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Details | Free verse |


"Made In China"

They can have my money
If it saves me money

The toys I played with when I was young,
Says I enjoyed their hands
The Labels read 

The cheap material on my back, the shoes I wore. 
How easily they faded and tore
However, I enjoyed their hands
The Tags on my rags;

The car I own saves money on gas
A tiny Honda Civic, takes me everywhere
I love my sweet silver car
"Manufactured in China"

The never been used--Made in the USA--cookware I own,
Says, I don't work hard at all:)
Yummy to Chinese all you can eat take Outs  
Thank you China for being part of this world
Better Yet!
Thank you China, for making this world a part of yours.

Shipped easily in a box


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013

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Rap Game On

She knew this
 was going to happen
Mr psychopath is rapping
With his crazy beats in timing
Singing: She's so freaky
You must believe me
I'll spread my message
They better get it
Tearing apart logic
His tempo is lethargic 
Smearing the writing 
of her time in shining
But those who know her best
Laugh at him in jest
They know her worth
No need for a test
When asked if she's crazy
They evade the question
Thinking  to themselves
We are above this business
of railroading the gifted
So take your props and stage
and...perform elsewhere 
in the singing of your rage

Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:

I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of 

And my thoughts,
so flippant to implore
if a man with a chartreuse neck tie
can see the long wet streaks
across the cherry plane.

He speaks,
a sequence of interrogatives
common to the bored walls
of serious conference,
evoking tone inflection
in the pattern of polite.

Darest I mention truth?

I am your whore;
infect me with smug integrity,
smack me with false prophet leadership,
just leave some crisp bills
on the nightstand, sugar.

Yet my voice models his wavelength,
relaying back the catchy tired language
of one hit wonders;
eyes brighten,
hands extend
from the man who owns a chartreuse tie.


awards a loaf of Wonder bread,
and a two bedroom lower.

Copyright © Michele Nold-Godleske | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

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Red Roses and Wine


This life has been but a carnival 

Ride within many ways its circus 

Amid silent reels; crimson hues...

Surreal it would seem if it were

Yet only a dream; these scenes

Of looney tooney and howdy duty

At, the seaside spaghetti house...


..."Red Roses and Wine"

Copyright © sarah seraphin | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

The City And The State Of Play Today


No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in 
Are the only ones feeling queasy 
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
So easily 

Good corporate citizens they claim to be
Industry awards abound on their walls
As thank you tokens from themselves
Yet society harbours a lot of ill-will
As it feels the often brute force of 
The raid
And destroy mentality
Of people only wishing to make money 
Any which way 
While Using up all of society’s communal resources

Sharks abound
The waters are forever bloody as they 
Know no fraternity and would gladly 
Cannibalize anyone with no influence 
The ability to upend competitors
A cherished characteristic 
In a bullish machismo drenched environment 

Bullet proof psyches
Absorb and repel any pangs
About unfairness
Blocking any regulatory or chattering classes’
Attempt at nirvana and equality 
They employ better paid lobbyist 
So always have the upper hand 
In influencing policy 

The gravitational attraction of money 
Towards another even bigger pot of money 
Numbs any cautionary instinct
That would take a long term view 
The thrill of instant riches
Overpowers common sense 
And even decency 
Fat cats they all wish to be 

The slickness of glossy tongued lobbyist
Who spin wrongs till they become rights
Embolden oestrogen low males with no inbuilt brakes
To take risks that eventually cost them disgrace 
They are champions of graft not of society 

Loopholes in legislation
That were built in by too friendly politicians 
Coupled with ambiguous suits and claims
Cause far reaching hardship when the good old days are long gone 
The villains only muster some phantom national pride
 When begging for a lighter sentence 
Some are forgiven
Others fatally wounded by an unforgiving public

Lots of money can be made both legally and illegally
As one racket is closed another materialises instantly
The conveyor belt of dishonesty
Overwhelms bureaucracy 
Who is not David to the goliath that is money

The ethos is wealth
The acquisition and the maintaining of gains
Not often acquired through hard work
There is no limit of acceptable financial comfort
For the millionaire always wants to be a billionaire
And the mega rich super rich

