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Ode to the legal system

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impossibly hidden right in front of our eyes
the system that keeps us safe is owned by the system that keeps us safe consulted by the system that keeps us safe
triangular connections to inform themselves
of what they already know, namely:
they are rich
law is expensive

the court room is the new temple
from on high
round people with furrowed brows
shoot lighting bolts of fact at us
fact one
I have been rich for most if not all of my life
fact two
I consider most people stupider than myself
fact three
people make poor choices
fact four
stockholders are better than ordinary people, further
stockholders don’t make bad choices
ipso facto:
men, women, children, cows, chickens, goats,  oceans, rivers, water, air, ground, earth, sky, universe

are second
to stockholders

by Brian Feist

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Written by lickmypoetry

August 28, 2010 at 11:28 am

Posted in poem, poetry, Random

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Who Is This?

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Who is this in me
ordering me around?
And who is this obeying?

How did they get in,
and from where?
stars? bones? rumors?
or love’s starved mimings?

When will they shut up,
stand still, listen outward,
into the world’s music?

What can break in
to their noisiness
before we die of chatter?

How can we dance
with all things with
clutter like this in the way?

What do they know that I don’t?
And who knows better
than their blind sawing?

By Lance M. Loder

Written by lickmypoetry

August 25, 2010 at 6:59 pm

The Forgotten Mother

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There is a splat stain high
On her chest above the heart
That rolls between
Her formless breasts to stop
On her stomach red
And sticky in the folds
Of an over sized t-shirt
It must be jelly
From a slapdash breakfast
For the still hungry boy
Who strains at her arm
Though the lines on her face
Would make you think
It’s the remnants of sacrifice

She has forgotten something
But there is no time to go back
She is alone
She mutters it under her breath
Too much on my mind

And still the hungry child
Strains at her arm
And still she plods forward
Motherhood is not supposed to be easy
She knew it she knows it
But somehow it’s not
Supposed to be like this
Plodding and alone
Her great mother’s arms
Flailing falling through cracks
Forgotten they are all
Forgotten and none of us
Are innocent anymore

By Noah West

Written by lickmypoetry

August 10, 2010 at 8:39 pm

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Bittersweet Release

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in the beginning

we had

such

potent possibilities

the air

itself

pulsated

and resonated

with

a reality

I didn’t know

existed

and so

it was easy

to surrender

to the surreal

seduction

of the senses

your presence

presented

I will

miss

the

respite

your

smile

offered me

I will

miss

it’s

serene

call

to sanity’s shores

I will

miss

the possibilities

your

love

created

and

the

safety

your arms

represented

to my

soul

and

I will ache

in

the empty

places

your absence

will create

I will

grieve

the what weres

and

keen when

your memory

creeps

up

unexpectedly

into

the corners

of

my eyes

I will

hiss and suck

in my breath

when the

ghost of who

we were

walks past

me

in the form

of another couple

in their barest beginnings

when

possibilities

and surrender

to sensation

are as obvious

as the suns glow

but I

will not

miss

what

us

let

we

become

By Julie McCurdy

Written by lickmypoetry

August 8, 2010 at 8:52 am

GREATER MIAMI’S RESPITE an american’s bastardized haiku

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Palm trees at pre-dawn
stretch fruitful branches eastward
unattainable
A single reflected yen
stubbornly beautiful

Basement-less flats
bars with deco-tropic fronts
cast out about us
Kinetic, and delinquent
to girls, and the hot white sand

Miles of ocean
careless, bathed with vernal air
Inchoate evening
Sitting before a long bridge
where you say you used to fish

Surrounded, a-sea
The inhabitable surf
brings some comfort
Here: pitch black, starry midnight
mojitos melting damned ice

By Cassandra Kolsen

Written by lickmypoetry

August 4, 2010 at 8:11 pm

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