October, 2004

OPEN MIC ENCORE I 

OPEN MIC ENCORE II

Autumn
Benjamin Tamboer 
When the yellow dress of Summer
Is replaced by Autumn's raincoat
It's the rolling rhythm of a drummer
On whose beat the colored leaves float
 
They're like dancers, from left to right
In their head kewl mega dope bytes
See their feet move, sleek and spicy
Empty, their eyes, cold and icy
 
These crowds don't see their hissing foe
Filling their blind minds with its woe
With cold and dark and emptiness
With crop shorted souls, raw distress
 
Until they're down in Autumn's soil
And wake, so drenched in Autumn's coil
Their dreamy hopes burked in the clouds
Their petty lives covered with shrouds
 
That's Autumn who turns green tops red
The sly fall that turns good moods bad
Its prime sprouts colors on our way
That soon will fly, dissolve in grey
 
Gone with the birds, they're all due south
The bare land left with open mouth
That breathes in rain and storm and chill
That's when we bend for Autumn's will
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Across a calm lake
Towing a wedge of ripples
One green-headed duck.

David Richardson

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fresh spices
under her kitchen window
she waters the garden

on her patio
pottery with lavender
a pleasant smell

reading Shiki
dangling roses
around her

cold white wine
on a shady spot
inner peace

thoughts and feelings
thinking about drinking
a lax writer

Geert Verbeke 

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FLU BLUES
Jerome Arthur Barnes

The nose, it flows
and blows then glows.
Brain floating, head bloating.
Eyes sore. What more?
Bones ache, knees shake,
legs weak, joints creak.
Stomach hurts, contents spurt,
in a heave it all leaves.
Medicine gone, so long.
Intestine churn, bowels burn,
diarrhea empty leaves yuh.
Oh no, more go!
Bed rest is best;
but fall asleep on toilet seat!
Woe is me, king of Potty.

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Delicate Music, Delicate Minds
Jacob Jones
 
music in a mind
seems fragile to the creator
harsh to create
difficult to live out a note
cut out the chase
create a piece of mind
create peace of mind

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Hey lanky shadow
You too use a walking stick
On this forest path.

David Richardson 

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The air is thick here with the aroma
of roasting coffee, sometimes sweet,
sometimes acrid, but always robust,
always changing, so that my nose
can never quite find a home
to make itself comfortable.
 
So syrupy dense is this atmosphere
that conversations do not dissolve
into a homogenous blend of blandness,
but float, like bits of foam, around the room.
Clumps of thoughts, airy and insubstantial,
yet somehow they complement this concoction.
 
A confection, this cafe,
sugary sweet, and filled with a caffeine
that unseals my creative energy.
I grab a straw and suck up the scene
'til its warmth and flavor satisfy, then
I fill the straw once more,
cap the end with my thumb,
and release its contents upon the page.

Tom Killeen 

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WINTER TREES
by Marcia Schechinger
 
Skeletons of trees crackle and creak
arthritically they bend in unison,
depending how the wind blows
Snow piles high on their limbs like white bouffant hair
Barren branches cry the death of buds
now too darkened to give life
Ice cycles sharp and angular cling down
gripping 'lest a thaw melts them away
The cold makes their limbs weary,
and they tire of the wind
Their company is an occasional visitor
who comes hungry, starving for their flesh
Still on the coldest of days
as the winds howl through their branches
they sustain their beauty
As we admire them through a frosty windowpane
Watching them weave and strain with strength
enduring the elements

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The reunion time
Joyan Jomond
Silent night, holly night
the moon light is on, everything is bright
 
After a while family meets again,
on this event where winter falls like rain
 
Joy and smile around the table
in every home the atmosphere is enjoyable
 
I remember this memorable time
Every time i feel i've crossed the red line
 
then my sorrow gone,
i know i'll end this year happy once again

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Hearing the Silence Within
Bill Albright
 
The prairie is an outside home
     the sky its roof
Horizoned walls on all sides
     have no place to hang a clock.
 
Tall grass carpet pads the tracks of
     deer, buffalo, antelope, all
Residential creatures which walk,
     stalk, slither, and fly.
 
Absent partitions enhance clarity
     solitude becomes timeless,
Hearing more acute and everything is clear
     harmonious to a fault.
 
