Best Poster Poems
ocean meets brown sand
year-long heat like this skin
burns lying post-cards
The untimed snow rushed insulted against the glassed shoulders on the poster,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
It cried, scalded, on the painted, colorful faces,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
Its outraged tears transformed into tears of joy,
and through them they were still smiling,
not caring for the bitter cold,
in defiance of the delayed spring,
Because they knew,
It could not wash away their colors,
It could not cover their bare shoulders.
Through hell and blows by the hammer of life
you bounced back
Nothing will undo you again
only make you stronger and more whole
Easy street poster child
Hype's the bluffers decoy by those who haven't lived
Blindfolded in their self-deception
They remain juvenile - raw and without form
Caterpillar entombed...... doomed never to crown butterfly
Spared the panel-beater's hammer, they lie idly parked
gathering dirt, rusting and decaying
The hammer's blows iron out our crudeness
and refine us into bright sparkling diamonds for the roles
we star in life, until we are immune to the hammer's slight knocks,
scrapes and scratches - bulletproof
be no example
each lived day
of what not to be
hand-waving my sock
reaching out to the forum
to pat my own back
Are you scared of ghosts?
Is one hiding under your toast?
What is that creaking sound?
Whoops. your poster just fell down!
This is the free and public domain Art Calligraphy version of my new poetic/liturgical translation of the Heart Sutra:
https://archive.org/details/heartsutra2018
I hope you'll all find it enjoyable!
Another poster of a child holding her lost pet.
When I see them, man, the sinking feeling that I get.
Why can't pets just learn to stay at home?
Why are they always dying to go on the roam?
I haven't seen or heard of one happy ending yet.
This is not why we did love you ~
and learned to think the whole world of you ~
just so you could sneak out the back door ~
never to be seen anymore ~
except in visions ~ with a coyote glowering down from above you.
Since Jay decided to be a poster child
He’s reined in his tendency to go wild
He’s quiet as a mouse
Dead silence in the house
To laryngitis for aye reconciled
This story has a Beginning and an End
First thing! Upon my Bed, I rest!
Everything is at rest!
No doubts No hurt no Pain!
No tears No fears all rest!
Upon my bed,
I rest thinking of a four-poster bed! Just glad to be at rest! my thoughts guest for better or less has roamed the earth's atmosphere with circles of the blowing breezy winds received the air breathe sacrifice of the life of living the ones you know! The winds of again are blowing in the wind of let us do it again! Here was
Silk material woven in the swirl of my thoughts blowing in the breeze right now Scented with spices both for the soul and the mind with the fresh aromatic smell of promise in the soul chamers the word much caused my thoughts to come to a pause and a halt! Let me pause a minute to believe in dreams the value of all of the right and left brain activity agreements to love honor and cherish the moment that might never pass in this way of life ever again! Another agreement is to let love do us only no matter what comes well live and learn to tribute to the God Of the Living! and be a soul a spirit or the bone flesh and blood and your body flesh loves the God of Love! Just remember the words Listen to the feelings all inside oneself ! Listen I am on my bed thinking about a 4-poster bed the mystery of getting one I wonder now why!
Music has always influenced my mind
it was something way down inside
my musical girls I would see every night
full-size posters on bedroom, I could confide
Olivia Newton-John following on 'Country Roads'
I felt 'So Hopelessly Devoted To You'
having seen 'Grease' on many occasions
so 'Physical' it felt 'I Need Love' too
Kate Bush rises me on 'Wuthering Heights'
such a haunting voice makes me 'Wow'
follow this beau 'Running Up That Hill'
dressed in black so stunning wets my brow
Debbie Harry made me always 'Dreaming'
'One Way Or Another' was of Blondie fame
'Heart Of Glass' stunned me to 'Rapture'
this New York babe made me never the same
This was me in late teens to early 20s
effected musically by my poster girls
even now love their voices to hear again
just memorising fills me with thrills
(I am going back in time to write a poem about my music collection that affected your life growing up and they were my poster girls.)
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Another bed turned down,
I sleep between its lines
Dreaming of an empty space,
wishing in 4-poster rhyme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
The recruiting poster incited little Lee.
He could barely wait to shove out to sea.
His cousin joined too, because joining was free.
The recruiter told them how rich they could be.
Grandma McGee got a long switch off a sycamore tree.
She went after that cagey recruiter who started to flee.
He was terrified of this woman who swung a switch like a he.
But he stopped recruiting young men from the Family McGee.
LUXURY TO LAMENT
When the temperature outside says you should be hot
Except you’re mother f*****g cold in every spot
When you’re laying in a luxurious four-poster bed
Scoring some dope is the only thought in your head
When my bones ache every time I move
A body doesn’t need anything else to prove
I feel the sweating but wet my body shouldn’t be
While Bobby next door has dope but he ain’t giving it away free
I’ve got holes in my pocket, my shirt and in my shoes
But the body doesn’t need any other kind of clues
You grow more uncomfortable in that board of a bed
And your only option is to hit some old lady with a rock over the head
But you’re shaking and your body is making you pay
I’m only twenty three yet my hair is turning grey
I’m lying on a lascivious bug laden bed
And my only other option is the morgue………., home for the dead
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One hundred and three priors
race baiting the norm?
the poster child for prison reform?