Money must always be hidden from the taxman
Shareholders want tax free dividends
Investors want tax breaks for buying with other people’s money 
Infrastructure and new runways must be built 
But not from the pocket of those who wish it 

With their hands outstretched
And always wanting more and more
From a government too eager to please 
We have a tax system geared to the advantage of party donors
And non-domiciled moguls and tycoons
Who know no philanthropy unless it is tax efficient 

Disadvantaging society by  
Never paying their fair and moral share 
The largess they reap so selfishly
They wish not to share 
Wages are low
Taxes are nil
Only the investor wins as we pay his bills

Fast paced expansionist dogma
Is preached within city limits
Only the highest paid
The biggest company
The greatest profits
Are allowed 
They are held up as ideals that all who
Wish to succeed must follow
Gunslingers they all appear to be
Rushing in to capitalize on the wanton success of their peers
The cloud of misery left behind 
Is never seen for the look forward 
Never backward 
Hindsight is never welcomed in this parasitic environment 

The political will to weed out these reckless demons
Is lukewarm at best 
The revolving door of government creating opportunities
For industry and industry gratefully accepting politicians post government 
Ensures that self-interest is king 

An economy built on flawed assumptions of wealth creation
Is one that must forever be in hyper-drive
Creating ever expanding demand and supply 
That is as real as a thief’s conscience 
When taking the rings off a dead persons fingers 

Money must always be made for 
There is no alternative 
Wealth is good
Poverty to them is laziness

The city is not the heart and soul
Of the nation
It is but one player in a system skewed in its favour
We all must share in the wealth of this country
To ensure its longevity  

Copyright © evrod samuel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Ain't Nobody's Business

The very sound of your voice 
Caresses my bones 
I dare not move away.

For fear of losing you
Just the thought of you
Gives me a high I swear.

I never wanna come down 
When it feels this good
Being wrapped up in you.

I love it when you touch me like that
I can feel your heartbeat inside me
 Beating as though it were my own.

Ain't nobody's business 
In what I do with you
As long as you love me
The way you do !!!

Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2010

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While bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
Have once again scared and maimed
Where once grew trees and meadows free
Is now an earth, encased by concrete seas

Engines roar,  to drown our ears in echoed glee
Where ghosts of children played their summer games
Forced to leave their childhood memories
In trenched out holes, and broken trees

The big top guns...ravage earth, then run
Dinosaurs that raise their iron heads
Jaws dripping with loads of earth and grass
As gophers rampaging through halls, bereft
are forcing nature's giants to their knees

Place by place destruction of the land
And while the green world grandfathers knew
Is gone in days, with every oak that falls
When this new invading presense is someday done
Has had his fill of dollar bills, then abandons one and all..
Who will mourn, who will recall?


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |


Temperature's hovering at 103
Very much too hot for me,
A/C busted, that's
plain to see...
Tenant's squawking
What can I do, let's see....

Stuck in the middle,
The owners just piddle
All I need is a sad fiddle
To accompany my misery

I didn't break it, this I swear,
And should some say so
They'd better take care,
I have my Panzer grenadieres
On full alert,
And it won't be waterguns
That they will squirt

So get a fan, take a cold bath,
Sleep on your patio,
Don't incur my wrath
Take a chill pill.....
Take two or three,
We'll get it fixed,
This I will see...

Not fun being the manager
Responsibility for everything,
Authority to do nothing,
Frustrations build quick,
Can make one quite sick

But, this too shall pass,
Another challenge will
take it's place
Cause this just is an
endless race.

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008

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Nature of the Business

I was thinking today 
                        That in itself
                 Is a very scary thought 
About all the people who
             Crisscross +++++++++++++
       Through our lives 
Some of these people 
                       Without any doubt 
                              Are just people we want something from
                                People who want something from us
And once that need is gone 
                                  So are they
Then there are other people 
                                 That we know forever
                             But wish we had never met
And lets not forget 
                     The ones we only met once
                              Wish we would know forever
                                     But never see again
Well this isn’t about any of them
 This is about 
                     The people
                              We loved and lost
                                          But never should have
Please know that the love I’m speaking of is friendship
Our friends define who we are  
More than anything else
         In life
My best friend and I 
                       Haven’t spoken 
                     In now on 15 years
In all honesty
               That is my fault
   It is also one of the worse mistakes
              That I ever made
I was so hurt 
              The hurt brought anger
             The anger brought action
And it all happened so fast 
                        Soon as I did it, I felt so ashamed
I think his father could see that in my eyes
The whole family was a part of my heart
      Dennis was my best friend
              Judy was my girlfriend
Kristin, Jeffery & Haley were my step-kids
          Dale was my younger brother
Jack & Joy were Mom & Dad
          We had all known each other
             Since I was knee high
   I learned a valuable lesson that day
     I learned that no matter how strong love is
          How many years of foundation it may have
                      Addiction will destroy it 
             --- It’s the nature of the business ---

