OPEN MIC ENCORE II
June 6, 2004
"...THIS IS NOT HAMBURG..."
(And We Are Not Hamburgers!!!) an epigram.
In the courts
the issue is,
who is the wiener
who is the wienie.
Dee Anna Allen
Who are you?
I dream about you every night,
I wake and you are within my sight,
And yet I cannot see you,
My heart won’t let me,
Find the strength,
To see who you are,
And where our future lies,
Is life really real?
Or is it just a dream?
A preconceived notion,
By those who continue to dream,
Is love really real?
Do you even know?
If love is living,
And living is dreaming,
Then we dream to love,
And we love to live,
And in the end,
If we do not love, then we do not dream,
And if we do not dream, then we do not live.
He Died In Chains
Billy Jon Hope
Death becomes messiah
as he chokes on life
And as we grovel to breathe
death melts his chains
Why do we curse his death?
So he sweated gold in life
Diamond scented dreams
Caviar addicted excesses
But did u glare from his eyes?
You were the enemy
Mr jones Mrs Jones flying the Mercedes
You were the enemy
flaming his fear
of losing face, of mystery, of love
He died in chains
shackled to songs of swine
cocooned by regret
If only he had wept
with irrational fever
To kiss love
for the joy of love
sighing like butterflies
orgasmic in starlight
celebration of life
He sank in chains
blistered with greed
adrenalized for wreckage
Indeed he withered in chains
The Cold carelessly passes by—
The nighttime Vigil moves un-erred—
Under the Leaves in careful calm—
The Night proceeds with flawless Peace.
A Richard Brautigan like poem
If only you knew what that spoon was just used for
you wouldn't use it to spread peanutbutter-
Oh well, too late now.
PJ Nestor (Who learned all about writing from Brautigan ) Long live
Good Morning Vietnam
By Eric Bryan Seuthe II
The trumpets play.
The devil sways.
As the feet of many pray.
Buy in the day.
The clothes will fray.
And all of it will end in May.
The Beach (Haiku)
Sand, small coarse and brown
That's why we go all year round
To find happiness.
Have you ever tasted the kisses of the sun?
Have you ever felt the pain of a torn heart?
Have you ever tasted the kisses of the rain?
Have you ever felt the pain of broken bones?
Have you ever gazed at the brilliance of the moon?
Have you ever heard the moon talk to the stars?
Have you ever gazed at the radiance of the sun?
Have you ever seen the sun cry rays of light?
Have you ever smiled during depression?
Have you ever frowned during exultation?
Have you ever listened to a shooting star?
Have you ever listened to the heartbeat of a bird?
Sometimes we ignore the simple things
Then we wonder why our childhood ends so soon
Next time imagine someone skipping you
Take a minute to notice the sun and the moon
Let's take a moment a time
a second minute , by and by
let it be that special moment
we cherish all the time
let it never go away
to a place were we can't say
hold on tightly to these memories.
life is sweet yet so unkind
we may part yet in a while
let's put a smile on every heart
we meet all days of our lives
giving not taking
building not breaking
hold on tightly
to these memories.
The darkness has fallen
Can’t find my way out
I’ve been callin
And I shout
But no ones there
I need to be saved
I need to have air
I feel like I am enslaved
I can’t stand it
I start giving up
I start having a fit
Start seeing a cup
I see a light
I stand up to see
It’s really bright
I am finally free.
What is the sense in it all?
When you’re exposed and in full view
Others can see skin;
I can see your elusive heart.
It has nothing more to say
The mind is not quiet
Explosive and yet constructive
A world full of so many fake;
There is nowhere to turn
You notice another glaring back!
Lost again in the current.
Faces with varied expressions…
ONE WORLD ORDER
an epigram by joe r. taylor
strains at the confines
What Its Like Being Me
Coral L Boughner
what its like to be me.
i wake up every morning wishing to be free.
free from being fat everyday.
i see thin and beautiful people all around.
why can't i be like them in stead of a clown.
when people look at me they laugh and point.
but what they don't know is being me is like living in the joint.
i wanna be happy yes that true.
i've tried diets and health foods til i was blue.
but none of it worked out very well.
no matter what i did i fell.
Now i face a new problem o lord.
I might lose my place to live because i owe money to my Landlord.
I have no one to help me because everyone is poor.
I'm gonna have to sleep shortly on someones floor.
When you read this Poem please take it to heart.
Because everything i say is true its really happening to me.
Brian D. Guth
The rain makes me sad,
I wish for sun and clouds,
Oh to nap all day!
