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Where I’ve gone, Where I’ve been.

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For Connie

The golden car shines in the driveway
Arnold wants me to come with
The space ship is calling

Instead I sit inside and think, and contemplate, and wonder
motionless
frozen

my eyes bloodshot from all the shit I keep rubbing in them
Bob Dylan keeps telling me:
“There’s no black and white, left and right to me anymore; there’s only up and down and down is very close to the ground.”

so I lay on the floor
I lay there so long I forget all about Mr. Friend outside
He says the numbers on his car are magic
but then I remember my Tarot cards and get lost in the design of a man hanging upside down
the phases of the moon
the distance between retrograde and upgrade
the time I thought about nothing for so long that I actually thought I was nothing, only to be pulled back to the floor
the wood planks cold and dirty
I need to sweep
I need to sleep
I need sheep
I can lead to the slaughter

Sensory D
tails
stories

Oh Arnold Friend
why must you always take the pretty ones?

by Brian Feist

Inspired by the short story “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” by Joyce Carol Oates

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April 28, 2010 at 12:35 pm

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Write On!

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PoMotion: production of poetry has launched a new page on the blog:  Write On!

It is here that we will feature the ‘first’ poems of artists, of all ages, in the hopes that their love of writing will flourish and they will know what it feels like to be heard.

The first post, A Young Child, is the work of a young, Native American writer, Vivica Goodlance.

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April 27, 2010 at 10:23 am

You

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Can’t stand You.
You make me angry.
So many of You.
You are the heart and soul.
Everywhere You go I’m there.
You are in my every thought.
Can’t stand You.
You are here with me.
I cant stop thinking of You.
You left me!
Dead to me is what You are.
You’re just gone and why?
I miss You so much
Cant stand You.

By Ruby Holt

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April 27, 2010 at 9:31 am

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Outlaw Academics

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Apparently, there is a rather large rift in the poetry world—a chasm that spans such a great distance that whenever the two sides try to communicate, the meaning is lost in the echoing of voices vibrating across this canyon.

It’s funny.  I don’t consider myself to be an ‘academic’ poet, and yet I’m ‘highly’ educated  [Insert joke here].  I don’t consider myself to be an ‘outlaw’ poet, and yet I ride with the posse of free verse, free style, and open ended poems, whenever I can round one up.

I suspect there many other other poets who share these feelings.  I know there are.

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April 25, 2010 at 2:19 pm

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Home (less)

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Home(less)

We smoke.

Nighttime.

Bridge line.

A man sleeping in the doorway offers his opinion
I listen carefully
He has only the truth to say
I go home to shelter
He wrestles cardboard on concrete
All meaning seems to splinter
The deep end always lingers.

by Israel Bayer

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April 25, 2010 at 10:17 am

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SEDITIOUS CITIZEN

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Sedition is the condition
the citizen is in
when the state is the enemy
and the citizen becomes
the enemy of the state

I’m an enemy of the state

Jesus was an enemy
An enemy of the state
Muhammad was an enemy
An enemy of the state
Gandhi was an enemy
An enemy of the state
Harriet Tubman was an enemy
An enemy of the state
Jefferson was an enemy
An enemy of the state
Rosa Parks was an enemy
An enemy of the state
Malcolm was an enemy
An enemy of the state
Jean d’ Arc was an enemy
An enemy of the state
Daw Aung San Suu Kyi is an enemy
An enemy of the state
6 million Jews in Europe
in the 30s and 40s were enemies
All enemies of the state
Tens of millions of Soviets
under Stalin’s regime, were enemies
Enemies of the state

Sedition is the condition
the citizen is in
when the state is the enemy
and the citizen becomes
the enemy of the state

I’m an enemy of the state

by Artis

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April 24, 2010 at 10:30 am

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A Young Child

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One stormy night
A young child had got into a fight.
All of his hoping and praying did not do him right
They had failed on him that single night.
He was hoping and praying that someone would come before
that nightmare would return.

As he sat on the ground
Letting the blood roll down his cheek
As that one child was yelling and whimpering

He had seen this man

He was yelling and screaming.

Scaring those boys and seeing them run like kitties.

By Vivica Goodlance

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Posted by Sue Zalokar

Written by lickmypoetry

April 24, 2010 at 9:21 am

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