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

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Business of Storms

It is the business of storms to have eyes, yet blind
At sea.
They are drunk with Neptune’s wine
And reek of catastrophe.
For no memories they no longer pine,
And brew instead what stirred Lethe;
That which is considered a Shakespearian find –
Tempest hoarding in a cup of tea.

Copyright © Manuel Abis | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |



Hoje e sempre,
É bom lembrar: 
toda a gente
tem direito ao sucesso!
O que é preciso é gente 
que aumente a crença da gente,
gente com mente 
que progride sempre!
A gente 
Que é gente
O que quer que caiba na mente.

Copyright © Giacomo Nerone | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Bad Bosses

Bad bosses wear the same clothes every day
Some of them are called Bob or Bill or Kathy
They smell funny and cry for mommy
Never shake hands with them
You don’t know where their thumbs have been
Bad bosses hate employees who want wages
They kick their dogs and friends
Legends in their minds; they beat their wives
My boss is six feet tall
All of it is penis
Bosses look me up and down
Waiting for me to turn around
They want me to bend over and crack a smile
There must be a factory somewhere out there
That manufactures these freaks of nature
Vaseline does not come with the pay check
When they are done with me
I don’t even get a kiss or cigarette 

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


Romantic, close
A subject of sweetest softness
Cats can be loved too

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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The Cost of Education

Ossenburger, the business genius, 
when he graduated from college, 
he started a budget mortuary service.

Five dollars a corpse!
He was the Wal-Mart of death.
Burry ‘em, burn ‘em, float ‘em down the river, 
get ‘em by the gross like a bag-o-chicken wings.
Bodies stacked like cord wood rotting beneath an eve, 
he had a secret process for sorting, storing, and disposal.
He hoarded the cadavers like a squirrel hoards its nuts, 
buried and forgotten, 
never wondering where they’ll pop up.

Dough rolling in from all the strapped families, 
Ossenburger was the drug lord of putrefied flesh.
While puddles of fat caramelized within the soil, 
he donated excess funds to his fondly held private school.
He wrote off all his charity, 
he hoarded up the dough, 
with more babies born daily, 
he kept profits up with our death toll.
Pencey held him in architectural esteem.
For all his generosity 
they used his name 
for their new wing.

Tell us Ossenburger about your fancy car, 
how you dream of stiffs between each shift 
and Jesus ignores our prayers to say how lucky you are.

Our only bit of justice, some smidge, 
some smear of slight relief, 
is hearing Marsalla’s flatulence 
during your puffed up prep school speech.

Copyright © Graphite Drug | Year Posted 2017

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Grey mottled Pastiche

A maze of tall ascending fingers pierce the sky
Prominent and conceived as seeds
In someone's fertile mind
Crowded together packed in vertical line
That overshadow the pavement below.

Temples of finance and commerce
Amassed in concrete and reflective glass
As tiny moving dots like ants scurry and hurry below
Metal boxes of all shapes and colours
In the city like a river stop and flow.

A array of stores billboards and eye catching signs
Forming linear line
The pavement wet with rain makes them shine.

The hustle and bustle of traffic 
Horns And police sirens make a awful din
But just normal and ignored by the residents and crowds 
That tread the pavement and reside within 
The collage of busy hectic city life 
For the lucky and affluent a shoppers paradise
But for the homeless sleeping rough
On the cold concrete
Life is tough.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


I am out here on the strip.
Making men look at how I sway my hips.
I know many are in search of a relief (with)
No significant relationship in the mix.

No money
No sex
I have to take care of myself.
I am not just a piece ass out here.