The willow weeps for the lovers
Lost in their happiness
Partaking of each other
Unaware of the heartache yet to come
The willow weeps for the children
Trying to be adults at ten
So unaware of the security that surrounds them
And the pain that lies ahead
The willow weeps for the teenage mother
Who will struggle daily
To care for her child
Without harboring regret of lost youth
The willow weeps for the elderly
Who sit alone staring out the window
Waiting for the family they raised
That never comes to show appreciation for life given to them
Looking at the dark sky
Glancing at the stars
I sit by the window
Overhauling the chasm in my heart
How’s a ‘Perfect Human’ supposed to be?
--Is the cardinal question within
Why isn’t anyone ever contented?
Why do people always complain?
I tried to be perfect
But some said I was inane,
Others said I was pretentious
Alas! None saw the real me.
No matter what I do, how much I love
Hefty chunk of it gotta be bust
Will anyone ever love me for what I am?
A voice whispered within “serious doubts!”
Tried to solve the tussle within
But neither the brain helped nor the stars
There I was again, like always!
With a query unanswered.
TO AMERICA'S SECOND LARGEST STATUE
Tall in Birmingham,
Vulcan's buttocks face the South -
love is such a simple word
throwin around without a thought
some people even think
that love can be bought
yet when it comes down to the actual thing
we never seem to see
without the special love in our lives
we will never be free
your in a prison can't get out
been there for so long
that when it finally comes for you
you don't see it till it's gone
don't forget you can be deceived
to believing it's really there
it takes you for all your worth
then leaves without a care
so think of this when your in love
make sure it's for real
because when it finally comes for you
be absurd it's a very great deal
Religious addictions, social afflictions
Still thrive unto this day
Enter Churches, Confessional cubicles
Pretentious piousness boldly on display!
Attend 'High Mass' Sundays', should be
A fun day, Mondays' feeling deprived
Come Tuesday, Wednesday's a pub day
Thursdays they swear at their mates!
Friday's a fish, but no meat day
Temptation sets in and they yield...
Saturday means boozing at nightclubs
Behaving badly and playing the field!
Arrive fearfilled Sunday
That disturbing sermon which all dread
And nowhere to hide in the world!
Indiscretions tallied of previous week
Down in workplace, at home or in school
Where they'll habitually lie and cheat
But here THE JUDGE rules; deliver THE LAW!
And where obedient angels turn up the HEAT!
As we dream of languid blue seas
Time manipulates symphonies of
Whispering winter-white forests
Still, in an eternity of delirious moments
THE PIN-EYED LOVER'S LOSS
by Adam Weldon Johnson
Is this the end?
Am i loosing you?
The window into which i look
Has been tainted by the pin-eyed you
Turn back, be sober
That is what i would tell you
But now it is too late
For i have lost the lover i once knew
For once i am sorry, i never stopped it
Taking over every part, leaving none to the Mortals
You were still mortal
Slowly passing over the fringe
I say my last words and hope they make it
Because, as you lay on the floor
I know that from this glazed-eye stance
You will lift
Briefly discovering that we're nothing at all,
Knowing that someday we'll start to fall,
Gasping for air
Things we cant bare,
Someday we'll fall,
And there's nothing we can do at all
BY LIP SAI LIN
INSPIRATIONS COME WITHIN
CHANGING SKY'S COLOURS
NON-MUSIC DANCING OF THE LEAVES
THE PURSUING SUN'S MOTIVE
THE HEARTHINESS KISS OF THE GRASS'S SEEDS
ON MY PANTS
MAN'S EVERCHANGING STRANGE BEHAVIOUR
THE TAMING OF THE WILD ANIMALS
AND THE IMBEDDING OF A STRANGE
INTEREST IN MY HEART
Crazed and lazed, now, by the haze of these days that I’ve spent
contemplating the ways that the rays lay on this stage of staged plays played.
Written, but not rehearsed, are these words dispersed in verse,
involuntarily perverse and traversed from birth to hearse.
Infectious hatred from flagrant speculation has led to the annihilation
of peace between races, segregation and premeditated displacement.
The lack of fortitude constituted by that which we all look to for
restitution has been dissected and resurrected to reflect in a reflection of
To rid our selves of this plague we must translate rather than
indoctrinate, implicate rather than manipulate, stimulate and resonate rather
than regurgitating this foul deprivation of morality that has been lingering
throughout our history, our homes and maintaining to sustain the staining of
She seems to look right through you,
As if you were transparent,
Only she knows why.