The whisper of the wind to the grasses,
     rustle the creek side cottonwood leaves,
Bird songs, shrill warnings of the hawk,
     signal to the silence with us.
 
When that silence is heard
     we sense our place,
A temporary guest
     in a universal community

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STORMY WEATHER
By David Lee Ward
 
You can hear it then approaching,
You can see it in the sky,
You can smell it in the air,
Stormy weather has arrived!
 
Thunder like war drums loudly playing,
Lightning like fireworks the skies ablazing,
Raindrops are falling like oceans spraying,
Stormy has arrived!
 
Inside the house your amazed at,
How Mother Nature tends to play at,
Showing power in every phase at,
Stormy weather has arrived!
 
The thunder dims in the distance,
The lightning wanes, skies are hazy,
The raindrops stop, oceans lazy,
Stormy weather you survived!

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THE BEACH
BY CATE PRICE
Swept up in the wind is an angry air
It blows across the beach, stinging with its stare
The sand between the toes of little ones soon grows cold
As night approaches, and the sunlight fades, old
Beauty is caught in the beach, at night,
No burning sand, no blinding light
One is free to stretch on the sand below
And let the moonlight enhance one's soul
But, snared in a tree is the angry air
With its cold, hard glance and its piercing stare
It's enough to chill anyone's bones
But the angry air just blows,
And blows,
And blows.

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THE  DIARY
BY  LIP  SAI  LIN
 
NEVER  WRITTEN  TO  BE  READ
IT  WAS  THE  SECRET  OF  THE  HEART
IF  EVER  IT  WAS  READ
IT  WAS  JUST  A  NEWS  OF  THE  PAST

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Freedom Song
Nancy Nolan Austin
                           
                            Dance on air
                            Fly across sky
                            Glide past midnight
                            Camp in tree
                            Listen to color
                            Catch red as it soars this way
                            Experience new

 

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whoa
wait
what's that we hear
another star
falling to the ground
glittering sparks
marking its place
in the universe
 
hey
can you hear me now
is the signal clear
 
shower
brief and radiant
just like the time
we spent
 
take a picture
it'll make a lasting impression
fixed memory
of how things used to be

christy tate 

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youth
talie zrihen
i wish i was youth
(no really,) I want to be a little kid with not a care in the world
except for my TV., well cartoons mostly
i donít want to know about the wars we caused
the lives we killed
the opportunities we passed
i just want to sit and watch my cartoons
i wish i was a kid
i want to be some 5 yr old running through the sprinkler on a hot summer day
i want to feel the cool water running down my back
instead of the blood shed from all they lives we took
instead of money sliding down my back as its washed away into the drain
i just want a sprinkler to play in
i want to be an infant
not one damn thought running through my head except...change me, feed me, put me to sleep
i want to sleep the days, months, hours, years, by like it was one long day
i want to eat my processed food
instead of processing hate and racism
i want to sit on the top of my own castle, built by me
instead of one built by another (that i just happened to take)
i want my diapers changed and thrown away
cause i donít want shit on me
i want to be a baby in a carriage
but what i really want
is for the madness to stop
to feel free as i walk down a street that doesnít belong to me
i want the youth not to know what danger we caused for there future
i want to know what the future holds for my children and thereís
i want our kids to feel like they can still dream
and be what their imagination says they can be
i want our infants to be thought from day one
that this is not ok
that blood shed is not ok
that controlling something thatís not thereís is not ok
that THIS is not ok
our country is not ok
we are not ok
but our youth
we have so much ahead for our youth
lets just hope that they can help us more then we can

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The Ballad Of Billy The Kid        
By Randy Lane
 
 Billy was an outlaw who traveled down the trail
      with his six guns ablazin' as he rode strait into hell
 The purple sage mountains outlined the western town 
      where fate had been followin' like a shadow on the ground
 The marshal sat there waitin' that hot and hellish night
      a warrant for Billy just achin' for a fight
 So Judas told the marshal he sleeps across the way
      without his six guns handy and on a bed there he laid
 Well the night had exploded with gunfire in the air
      and as he awaken you could hear Billy swear  
 Marshal take your guns and ride out of town
      lets put an end to this a bullet cuts him down
 Marshal take your guns and ride out of town
      lets put an end to this Billy tumbles to the ground
 Billy was an outlaw who traveled down the trail
      with his six guns ablazin' as he rode strait into HELL

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NIGHT ATTACK
Gary Tiani

 

In the night air I stalk.
The cities defenses down,
My confidence high
--airborne and searching.
 
