Tannic falls gathering its voice

Paraphernalia of Adultery

Submitted by Nichole on Tue, 2012-01-17 20:45

Baby, Don't think I didn't see,
I'm not easy to deceive.
What you've hidden,
To me is a given.
I already know about her.
Every time I see those pictures,
I fall apart in fractures.
Baby, I feel myself slipping away,
I found those pictures today.
The ones you had hidden of her,
Why lie? Why try to cover?
I have forgotten all the others,
My male friends are only brothers.
But yet you text, you email, you call,
The ones that are thin, beautiful and tall.

Pain in My Flesh and Bone 

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Tue, 2012-01-17 20:43

There is no love like your love
Except one from above
A love that never fails
When hit by falling hail

Your love makes me forget, searing pain 
Scorching my flesh, my mouth
A love that helps me endure hard times
when nothing else will do

I can't sleep at night, awake till late
Can't walk at dawn, body won't move
When the pain is intense, driving me insane
I play games on my iPad for hours on end

More Meter a real try,

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Tue, 2012-01-17 17:17

Thinking can be the way of hurting, self
Self-knowledge is lost to the self-learning
Exploring all avenues is the road
When the eyes are open the rest will flow
The juices of understanding are warm
Taken in as hot medicinal tea
The healing of self is in the knowledge
Drink from the fountain and explore it all.
Neopoet is for me the fountain
Growing in my brain with great expansion.
The new megabytes have started a fire
Which will not be ignored by a closed mind
Maybe, More Meter is the catalyst

Workshop: 
More Meter

Betwixt LIFE and Death!

Submitted by loved on Tue, 2012-01-17 10:36

You are better than most inept folks,
This side of the divide,
Between heaven
and
existing life

'''There is no life after death.'''

Simply observe a frozen rat,
He couldn't have been weeping for anyone.

I see your hand sturdier than mine,
With typing so flawless
Take death out of your mind
And
You will then only know
There is no soul,
No heaven,
No life beyond death

DEAR MAMA

Submitted by poetic_trellz on Tue, 2012-01-17 09:29

Dear Mama, can you hear these cries of a sinner,
these deep felt pains not the outside the inner.
Wondering if you can feel these mistakes that i've made,
how I tortured you inside threw your name to the graves.

Dear Mama, are you feeling when your remembrance brings me tears?
thinking about the verbal abuse I dealt with for years.
Not to mention the neglect even though you were there,
neglect from your heart raped the love and the care.

Or We Must Forever Hold Our Peace

Submitted by docmaverick on Tue, 2012-01-17 08:15

George Washington once said he couldn't lie

then Abe Lincoln announced his honesty,

each President has since claimed they were, too

the only thing twas shared by all were lies.

~

I must admit a voter can cause change

or else at worse can shine a light to all,

that with a government that always lies

we'd better all unite or else we're doomed.

~

Widely not a recommended topic

political discussions do go sour,

we all must try and be good examples

Workshop: 
More Meter

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