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Sunrise On The Slag Heap (Free verse) by Caducus Success is a haircut at Toni & Guy,
A flute tongue for sales
Is an orchestra of grief
For the common man you robbed.
Martyrs of the cause
Walk with the 'black legs' high headed
So they can buy Christmas
Before it sells them to sharks.
Armour grey skies rinsed their wrath
Godiva like and pure
A blitz of holy water
Fell faster than a David sling
On these cowering Goliaths.
Hire a fifty year old man for minimum wage,
Shake his callused hand
And he will be good to you,
He will sweat blood.
Leave him to machines
And he wont become one
For he is principled
And wont see his grand children
Grow to be the whip cracker
Who broke his back and heart.
Industry
Coventry
Where davy lamp sunrises
Shine on the slag heap
With average Joe
Hocking blood on black mountains,
All for a dream he'll give his son
Found on a different path
He turned from coal to gold.
Up the ladder:
metaphor
Down the ladder:
Plug my Phone In
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Posted: September 27, 2005 3:52 AM PDT; Last modified: September 27, 2005 7:42 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.2384057 Overall Rank: 4112 Comments:
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Dovina @ 216.153.142.11
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28-Sep-05/5:37 AM
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Good, and moves to a goal. The last few lines wrap it up nicely.
I'm left wondering, have you ever read your poems aloud? ... to people? I haven't in years. I wonder if that explains a lot.
Their is an open mic poetry night at the tin angel pub in coventry which is cool but feel disillusioned by where poetry isn't going. I've accepted I'm flawed but think you can make a better point with some poetry read aloud, for instance it can be more moving, funny, and reactions can be gauged which can change you as a writer.
For national poetry day my city which is home to Phillip Larkin (Coventry) has not got a single worthy thing planned around poetry. Time for anarchy - well its that or the polish working mens club reading with no teeth. Where do you plan to go with your writing?
Be thankful for where you are...Here in Memphis, poetry is pretty much just something like I killed a nigga and then raped his bitch and then I robbed some shit and then I killed a cop and did some more illegal shit.
pretty good stuff..
We should twin cities.
Out here in the land of fruit and nuts, we can read poetry every night of the week and usually have more than one from which get guff. Then we have the poetry workshops - more brutal still. And finally, the friendships with poets gone awry - that's the worst.
If I've said this once I've said it a quadrillion times: That's because language in California has evolved to the point that normal speech is considered poetic. Hence its reams and reams of godawful poetry.
No, seriously. Happy Ramadan as of sunset tomorrow.
I don't plan on celebrating Ramadan. Godawful poetry - yes.
Really? You should. Starve yourself all day, then sit down with the neighbors to a big platter of goat smothered in goat yoghurt at sunset. Round noonish everything has to stop because everyone's low-blood-sugared and fighting in the streets. It's a beautiful time. A family time. Do you know the US Army actually slows or entirely stops its attacks and bombings at Ramadan, out of respect for the fasting-crazed, weakened and moody populace? I find that simply wonderful.
All those Islamic events are such male-posturing insensitive guff. If they had any female soul, (and they do, but squelsh it in street fighting) there would be some sense of love and consideration in their celebrating.
You're so full of balls. Are you aware of how much you're making this shit up? I am.
PS-For bonus points (or at least a shot at redemption), name an American holiday with "female soul". 303 view(s)
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