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Best Poems Written by Laura Mccadden

Below are the all-time best Laura Mccadden poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Howl For the Poets

When you hear the poet speak
Raise your hand
Snap your fingers
In the old beatnik tradition

Howl for the poets
Howl for the truth-tellers
In the old beatnik tradition

Snap your fingers and howl
For those who say to evil
No sir,
I will not break bread with you

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Anna called her mother today
Out of the blue and the pink
To talk about something new
 
A quick story telling - like Madonna
About a passionate drunken kiss
With her roommate one night
On a streetcar not named desire
 
She described the kiss to her mother
In grand and lengthy romantic detail
What it felt like to kiss a woman
Knowing full well that the encounter
Meant nothing to her

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Words To the Wise From a Depression Era Grandmother

Always look down –
You might find something - maybe even money
Never a borrower nor lender be-
You might not get something back that is dear to you 
Or it could come back with dents

Always have a little side money in a bunghole
What’s a bunghole you ask – look it up!
Keep a dried ham hock bone on your key chain
This will bring you money

If the government is offering you butter and cheese
Be sure to take it
The Meals on Wheels’ meatloaf is quite delicious
Make friends with your postman and your bank teller

Blood is thicker than water  
Things always happen in threes
And you can make a great fuzzy navel with Tang
You don’t need some outrageously expensive orange juice!

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English Teacher

The shy college student said she did not want to speak English
That English speakers make fun of her often
The teacher assured the student that some people are insecure
That some people just want to feel superior to others
This made the student feel much better

Days later in a casual conversation while walking from the classroom
The student told the teacher that homosexuality is a crime in her culture
That she too is adamantly against it
The teacher reminded the student that this is another example of wanting to feel superior
The student completely disagreed with the teacher
And she felt much better- maybe even superior

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Swimming With the Boston Celtics a Poem For Jealous Fans

I’ve never taken a swim with the dolphins
But I did swim with the Celtics 
One day in Miami
An odd celebrity encounter 
Just me and the team
Swimming in the same hotel pool— all together

The men had their shirts off 
Incredible beautiful bodies
Muscles, intricate tattoos, six packs for all
Running, jumping, warming up, swimming together
They enjoyed each other’s company – like gentlemen would
Embodying everything you would want to see in a sports team

That moment, I wished I had been a true sports fan
I wished I had known exactly who they were
I would have called them by name, said hi, introduced myself, and asked graciously for a picture
Instead, I just watched them – casually - not interfering –
I smiled if they looked my way

And when I sensed they wanted to race each other
Over the full length of the pool
I immediately moved to the spa
I won’t name or describe the player who won the race
But, for the Celtics fans reading this
I will tell you,
That after the race
They joined me in the spa.

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Pick a Pronoun For Your Nametag Please

What are my pronoun options?
The conference goer asked
He, she, it, they – anything you want – make one up even - the friendly greeter declared!
The conference goer asked the greeter if 'he' should really be an option as a pronoun choice
You know, with the issue of the generic 'he' that we all suffer
The greeter was confused and stunned with what was thought to be backlash from the conference goer
A security guard was called and the goer tried to explain the rationale for the statement
You know, that we hear and use 'he' so much that it actually impacts equality in our society
The security guard would hear none of it
This conference is over for you - the security guard shouted!  
He or she or they handcuffed the goer and put he or she or they -- or you can make one up
In the squad car

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Living and Not Writing

When I retire and start living
I am going to stop writing and just live
Live, live, live like Auntie Mame 
Or, maybe I will write about living:

A.M.
Drink margaritas – lime only 
Walk on pristine beach – white sand only
Take three shots of espresso - Cuban only
Read love poems only by Neruda – NO WRITING!
Recite Shakespeare - the comedies only
Cook healthy vegan lunch and do cool yoga

P.M.
Drink cocktails - with Stoli only 
Listen to Andy Bey and Patricia Barber for hours
Have sequestered time - with the LOML 
Eat healthy vegan dinner and train for something called a 5K
Watch sunsets for longer than one minute
Go to indie films, live theater, hip clubs
And dance all night with buff gay men in briefs only!

I wonder if that is what living will be like.

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Monday Morning Mantra

Today
I have to go to work
I will work all day--
At five o’clock, I will catch the train
And go home

Today
I have to go to work
I will work all day--
At five o’clock, I will catch the train
And go home

Definition of Mantra:
Repetition of thought
Repetition of thought that focuses on conformity
Repetition of thought that focuses on conformity
When every other thought 
Is telling you – don’t go, don’t go…

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Mountain Road In Asheville, Nc

Driving along orange and lavender blue peaks 
Where Littledeer’s rabbits parade through 
Rolling hills of pink and yellow wildflowers
Along the French River and broad rapids 
Down in the valley on a golden Fourth of July 
Iridescent tiny hummingbirds 
Whirl around a garden of ten foot tall sunflowers
As a copper pipe scarecrow with a rusted hubcap shield 
Remains on guard to protect them all

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Shy and Silent

We sat together in the campus hole in the wall pub
You - the greatest academician of all time
Me – shy and silent with a thousand questions for you trapped in my brain

Now, older and with my conversational skills more honed
I would ask you:
How was your day?
How is your drink?
How is that new car working out for you?

Then, I would move on to my Vanity Fair interview:
Who is your favorite hero?
What word do you overuse?
What is your most treasured possession?
 
I would also throw in some questions of utmost importance:
Hey, what do you think of this crazy world we live in?
What do you think of Vonnegut’s theory of why we are even on this planet?

And finally, I would ask you:
If our friendship were ever to end one day suddenly, would there be at least one chance for redemption?