Long Magazine Poems
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Kim’s decorations for fall are always straight out of a magazine
The rest of us visit her house and exclaim over her decisions.
Her parents are decorators, and I believe they help her with this.
She claims it is all her own idea, but no one buys it.
Because she is not a put together woman in any other area of life.
Her clothes do not match, her hair is a mess, and she looks dowdy.
Her house is impeccable; perfecto, and it happens while she is at work.
Two cars with Michigan plates are parked at her house for a week.
Her parents lug in bolts of materials, and bags of autumn goodies.
Kim takes full credit, and we let her because we adore her.
But we all know better.
Clinking, clinking
I heard the clinking in
repetition
what could
cause
whatever object this is to
make this clinking sound.
Clink!
The loudest sound
yet.
peaking my interest
one's honest admission
dredged from it's
translucence
clear in obvious
objective
gaining my attention
I relaxed towards
it's conclusion
blanketing myself
to warm my now
needing desire
Commercial Trait
"the new Boattailed Designed"
Excelesor
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by Eccentric Motors
Excalesor Sports Luxury and
Styling Personified!
Buy Now! You Know!
Voted Car of The Year by
Bezel and Binnacle Magazine
and Select Best Overall
by Carrosserie and Standards
Power Pro Club and Trophy
Naming this Vehicle best
overall according to the standards
of Performance and safety
The best Value award is said to
be the best endorsement in The Industry
The Inspiring Designer Magazine
Named it
"it's Vehicle of the Year
Awarded The Design Team
The Crystal Palace Trophy
BIGGY SMALLZ
Born broke as bonkers yet he'll still bluff.
Big dreams are what big minds are made of.
Dead broke and couldn't picture this!
In Queens, a little boy's journey from genesis:
'It was all a dream, and here it begins.
He used to read WordUp magazine,
Salt n Pepper and Heavy D up in the limousine,
Hanging pictures on the wall,
Every Saturday rap attack Mr Magic Molly Mall.'
Never thought hiphop would take this far.
Yet, hopes one day he'd become a star.
Then, honey play him toss like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast,
Sold out seats to hear Biggy Smallz spit,'
Fame & money would then take him on a treat,
Spreading love from Brooklyn to all 'em street.
The side hustle and artistry were the plus,
Young Notorious B.I.G used to make a big fuss
Then grew up to his money making a big noise.
But the more money the more problems,
This wasn't the kind of life he sees,
The gunshots & gangshots wouldn't cease
Until in '97, he himself after himself's decease.
Then his fame & legendary witness an increase
Just like the Young Aaliyah taking rest in peace,
So is that beauty which she hold in lease.
Brooklyn still thinks it was all a dream,
The city knows Biggy weigh more than a team.
Queens for a mo' thought his light has gone dim,
All to wake up into the reality of life's pulse,
Which is, there's no more Aaliyah & Biggy Smallz.
Certainly, the genre till today still mourns.³²
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Copyright ©? November 2023.
In the topic of magazines.
I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes.
Relaxed in the greeting of open arms.
She paused, sitting upright.
The gap between us now closer.
Allowing the invitation of smiles.
Our upright becoming a corner staple in the edge of anticipation.
We both sat.
Allowing ourselves to do what came natural.
My reflection seen clear in the middle of her eyes.
Her personality pasted all around me.
No currency was exchanged in the beauty of two souls flipping to page 42.
Reading the full article.
Taking our time not to wrinkle the pages.
Moving from the cover to emotional commitment.
The exchange of excitement
Where she was free to be herself just as I.
Ideally, I reread every paragraph.
Falling in love with everything represented to be pharmaceutical to deep need.
Constantly reading then rereading the same passages over and over.
Hiding myself behind the cover.