My guidance systems humming,
Their technology sleeping,
I fly through their defenses
Searching quietly, undetected.
 
Passing by radar without a blip
Following the heat left by their living city
Zeroing in on faint traces left in the air
By my still unsuspecting foe.
 
The target spotted,
I move in for the kill.
My victim falls easy prey
To this stealth bomber.
 
With glory mine, I fly silently away
A victorious
Now satiated
Mosquito.

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Why is time such a precious commodity
Is it because thereís finite supply a for everybody
The secondís tick by and death draws nearer
And this thing called life gets a little bit clearer
See every person says they would never sell there soul
Your souls is made up from the memories it holds
When u are done with life what will uír soul derive 
Just a remembrance of working form nine to five?
The time u spend with your family and the ones u love
Should be remembered and cherished far above
Whatever it is u do with the rest of your time
But I want u to know why I designed this rhyme
My only porous was to make u realize
Your selling your soul one hour at a time

Jeremiah

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FINALLY FOUND THE WORDS
stephen ives

So you want a poem?
 
You want me to open a vein and spill my life upon the page?
 
You want me to take this pen and use its sharpened point to spill my guts all over the table so you, the vulture, the English student can pick through them for the interesting metaphors?
 
I will never write for you.
 
You, brain-dead race of thugs who have beaten me down into the dust and laughed at me, too tired to rise again for the hundredth time so you can exercise your fists against my body, you want me now to write about the world, about my feelings? About how my high horse was lamed, its hamstrings slashed by you, my waiting audience.
 
I will never write for you.
 
I write for your victims. The universe cowers in fear behind the fruits of my imagination staring at you! You waste whatever you can find; you use, abuse and finally walk away when the once proud casualty of your interest lays twitching and weeping before you. The world is turning to shit in your palms and you blame everything but yourselves.
 
You have slashed your motherís throat so you can make a pound or two and for a few more I could watch you bathe in the stream of her blood.
 
All the flocks and herds and colonies look on in pity at your pseudo superiority which causes you to think yourself better than any species who decides not to saw off the branch on which they are resting.
 
I will never write for you.
 
I will write in sympathy for everything that ever has or ever will come into contact with the human race! The plague the virus the suicidal juggernaut that barrels through eternity and causes time and life and joy to leap out of the way or be smashed beneath the cog wheels of industry and the claws of the fat hording dragon of capitalism.
 
No I will never write for you. I will never forgive you. For what you have done, for what you are doing.
 
I cannot stand to see my reflection in the mirror. I am the tortured on the rack and my tormentor, a duplicate of me stands sneering. I am human and I hate myself for it. I am strapped to the front of the chariot of death and I want to get off.
 
This race that holds me prisoner with bonds of flesh will never change. I see the candle in the distance but the human moth carries on attracted by the colour of gold.
 
I will never write a poem for you. I send this out with all my being to any who care to learn about my race so that they safely can step aside and feel the hurricane force of our passing on a journey into ultimate destruction.
 
Keep away. Keep far from us as all we see we will destroy even past the point where we stand lonely in the dark.

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Divine Write
Jaime Knox  
Life is great,
Life is fine,
What is my fate,
Is it divine?
Intervention that is,
or so I read,
It's a place few go,
It's all in your head.
Your brain, I say.
It's how one shall think,
That paves the way,
For the cerebral ink.
To hit the pad,
To mark our say.
It's what we've had,
To learn our way.
Life is great,
Life is fine.
What is my fate,
It is divine.

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ODE TO THE SEA
Katrina Benson  
If I fall into your waves
of secrets of man and flesh,
it would not be to the tide which saves.
Mine would not be the fate of Gilgamesh.

You've touched many shores,
witnessed many times,
diluted the blood of countless wars,
and welcomed the ashes for whom the bell chimes. 

For to know what you hide
is to among the gods reside,
unleashing the imminent crimson tide
that tells the tale of peace and how it died.