She'll make herself hate,
Just makes it easier to say good-by,
She'll close off the world,
When she can't find a reason to try.
She guards her heart,
Maybe to well,
But it saves her from the hell.
Walks into the night,
Where no-one seems to care,
She just wishes she could find something out there.
She needs someone to trust,
Someone to love her,
Someone to hold her when she crys,
Just someone to understand why.
BE THERE FOR YOU.
Its all about u
and everything you do
my names ellen
people call me melon
man u no i love u
just like i do kung fu
im always on the pill
im forever paying the bill
my love for you ain't through
like the tooth to the gum
like your pants to ur bum
i'll always be there for u.
My spark of light,
it must become a flame.
breath on me, breath of god,
it is my aim
to calmly tend
this light within and
make it burn up brightly.
the air that nourishes my tender glow-
its love! it quickens me.
my light shall grow.
i am given strength to love all people
and do things rightly.
A bittersweet day
Can make you smile or frown,
Or bring you up or push you down.
A bittersweet day,
Can seem like the end.
You could become or betray a friend.
A bittersweet day
Is unlike the rest.
A bittersweet day is one of the best.
By: Amber Michelle Wedge
It's not that I hate you,
it's just that i care,
and being with you is like taking a dare.
a step that i am not ready to take,
for i fear that it will cause a heart to break.
Strong feelings for you,
knowing what I have to do,
for i am falling deeper in love with you.
Scared to take another step,
scared to go that extra depth,
wondering what is going to happen next.
I want you to know,
that I still care,
and even with obstacles,
I will conquer this dare.
Raymond M Dickson
Maiden Cybil's standing on a tree limb
stretched above thunder mountain,
waiting for the falling tides.
She has two bizarre galaxies
piercing both of her eyes.
When those sour worlds collide
all of her sanity runs free.
Oh how I wish she may,
I know she just might
spring from the daylight,
going to steal away the night
without her hideous sight.
The cat in the hat pointy pat pooh
Rat-tat Rattail Ararat
Empoisoned bustard decreed the King
Bastardies the grebe under roomette the parallax
Nee roe Slue
Sleeping on that rainy night
Many nights ago
My dad creaked up the stairs
Shaking off my slumber
He led me down the flight
Eager to show me something
That something I couldn’t tell
Then there they were
Looming dinosaurs on the glow
Of the television
Roaring and raging
On that rainy night with my Dad
Sitting on the couch
Watching with fear and excitement
That rainy night
My fears comforted
By the offering of pizza
From my dad
Daniel Caissy May 2004
I've been thinking of her lately,
there's so many things on my mind.
I never thought she'd get into me,
I'm a lion and she's one of a kind.
I peel for her.
I've been searching for something,
anything that will make me heal.
She's always kneeling down praying,
I'm a lion and she's so surreal.
I lie for her.
I always wake up alone without her,
she's always hiding in the shade.
Maybe I should learn to love better,
I'm a lion and she's always afraid.
I wait for her.
What has become of Me
Khanh Mau Nguyen
The sun sets
When my father and mother met
They fell in love
Became two happy doves
Then they had me
Bless it be
They look down and see
What had become of me
They are mad
because I've become sad
Letting the media get to me
They don't down and see
The worst of me
But I am not the same
I'm not caught up w/ the lame
I am now me
As my parents see
The best in me
My family is always there for me
through good times and bad.
They will never let me down whenever I
I will always remember, whenever I feel
sad that my family will always be there
for me to pick me up when I am down.
I could never think of what it would be
without my family, life just wouldn’t
The funny things you remember...
I was wearing my new, green (my favorite
color green at the time) skort.
The one with
spring flowers on it, and a matching
shirt. I even had a cute green
hat. The kind i had been wanting for a long time.
But the perfect outfit couldn't make the
A morning of feeling awful.
Suffering through library ( I didn’t
think the book the librarian was reading would ever end), and school work.
My stomach churning.
I was on fire.
I couldn’t concentrate.
I couldn’t breathe.
Finally I lose it all over my desk.
Natalie saves my hat.
Kerry helps me clean up in the bathroom,
and walks me
down to the office.
Neither of my parents were home.
Moozie was at work.
You were the one there for me.
You came for me.
In your old pick up truck.
It was a special truck.
You came, and helped me into the
And I remember
the sun warming the brown, velvety seats
Looking at the old, outdated radio, the
brown, sun-cracked dashboard.
Looking over at you.