Wanting to know more
Slide, barrel, firing
My life expiring
Carve peace into a bullet so its the last thing on my mind
'Cause what remains in the sky is our stars misaligned
The shrapnel from the meplat dissects my insides
My emotional integrity, treat like it was Alcides
I submit to you my mag of hatred
You load your gun and leave me berated
The echoes of metallic disparage on the concrete
Discard the magazine, rest it on my grave and replete
Disengage the safety, make your grip pirouette
In my mind you're already dead, your ballade des
Your body slumps, no longer recepts, self-sabotaged
The thoughts of us never escaped your mind, constantly collaged
Walking, the mail man once carried a bag
Slowly, he now drives a jeep to mail box
Brown spots over my mail; a little moist
Like coffee stain probably from the gutter
Lazy! just sit, won’t get out the vehicle now
Months ago, he walked until women came
Hissing teeth, “Just suits me fine, he mumbles”
Recalled my dog, Ruff, chased him one day
Running, the mail scattered all over the street
Like ginkgo leaves spinning in autumn’s wind
Now I wonder, “What in earth am I to do?”
This new mailperson, different yet the same
First a lazy mailman until women appeared
Rules of the game just immediately changed
It’s no longer mailman; it was never mail woman
Now just mailperson; wow women have power!
Some women are awesome! Roses will be great
She ought to smile and bring much more mail
She may come to my door; sensational smile
Active! I bet she will get out of the vehicle
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© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/13/09
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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The magazine cover page had a picture
Strange,
Out of the norm.
All those expositions of creative writing
are not pure and divine, nor sober as well.
A hypothetical extravaganza of law-breaker laws.
There is no validity of empty or full glass
No chance of any logical input , there.
Breaking that glass introduces the possibility
Ultimate materialization of the ulterior climax
Little to do with a softer pencil mark
No way to erase that either.
Permanent stains, long-lasting, durable.
Sophist hallucination of a strange life
One cannot deny anything through escapism
Thinking aloud, Thinking a lot.
But then, why me?
I am just nobody
With a sky darkened with ages of improbable fall out.
Perhaps, there is not much left
But to be red through emotions,
red like blood. Red, a hot-headed color.
My meager plate gets lost with
innumerable calculations of priorities...
and the room floor with hypothetical extenuations
everything, everywhere.
A series of happenings of world with no far-reaching continuity
A groaning pain of a hopeless night, and a day too.
Thinking aloud, thinking a lot.
Charlie was a chimpanzee.
He was as unhappy as could be.
He was in love with Loopy Lu
Who was a a model in the mag Who's Who
I know what you are thinking, Chimps can't read,
Well, Charlie could, so I'll proceed.
Chimps and other primates have genes similar to ours.
Some of them, like humans, have Super Human Powers.
Charlie could read, that's how he saw Loopy Lou
She was more beautiful than any ape in the zoo.
She was a Model, as I mentioned before,
When she stood up, her hands touched the floor.
She had big eyes and pouting lips.
She walked like a model. When she walked she swayed her hips
As Charlie read the Magazine, he started to drool.
"Throw the mag away, Charlie, don't be a fool."
Charlie was confused and could only gape
Was Loopy Lou a human or, was she an ape.
(This is a fictional poem)
You're really pissing me off because you think this is a library instead of a store.
If you're not going to buy my magazines, I don't want you looking at them anymore.
Unless you're going to buy the magazine, I want you to put it back.
If you give me the finger one more time, I'll give you a hard smack.
Yesterday a guy took a Playboy in the bathroom because he thought I wouldn't
mind.
He was in there for a good thirty minutes and when he came out, he had gone
blind.
Now you're reading a fishing magazine that tells you how to catch bass.
You'd better put it back on the shelf right now or I'll kick your scrawny ___.
This isn't a library and that's something you'd better learn.
I've kicked a lot of people's _____ and now it's your turn.
Form:
Without breathing, we'd have a world without mortals.
I cannot conceive of a world without writing, and I
cannot imagine a world of mortals without READING.
A picture thought about READING inspired me today.
Far more than the utterance of words,
READING is like a quiet flow of life.
We inhale, intake, or breathe in words
That captures and develops pictures.
How would we navigate a world without arithmetic?
And we know that God is the perfect mathematician.
Without His calculations, the universe would be chaotic.
How space and time affect us is always on His mind.
We pick up a book, magazine, or landmark posting
As we exhale, outtake, or breathe out words;
And as we READ, we are creating snapshots
Of life for ourselves and others to experience.
I sense this truth in any good READING material.
If the READING happens to be The Book of Life,
how vast is the realization of this truth? READING.
It is one of the most beautiful river flowing of life.