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Live The Cliches

I. (love)

We are meant to live the clichés,
resuscitating words
and rehabilitating their wounds
into a fertile viewpoint,
building respirators from clichés
to filter-out the virulent dust kicked-up
by the marching pigs.

(revived clichés offer back breath
in an exchange of circular breathing)

The swine contort love
into armaments of antipathy,
aiming where it hurts most --
pushing buttons, 
squeezing triggers, 
pulling pins. 

Even though we are natural born hypocrites,
we don't have to let this corner us
into using love as a weapon.

The pen is mightier than the sword,
so I wield both,
sharpen my quill on the blade's edge.

If need be, use the pen for a counter-strike,
but only channel love in defence.

II. (poetry)

The pigs march to a beat 
of nuclear blasts
that bring poetry's flag
nearer to half-mast.

Poetry should stand on its own merit,
instead of leaning on smiles hiding shanks
constructed with aspirations of popularity,

or smiles filled with slivers 
from far too much fence-sitting,
too worried about the moral majority,
to see the complexity within simplicity

and clarity,


propped-up against degrees
writing poems drier than the Sahara --

husks of aspartame-laced lines
tumbling across dunes, only to be imploded 
by atomic-pork mushroom clouds, 

their fallout marring parchment 
into a wasteland 
devoid of accountability and integrity.

III. (dreams)

We must not fear saying: "never".
Surrender to love, but never surrender
to the jealous captains attempting
to hook and net the defenders of Neverland.

Never lose faith in Neverland.

With compasses of conscience
beating in hearts kept young,
navigate through the smoke and mirror smog
emitted by the marching dead.

We must never give up on our dreams.

Dream about the courage needed 
to love everyone and everything,
to even find love for our enemies
conducting genocide upon
the language of a purer intent --

to dream about word-seedlings
pushing through the arid rind
of dying poetry,

in hope for a more organic fruition
connected closer to our hearts,

in hope that poetry 
will once again stand on its own merit.



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  1. Date: 1/26/2014 8:14:00 AM
    Dream about the courage... trying, trying...

  1. Date: 1/26/2014 8:10:00 AM
    It's a shame that we can't coin a new word... you'd swat me for saying PREACHER and it don't fit. You are a REACHER. ;) Good then, good now. Hey, we moved in different circles, lol, obviously, but if you ever heard Mary Anne Epp back in the day, you may like my sonnet MUSE (for Kathryn) Life on King St. I'm loving where sonnet are taking me and friends. Hope you are well. You are so quiet as of late and the flu is out full force out west.

  1. Date: 8/20/2013 10:49:00 AM
    soup MAIL- for me this is the poem [ propped-up against degrees/writing poems drier than the Sahara --/husks of aspartame-laced lines/tumbling across dunes, only to be imploded / by atomic-pork mushroom clouds,/ their fallout marring parchment /into a wasteland ] I love this part! L & L devoid of accountability and integrity

  1. Date: 8/14/2013 7:36:00 PM
    aptly said, and to the right audience! Now, to get the point across to the power brokers!

  1. Date: 8/12/2013 3:35:00 PM
    BTW--the primary reason I came to this site is to expand my vocabulary and literary skills so that I can write a book which is my eventual goal and I have thoughts in mind---I think you'd get a kick out of the idea and there are few anywhere who I respect more than you.

  1. Date: 8/12/2013 3:30:00 PM
    Christopher! You never disappoint and usually pierce the heart of logic that leaves one fumbling for a thoughtful response. I often question my reason in life at this hour to be here and know that I prostitute myself for the sake of another win in?? I don't know, what is it that leads us to one corner then the next and then to the point of even belittling our past or even current behavior and where is the merit anyway? I respect what makes you happy, and that's why I love your poem.

  1. Date: 8/9/2013 10:54:00 AM
    no compromise here, pure poetry, of a mind, set to right the world,, my way of reading this,, but i've been wrong before, anyhow still enjoyed, so intriguing, so masterfully able to extend my vision, my scope...

  1. Date: 8/9/2013 7:11:00 AM
    Lastly, (go on, say "for the love of mike, woman, HUSH") I truly did love this piece above all this rambling. It spoke to me on so many levels. Anyways, my ten minutes are up. Must fly. Hey, you're appreciated, okay? :D Thought I'd let you know.