And you know what? You made me
Sitting there in your truck, next to
you. i didn’t feel so awful
You took me to your house, and settled
me in on
the couch. Made sure I was okay,
and then went outside.
I don’t think you knew quite what to
do with me; but it didn’t matter
I knew you cared.
by felicity burke
i can not remember this percif event ,
you have told me enough times before,
the times we got strawberries,
i got cover head to toe ,
like a red strawberry myself,
its strange i don't remember,
But i do know i love strawberries
DONUTS AND BASKETBALLS
BY NICK ELSLAGER
14 MS. GRANT
HEY, IT’S A NICE BASKETBALL.
OOH. A DONUT. WHICH ONE
SHOULD I TAKE?
OH NO EVEN MORE DONUTS ARE THERE.
BUT THERE IS A BASKETBALL TOO.
I’M SO HUNGRY FOR THOSE DONUTS.
THEY SMELL SO GOOD.
BUT BASKETBALLS ARE SO FUN TO PLAY
BUT DONUTS MAKE ME HAPPY.
HHM. WHICH ONE, WHICH ONE.
THE DONUT, NO THE BASKETBALL.
“STEFAN!” I HEAR.
“TIME TO GO.” I HEAR AGAIN.
WHICH ONE, WHICH ONE.
I TELL THE CLERK, “I’LL HAVE EVERY
DONUT YOU HAVE!”
Bob is a Rock
8th grade Age 14 Mrs. Grant
My dog Bob is a Rock.
Nothing can break him.
He gets chips and scratches, but he
never falls apart.
Bob is hardened and tough.
Bob is like molten lava, nothing
stands in his way.
When he cools down he just sits there
in the sun.
He is low to the ground, like a little
Bob is strong and heavy, and he
can’t swim very well.
You can talk and talk to him, and he
will just listen.
Bob is a Rock.
You're like a smoothie
with your spunky burst of flavor.
But at the same time
you are sweet and smooth.
Your icy cold when you need to be
But you refresh & cool us down with your loving advice.
Your fun and sometimes kind of fruity!
But that is part of why you're so loved by everyone.
You have so much in you,
so many ideas, dreams, and views on life,
just like the different ingredients in a smoothie.
They're various colours, shapes and sizes.
I LOVE smoothies.
But I love YOU more!
WHAT A BLESSED DAY !
BY BARBARA ZINNAMON
HOW OUR GOD GRANTS US A BEAUTIFUL AND BLESSED DAY UPON THE EARTH EACH DAY.
THE TREES CANNOT RESPOND, NEITHER CAN THE GRASS NOR THE DIRT SAY THANK YOU
GOD, BUT HOW ALL OF GOD'S PEOPLE THAT HAVE A GOOD AND PERFECT SPEECH, OPEN
OUR MOUTHS AND SAY, OH MY LORD, THANK YOU FOR THIS IS YOUR DAY, THANK YOU
LORD, WHAT A BLESSED DAY. HEAR THE CHIRPING BIRDS, THE SOUND OF THE WIND,
THE CARS DRIVE BY AGAIN AND AGAIN. EVERY DAY JEHOVAH JIREH IS TO BE HIGHLY
PRAISED FOR ALL OF HIS CREATION IS MADE IN A VERY SPECIAL WAY. KNEELING
BEFORE HIS PRESENCE IS A SWEET AND HUMBLE WAY, KNOWING THAT THIS IS PERFECT
FOR A BLESSED AND WHAT A BLESSED DAY. CRIES TO OUR MAJESTY AND ACKNOWLEDGE
WHO WE ARE BECAUSE OF HIM IS A THOUGHT FOR THE DAY FOR YOUR PASTOR TO KNOW.
HE LOVES OUR GOD YOU LOVE OUR GOD WE LOVE OUR GOD OH WHAT A BLESSED DAY. WE
ARE NEARING TO THE END FOR THE TIME IS ALMOST AT HAND. HEAR OUR FATHER'S
HEAVENLY VOICE SAYING MY CHILD YOU ARE IN MY HANDS. I HEARD HIM I HEARD HIM
I HEARD HIM SPEAK !
TO ME. MY GOD MY HEAVENLY FATHER YOU ARE A BLESSING TO ME. OH! WHAT A
BLESSED DAY! I GRANT YOU ALL A VERY GOOD DAY AND BE READY TO MEET OUR GOD.
OH! THIS IS GOING TO BE A BLESSING FOR YOU, REMEMBER. WHAT A BLESSED DAY!
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