Many I let pass by.
I am looking for the right guy,
In that I have a certain success rate on how I get paid.
The ones with the wife are always the smooth operators.

No money 
No sex
I am not just a piece ass out here.
I am captivation of my existence.

Respite I felt, but then he stops to ask me was I available.
I said yes and asked what did he have planned.
His reply was a good time.
I smiled and these were my lines.

No money 
No sex
I am not just out here as a piece ass.
I have to care for self.
Let’s go to my bordello to fulfill the rest.
This is my startup business.

Now, what's your name...
Written December 21, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Proof In Her Prowl

She is a Battle Babe
make you mouth her as a FAV. ,
all her work an automatic save, a rage'n rave,
getcha cravin the ultimate poetic shave
makin demons a quick grave and enticin angels to misbehave,
She's a Battle Babe, no chance her style fades, she got genius in spades,
covert clout leavin you shamed with sheer doubt, livin to learn her upshot ways,
offend ya with a biting wit, pen ya witha whip whetted on the blood of your best days,
love ya like a lionized legionare, waste ya like a puny prisoner pinned against her spiked legs,
wicked wrath and affectionate genuflection the perfection of the Battle Babe's barbarous pathways,
the Patron Poetess of the Lady Ink Crew not fearin you, not hatin you, 
she's just beatin every ounce of you

You say she's crazy, lazy and hastey
some sort of Prima Donna in distress lost in lunacy pastey,
but this is simply a rumor reflected from your own filthy and phony majesty,
she prepares for battle settled and seasoned
like a lioness in love with the last hour of hunger
quiet and confident, instincts infallible in Society's saddistic scramble,
pupils green aglow, piercing the pale lies of this business' infatuation with profit's ramble,
the salt of twilight stings her senses, your stunted reaction she will savor
thoughts of your company falling from her K-9's kill of what was once friendship once reasoned,
she will annihilate facts in the false traffic of your tabulated fantasy,
she will destroy you for assuming truth in sunshine made from touted travesty -


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


Who controls our banking?
Ruinous fees for money lending.
Who questions their investing?
Why so dear for money lending?
Who does profit from accounting?
Our finances they're controlling,
While our economy they're ruining,
They're amassing fortunes pecuniary,
Big business for them, commercially.
Let's questions their accountability
For our faceless Australian economy,
Profits overseas they're sending---
So much for Australian banking!!!!!!

Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

No Monkey Business

Monkeys were never us; 
our entrance is more than theory. 
I came standing erect and complete.
The dust was to indulge (except of the tree)
in the place provided, where the voice walked 
in the cool of the day. 

Leopards and lambs, 
like Puppy Yellow 
and the calico moving balls of yarn; 
the fallen, like a snake,
wooed the woman that queried 
and she went away towing her husband. 

I am out of character, image, 
likeness of the Divine
whose flood sculpted mountains and isles, 
there, dividing men 
and painted them 
in new colors with freezing fingers.

Sasquatch, your blurred trace, 
speaks loud of the instrument now used.
Of me Ibrahim was assured. 
The pyramids are mathematics the God teaches; 
their wisdom raised the boulders 
(the two Gods that share the Spirit).
I mosey through a sea to be here; 
this point where they are history?

Monkeys were never us. If so,
who limits the fruition? I still see them
I am Enoch walking with him, 
lodging far afield the daughters of men.
I occur with an enormous bang
far superior to a hypothesis.

Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2011

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Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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The Butterfly Flutters By

The butterfly flutters by—
It’s the symbol of our Company.
That logo’s on my bus so high,
Where clients ride so comfortably.
That noted fluttering butterfly
Is a noble Pacific Monarch;
You can sometimes see it cruising by
The Monterey Peninsula, light or dark.
You’ll see my bus parked by fine hotels,
Classy wineries, the Monterey Aquarium,
Beneath the Carmel Mission bells, 
Or in Pebble for the A. T. and T. Pro-Am.
The butterfly flutters by—
And in case you didn’t know it,
The driver that waves as he flies by
Also happens to be this poet.*

*The driver has been working part time since 2007 for 
Pacific Monarch Ltd., which is headquartered in Marina, 
California.  The buses are navy blue with a white butterfly
logo.  The author has written many songs and poems 
while waiting in his bus between runs.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Tea Bag

Clock ticking
Time for tea
Opening the tea box
Fingers sink into the peach flavor
The light on the electric kettle flickers
Pouring the hot water in a crystal cup
The tea bag ready to dive 
Time to infuse the aroma
Waiting for the tea to brew
The cup is taken 
Blissful unity to be sipped
The drip into the mouth 
Awakens the senses
Back to another day of finances

Copyright © Bhavna khemlani | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

New York, New York

It is mid-week again,
and the incremental fines
imposed upon the clock
toll as a bell ringing down.