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MY COUNTRY MY COUNTRY
HELLER
P POVERTY IS NOT A PROBLEM
I IMPROVEMENT IS LAST
N NO
A ARRASSMENT
S SO HELP US GOD

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Sky Poem
Sue Silver
Oh vast heavy sky!
you have thundered my heart here,
with your too loud voice.

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Paw in the bottle
ADETAYO TELUWO.
 
Sweet brown tasty nuts lay in the bottle.
Real fresh and very mouth-watering.
The king of the arboreal dynasty is so jumpy.
Sight of the nuts running him itchy.
Can't just wait to devour the poor nuts.
Hyper-actively anxious, its paw is dipped in the bottle.
What goes in and never comes out?
Major food for thought!
The paw stays stuck, fingering the nuts.
At times, the cake's had and eaten.
The lustful greed sends the paw further down.
How the monkey longs to taste these nuts!
He now owns the bottle and the nuts therein.
The paw ain't his any longer.
Rewarded after much patience;
the hunter steps out of hiding.
One more greedy monkey to his agelong catch.
Generation upon generation, into captivity.
Lustful greed sends monkeys into.
They still never get to learn.
Its blinding, watch it though, it just mightn't be gold.

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IN A FIELD
Randy Keith Hill
 
chewing, contentedly
dull-eyed, docile
quietly ignorant
of impending fate
 
shoulder to shoulder
head and antlers above
with a muscle-twitching
perfect paranoia
there are deer
among the cattle
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I And The Moon Walked
Bill Albright
 
The moon came to walk with me
It glowed full to make this pairing be
Stride for stride to where even I must go
No matter who I may be, walking fast or slow
 
To a place destined to become the consequence
Of those who preceded in deference
To fates unknown, a journey I must keep
Beyond the horizon where the sun and I shall sleep.
 
Life, once a daily drama, encores to memory
More clearly viewed than what my eyes did ever see
Each step on the path made bright,
Darkness cleared from my mind by the light
Loaned, as is life, all this thoroughly revealed
When the moon came to walk with me.

 

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medieval times started
when rome's empire fell
inflation and the loss of values
the taxes raised and the emperor
made his army fight against each
other for his entertainment

emily sappington

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COMPLIANCE OF SCIENCE
peter mcgann

FEELING SO FULL I NEED TO BE RELIEVED STOP SHOP AROUND THE CORNER

HEAD BOWED DOWN DONíT RECOGNIZE ME TAP ON THE DOOR HURRY UP PLEASE

FEEL EYES BURNING INTO MY HEAD READ MY MIND AS IF

DRESSING GOWN ON HALF A FACE

LOOKS ARE IMPORTANT WHEN THERE'S A PRICE TO PAY

EMBARRASSED TO REFUSE PROCEED TO PAY I NEED A TOILET NERVOUSLY FULL

NEED TO BE RELIEVED STENCH WET HANDS NO PERSONAL TOUCH KEEP YOUR DISTANCE DONíT ALLOW HUMAN TOUCH THE RESTAURANT IS DINGY DARK AND DAMP SIT AT THE TABLE COMPLIANCE MENU REQUESTED MAIN COURSE DENIED

IíLL HAVE STARTERS AND DESSERT USUAL PRICE TASTES SO NICE SO VERY SWEET

PANGS OF GUILT WONT SPOIL MY MEAL START TO FEEL SICK I QUICKLY FINISH MY DESSERT WHAT WAS SO HOT NOW SEEMS SO VERY COLD .JUICES THAT WERE USUALLY

WET ARE NOW DRY AS A BONE.WIPE AWAY THE FOOD THAT SPILT ON YOU CLEAN UP THE TABLE I HAVE A NEW CUSTOMER DUE.TISSUES DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A TRACE.

THE DOOR IS HALF OPENED SEE YOU SOON HEAD BOWED DOWN DONíT LOOK AT ME

THE PLACARD AROUND MY NECK SAYS THIS LITTLE PIGGY HAS BEEN FED AND WENT

WEE WEE WEE ALL THE WAY HOME

 

 

There is more at OPEN MIC ENCORE I 

and at  OPEN MIC ENCORE II

 

 

 

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