Category: poem
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Challenge Poem #54
poetry, says the professor, is always a conversationalwaysas with most conversations, it is oftenand predominantlyone-sided what you must decide, as a poet – shouldyou decide to join the honored, infamous ranks –is how much and what end of the conversationyou write and in what or whose voice . . .and with whom is the conversation?the…
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Challenge Poem #53
I get itchyif I go too longwithoutwritingas though . . .the world can’t revolvesans wobbleuntil I spill wordsinto lines . . . no matterhow unbalancedor unartisticperhaps this is someancestral ritualmy dna demandsperhapsit is madnessor addiction dm pitchford 12/24/23
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challenge poem 49: Hypomania
it wasn’t your hypomania per senor your insane neediness for ego feedego greed, ohmygod,I understand need, I do so understandit was your toxic narcissismtaking without giving, taking and givingpoison for potionit was your pushing of buttonsafter I restrained my own toxic naturelearning to love as I learned of hateanger displaced upon one not guiltyit was…
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challenge poem 39
this may be hard for some to understand;though it seems, it is not suicidalideation: there is sometimes with mean urge, a strong impulsiveness, to die,not for the sake of forsaking life, no!but because curiosity and longingpull me toward that which comes after lifehas gone its course – much, yes, because this lifehas shit itself and…
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poem 40
it’s undiscovered I seek, and unwritten;yet over decades have I learned certainpatience. Life is not forever. O, gods,no! life is far too temporary! weare born to trauma and to traumaebb and flow – and yet, oh yes, and yet! Lifeand wonder and love and joy and pleasurefill our horizons like gardens, orchardsof plenty between seasons…
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poem 38
in the fever dream I am time-blindwandering from confusion to disappointmentis this my reality? I begeither confirmation or denialyet none has grace to answer! though judgementthey have in every shade and tenor. whatsentence they pass, I remain unawaredespite the dreamscape changing horizonsfrom ashen-dead skies to that peculiar tintof blue true to Kentucky indifferencejust before the…
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Challenge Poem #37 Dico! Ergo sum!
I fucking said it, therefore I fucking am!I exist because my voice calls out. Shoutthat you are! Oh, my people, my loves, myglorious friends, call out! The stars long foryour song, that sweet timbre of your yawpingscream of life! let no day pass without yousing to your own soul and that nearest you!whisper if it…
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Winter Walk: challenge poem #35
must be a dry landwhen right as rain means good I’m a wandering pilgrimwalking wildernesses bright as hellwinter rain feeling wrong as sinjudged by loss and stung by deathstagger through this barren monthfiery as arctic auroras in search of a new flowerto gift my morning-eyed loverand salve her shattered heartwhere we spread the ashesof our…
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For C: Challenge Poem 33
at the end of that summerwe went to Chicagodrove up from Springfieldin your olive Ford Probestayed at the Carpenter House Hiltonif you’re a poet in Illinois, you told me,you have to do open-mic at the Green MillI did not read, but Mark Smithleft me a great appreciationfor Carl Sandberg, reciting from roteThe Right to Griefeven…
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