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Alcoholism

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I shake because I drink
& I drink to stop the shaking

What kind of fool have I become
My honesty is only faking

When I think I’ve got control
I find I’m sorely mistaken
If I maintain this abusive role
I’ll lose all the friends
I’ve been makin’

Alcohol will sneak up on you
housewife, hippie or cop
After years of casual tipping
You’ll find yourself drinking
till you drop
The next day you’ll apologize
to the friends that carried you through
But as years go by
you’ll lobotomize
And your friends will become too few

By Artis

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May 31, 2010 at 10:15 am

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PoMo News: remembering Dickinson, Hopper

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Emily Dickinson gets a flowering tribute at the New York Botanical Garden, where the gardener meets the poet. Wimbledon gets a poem a day. The Defense Center of Excellence publishes a thought provoking poem titled “Murder, So Foul,” about a soldier’s experience during World War II.

Actor, rebel-rouser and poet Dennis Hopper passed away this weekend. Watch him perform the poem “If,” on the Johny Cash Show in 1970.

Posted by Israel Bayer

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May 30, 2010 at 12:24 pm

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PoMotion welcomes Julie McCurdy

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Since Julie McCurdy was first published in Street Roots in March of 2009, her experiences and writing has affected the way Portlanders view homelessness. Street Roots covers many aspects of poverty, from many different perspectives.  Personal narratives married to hard-hitting journalism is one of the key elements to keeping Street Roots interesting and engaged in shaping the future of a city. Julie’s narrative and poetry help formulate that magic— to actual have a voice, and to create change.

I don’t say any of this lightly.

In “Notes on becoming an urban gypsy,” Julie writes one of the more scary and insightful pieces on becoming homeless for the first time.  The column rattled me. I was instantly a fan.

Cries of solidarity,” ran in several street newspapers around the globe and became a rallying cry for homeless and housing activists around the country. It’s a beautiful and inspiring piece.

Julie’s words are magic.  They so often capture the crossroads, where the dark meets the light. Julies tells of a world that holds little logic or resolutions. Yet she endures. Many do. Refusing to retreat. Holding the line. Not only standing up and demanding to be heard, but doing it with a beautiful passion that refuses not to be ignored.

PoMotion is very happy to welcome Julie to the blog. Her poetry, like her column is beautiful and sincere, tragic and thought provoking. Check out her first poem, “The Legacy,” and visit her bio page to learn more.

By Israel Bayer

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May 29, 2010 at 11:22 pm

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The legacy

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I am
the lips that loved you
in the middle of the night

I am
the hips that slammed you into paradise,
ecstasy spent

I am
the eye you blackened
for daring
not to cast myself downward
in your drunken jealous rage

I am
the arm you broke
because I flew to cover
the face
you were bent on destroying
so its beauty
couldn’t sear your sight

I am
the heart
you crushed against the thighs of another

I am
the ghost of the smile
you couldn’t break
and the hint of
a thousand surrenders
you couldn’t
force into being

I am
the forgiveness you didn’t seek
and the laugh lines that
shouldn’t be

I am
the velvet steel strength
you couldn’t
begin
to comprehend

I am
the survivor who happened
accidentally
because
I am
my mothers legacy
and the pride
of my fathers eye
the gifts they gave me
wouldn’t let me
lay down and die
because
you
were threatened by
who I am

I have a daughter
who will someday be
my own legacy
and a son
who will someday
know the difference
between
strength
and
brutality

By Julie McCurdy

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May 29, 2010 at 9:53 pm

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I’m a killer too…

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You welcomed the devil
Dressed as a Christian soldier, he slew you

Illini’s death for the Detroit skyline
Cheyenne Dog Soldier your echoes echo
Colorado plains where your women & children fell
Tobacco and holocaust
Selling exodus in a map book
500 Nations like 52-card pick up spread out in reservation camps

Apache guerrilla in the heat & night
Pure nationalists toiling evolution
To bloody the cross in the name of Constitution
Utes tricked and strung along with Crows to kill among killers
Killers in blue
Dust rising, sword hurling, muskets mowing
Oh Osage, Navaho, Hopi, Sioux I’m a killer too
Born in the age of oil and crude
I’m a killer
A killer
I’m a killer too

By Israel Bayer

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May 29, 2010 at 10:49 am

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The Early Afternoon on That First Day

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When the plump-fingered assassins arrived
Beating their ringing chests
And lined up like in a toy store window at the place
Where they had buried you knee deep in the earthen floor
You were gone

You had told us you would be gone but the shock
Of your actual absence
And what light there was in the little room
Sought out the steel men where we had fallen

And you were gone though I had doubted you would be
Just like the light that sticks to the steel skin
Would leave me to believe we were the only things in the room

But for the sound of a saw in a tree
That I had always imagined would sound like your laughter


By Noah West

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May 28, 2010 at 7:48 pm

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This Rock

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Steve Pendleton is Makah and a life-long resident of the small Indian village of Neah Bay which is perched at the very tip of the continental Northwest coast of the United States. He gains his inspiration from the natural beauty that is this place where he lives, the joy of life lived and love lost and the challenges of every day life.

By Steve Pendleton

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May 26, 2010 at 7:41 pm

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Vogon Poetry!

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Have you ever read “The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy” or just wondered what really bad poetry should look like?

Well the BBC has put together a Vogon Poetry generator that every one should try. Here is mine:

See, see the fat sky
Marvel at its big red depths.
Tell me, dak do you
Wonder why the pug ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel ugly.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your champfle facial growth
That looks like
A potato.
What’s more, it knows
Your fiddlesticks potting shed
Smells of pea.
Everything under the big fat sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm poops.

