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poetic sunday

2 Oct

dealers don’t care who they push to,
just so the victims are mute,
why question the method of delivery, or

means of injection;
the results are felt in the whites of their lie

– peace massacre

where are the ihop scholars
the truck stop wisdom walls, deceased;
trafficked for talking mouths with
sidekick of talking breasts,
afloat on rolling obituaries of red and green arrows

– peace massacre

poetic sunday

18 Sep

i’m dedicating sunday to be poem day. 

rof and i have a friend who writes poetry and i’m going to feature him here on sundays along with some of my poetry and favorite poetry.  if you have a poem you wrote or love, send it to me and it will be included.  have a great sunday.

i wrote this one when i was about 24 years old.

suburbia ordinaria

american the beautiful


wall of brick

holding everything

the little pocketbook

can fit

wear what everyone else


talk like everyone


what is your suburban drug

of choice?

are u looking to get out

of the

subdivision wrapped in hell

bigger house

better school

a cul-de-sac of sameness

boredom and passionless


living a life not their own


one that is cloned.

from peace massacre:

bliss found at the bottle’s bottom

peace shared by half a tab

sadness paused thru a shock

serenity held in a shot

euphoria found kissing the cousin of the dragon,

pressure expelled with a burn

prescription heaven.   vanished


phenomenal woman

lastly, i love maya angelou and i have the book with this in it and used to read it for inspiration
Pretty woman wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to fit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
They swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s the arch of my back
The sun in my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
I ought to make you proud
I say,
It’s the click of my heals,
The bend of my hair,
The need for my care.
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
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