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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

Written by lickmypoetry

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
to comprehend

I am
the survivor who happened
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
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

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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