  1. Date: 8/9/2013 7:08:00 AM
    continued 3- I wonder, far too often, if creativity is actually some kind of weakness, really. The nattering we hear to go, find that solitude and release the mere carbon copy of life. Life is making love, laughing, soothing a child's hurts, dancing wildly, licking peach juice from a fingertip, yes??? And what is art but just an echo of an experience? LOL. I sound so effing maudlin right now that I should be called corny II. Well, tomorrow we're off to Port Elgin. Maybe a beach day will cure me.

  1. Date: 8/9/2013 7:01:00 AM
    continued... I, only at times, feel a loss of self-recognition as I stand at the sink, once again, scrubbing a pot or fold t-shirts in the laundry room. There are words, a thousand words scratching to get out. But WHY??? The contradiction you easily found is there because I feel contradictory. So happy while feeling also discontent?? Bah. Maybe I will recognize myself come September... or maybe be a stereo-typical sobbing mother, finally having the time to breathe and yet feeling empty..

  1. Date: 8/9/2013 6:55:00 AM
    I HAD stopped by to read this the other night, and enjoyed it so much I faved it, left no comment simply because I was too exhausted to truly type (LOL) honestly, I am running on FUMES! Thanks for the comment, chum, that was written in disappearing ink ;-) I considered soup-mailing you, because this little box barely can contain my blathering. Hmmm... maybe I can just say that the poem is about my OWN guilt. I have a good life, a daughter who fills my days... how can I want MORE?

  1. Date: 8/9/2013 12:23:00 AM
    Came back for another read...So impressed with the clarion call to get REAL about our work and not play to the expectation so the crowd and not to get lost in the restrictions of form. questions...the fascination with pigs? Have I missed something? I've read it in more than one work....Hmmmmmm...does that have to do with your religious background? Unclean and all that?

  1. Date: 8/6/2013 2:59:00 AM
    Well Chris, THIS baby stands on its own merit!...Of course, at one time poetry WAS widely appreciated and read, back in the days of the master poets...When you get a chance, read my post of Edward Hirch's 'Lay back the darkness'...In my opinion, it is a chilling masterpiece...He is my favorite 'modern day' poet - Tim

  1. Date: 8/6/2013 12:50:00 AM
    † Hey Chris, Afore Reading Your Poe I Must Say, That After Leaving A Com Upon Your Featured Verse, 'The Soup Reich,' My Heart Wanted To Tell You How Brilliant Your Poetry; As I Have Always Loved As Admired Your Brilliance. In Re This Once More Exceptional In Dialogues Verse, Kudos. Shall We Make Your Heart A Poster Child To Further Poetics View ? Words Are Powerful Yet More So By Far, If They Reside Within Realities Terms ? I Love The Inspiration Here And 'Love Is Everything." Love, John

  1. Date: 8/5/2013 2:21:00 PM
    Soup Mail.

  1. Date: 8/5/2013 8:35:00 AM
    I love the intent in your language Chris..Poignant,direct and not stereotyped.You are a great example of organic fruition and you merit this praise.Well crafted poem : ). It took me awhile to come and read it..but i wanted to find the rigjt time to read it more than once to understand it before I leave my comment.-Charma

  1. Date: 8/3/2013 11:55:00 AM
    This is one of those poems that people who loves poetry couldn't resist to read it many times. Its multiphase imagery allows (directs?) the readers to find (and enjoy) kaleidoscopic aspects of a meaningful perspective ... which should be the most important "don't do" for every Souper : D I missed the monoku's discussion; thanks for the head up, anyways.I

  1. Date: 8/3/2013 2:44:00 AM
    Take those cliches and fire them up...bring your wood and lighter...:P -- run with them until they rain in that dry Sahara...

  1. Date: 8/2/2013 10:54:00 PM
    Heya Chris. Thanks for the visit. Why after this read do I feel so mechanical??? I feel myself spinning in circles. Don't tell me I am turning into a pig now! We need some hope. Very cool. Your poetic efforts are impressive. Always, Laura

  1. Date: 8/1/2013 9:30:00 PM
    Wow. .Chris. So touched by this. I needed to read it. A bit down about the whole writing bit. This helped me.... Thanks