Posted by Brian Feist

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May 25, 2010 at 7:12 pm

Copper Onion

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If we ever
grow apart,
we will be
two old women.
And
the only thing
stronger than one woman,
is two.

From my garden
I will hold out
my best.

I’ll imagine
you in your kitchen
holding your hand out
for the onion I saved.

Sue Zalokar

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May 25, 2010 at 12:50 am

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Rothlisberger it’s anagram time!

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From time to time we receive submissions at PoMotion.  This one -regardless of one’s opinion about the innocence or guilt of people like Ben Rothlisberger, Tiger Woods, that Polanski guy-really IS clever.

> lier begs her to
> beer or the girls?
> greet liers broh
> ho regret bs lier
> he, BR, Tigers role?
> oh liers b regret
> r begger holes rite?
> there, E’ robs girl
> go beer slither’r
> i greet her slober
> her globes r rite
> leer beer or hits

By Requiqui

Posted by Sue Zalokar

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May 19, 2010 at 8:06 am

Wordle Up!

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Wordle: Wordle One

I had never heard of Wordle.com before a few hours ago.  Being the glossy-eyed cloud gazer and lover of text that I am, I fell in love.

To the left is my debut word cloud:  Wordle One.  It was a lot of fun and a great way to motivate students, people in general, to create more poetry.

There are quite a few websites that offer a word cloud creation platform, but in my humble opinion, Wordle is the best.

Try it.  Go on, you know that you want to.  Please consider submitting comments about your Wordle experiences or  Wordles of your own to:  pomotion123@gmail.com.

By Sue Zalokar

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May 16, 2010 at 12:36 pm

Untitled

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(1)
Sexy lady sitting by me
distracting me
confusing me
but ignoring me

makes me question me

I wonder what kind of
underwear she wears
if she even cares
that I stare
from afar
“Let’s take a ride in my car,”
I lie, knowing I don’t have a car

(2)
It is what it is
and it doesn’t really
matter
open the fridge and
make another platter
of lost hope and dreams
add a bit of cream
cook to a boil
prepare a piece of foil
for the expected leftovers

by Brian Feist

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May 14, 2010 at 4:13 pm

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Write On! LiveWire

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Sitting on my ass
In the grass
Trying to make a rap
I’d rather be making my brother tap
Out, no doubt
Getting in trouble by my grandma
I think she’s at her last straw
Doing nothing on this dead rez
Feel like I’m at my end
Pushing myself
For my health
And all you can think about is my wealth
When I turn 18, it’s like,
That will be the day
They stop hating me.

People say I got a stutter,
But I’m the number one stunner
The gunner, they’ll blast you
Bomb cast you
I’m the outcast
The out last
I’ll school ya, fool ya

All these people talking smack cuz they hate me
But they all know that they ain’t me
On the mat, I put ‘em down
They even tap when it’s the other way around
There’s no stopping me
I’m on fire
I’ve been trying to get on the livewire
There’s no stopping me and that’s the truth
I’m through asking my mom what I can and cannot do.

By Joel Ward, Immanuel Goodlance, and Ricky Barragan

Posted by Sue Zalokar

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May 13, 2010 at 7:58 am

I Knew A Woman

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As I tht to my

Photo of Willow Roundtree by Dave Gedlund

self, because I am
always alone, -Jane, I

tht, which is not my
name, the darkness sur-

rounds you, where

will you hide from
it, or else, shall you &

why should you goddamn run,

turn, I tht, for
your sake, remember
where you’ve been.

By Sue Zalokar

Read Robert Creely’s ” I Know a Man”

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May 11, 2010 at 8:07 am

PoMo News, Read All About It

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On June 8th, Sugar Hill Records will release a  musical tribute to poet, storyteller,  song writer, cartoonist and musician Shel Silverstein.   The poet, who died in 1999, will be memorialized in the album,  Twistable, Turnable Man:  A Musical Tribute to the Songs of Shel Silverstein.  You can preview the album here, on the Sugar Hill Records site.

Kris Kristofferson, Nanci Griffith, Todd Snider, and John Prine are some of the musicians who have come together to honor Silverstein’s work on this project.

Silverstein wrote many songs as well, including the entire second album from Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show, “Sloppy Seconds.”   The single, “The Cover of the Rolling Stone” ironically put the band on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine.

Silverstein was an icon, worthy of every nice (and twisted) word that is spoken about him.  He was, like the Giving Tree he created, a gift that keeps on giving even now, 11 years after his passing.

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May 10, 2010 at 7:23 am

Another Poem

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Observational  poetry eludes me
instead I’m distracted
by the birds and the bees
the apple shaped bottom that passes
me
is easy to imagine covered in honey

I try to be funny but
instead come off sounding
like Howard Cosell
telling the nation John Lennon
has been shot

by Brian Feist

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May 5, 2010 at 11:59 am

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Write On! Fry Bread Dough

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Last summer, I was the instructor for Hoh River Summer School.  We did field work, monitoring the health of our streams and planted a school garden plot in the community garden.

We also explored the writing process through the lens of freestyle rhyming.

It was amazing to watch the students as they crossed mediums:  writing to music.  They didn’t even notice how hard they were working on their drafts and re-writes. We published their work by distributing compact discs of our freestyles and beats.

It has been a long time coming, but now two of those students’ work, Vivica Goodlance and AnaCleto Ward, are featured in PoMotion’s Write On! page.

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May 4, 2010 at 1:32 pm

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