There is slippage in these transactions
that cannot be undone,
while yesterdays glories
are traded for tomorrow's guilt.

The markets tick along
accumulating matter and wealth.
The traders eat it up
then spew it from their faces.

Traffic is turning corners down the way
avoiding vicissitudes and man-hole covers.
They flirt with fate
Like a time machine gone awry.

Some sad story on the news
is blinking back a gush of tears.
Some will live; some will die,
But all go hungry for a lie.

Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2015

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The Land of the Corrupt

Safe, protected, free, just, wealthy.
"You're safe in America."
"Our government will protect you."
"We have the most just system in the world."
"America is the wealthiest nation." 

Welcome to the United States, 
where safety is police brutality against 
our own citizens; where the food we 
eat is pumped full of poison; where 
our guns are taken from us to keep us 
"safe", when the enemy is on the home front. 

Welcome to the Land of the Brave, 
where men and women lose their lives 
over another nation's resource, even though we've 
got the technology to keep them home; where 
a man turning into a woman is more 
important than hundreds dying in an earthquake.

Welcome to the Land of the Free,
where free will and creativity is 
frowned upon and conformity is the 
latest trend; where its citizen's opinions 
go straight to the garbage while those 
already in power continue making decisions.

Come on over to the USA,
where child molesters serve less time 
in prison than those caught with a plant;
where you can be arrested simply because 
your skin is a different tone; where a mother that 
killed her child got away with a slap on the wrist. 

Make a trip to the wealthiest nation,
where one percent of the population holds 
every cent, while homelessness is at an 
all time high; where religion means no 
taxes, and it costs an entire years pay 
just to afford a higher education.

Make your way to the Land of the Corrupt,
where the War on Terror is a scam,
and our nation's biggest tragedy was a planned attack;
where the poor are forced to pay taxes with 
money they don't have, while the wealthy 
gloat in flashy suits and Mercedes Benz.

Don't eat anymore out of their greedy hands.
Take your freedom back.
House our homeless.
Block out the media, it's an illusion.
Stop fighting for a country that wants you to die.
It's time to make a change.

Copyright © Morgan Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Money Can't Buy Happiness

You lead a luxurious life, superior finance allows you to have a sense of grandiosity, people of a lower stature seem to fit the perfect mold for the term irrelevant,
like appendix,
but soon your wealth leads to vulnerability, standards become everything and the simple things in life no longer trigger your excitement,
so you begin to question your sobriety, maybe that is the answer,
little do you know dependency can be worse than cancer,
so you start off on the bottle, but that only provokes..
you to try something more potent, now your spending habits are more ubiquitous and basically you're poor..
but this all could have been avoided if you kept the attitude of the girl Next Door..

Copyright © Jesse Pickens | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Attitude Adjustment

It is always after days like this one,
of a kind of proverbial snake chasing
its tail, its form flawless, its strength in

numbers of its friends all rolling together
carrying me to the end of a long day,
the end being where I started, just as

dark, my breath as clear on the concrete
platform as it was twelve hours before,
my insides still a Colombian neck tie.

But I am still one hour and at least two
languages away from there, here in the
bar car, my head against the stretch window

as the Norman countryside smears by at
200 kph, a drop of casis stirring towards a
mandarin horizon fuller than my plastic cup of scotch,

tilting with each banking of the train only to
level out sharply seconds later, the minimum
time required - I suspect - for the stubbly 

driver to refresh his senses with a good chuckle,
which would surely be more 
frequent if they let me ride up there with him,

playing "I Spy" with our eyes closed,
testing the emergency brake and
scaring cars at crossings with the horn.

Copyright © Darryl Davis | Year Posted 2012