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The Shakespeare Man

Posted by DE Navarro on September 8, 2016 at 5:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Hope I'm posting this in the right place.

The Shakespeare Man

 

Alas my friend perchance that we should see
the twilight, Oh, the end of verse in rhyme,

or ever we should suffer such a fate
become the endless slaves of ever-time.


'Twill be such time I roll within the grave,
for long I've slept and such a day I've feared
return me Power—let me live anew,
so all the world again will be Shakespeared.


Within my bardic spell they shall be caught
I'll end this shame most singlehandedly
and waken them to slamming as I ought
an open mic for old grandstanding me.


Yo, yo, listen up now, the Bard is in the House:


I'm the Shakespeare man from a different century
and I got a lot of meter and a lot of history,
I wrote so many sonnets and I wrote so many plays,
they gave me credit for some shit, who wrote that anyways?
But I don't care I'm all in it, I do things my own style,
and if you listen up to me I'll make it worth your while;
you think you have the corner on profuse profanity,
I think I'll call the coroner, you abuse insanity.
I mouth off with the very best that ain't no fuckin' lie,
I'll put you shitheads all to rest, and make you whine and cry.
I'm the Shakespeare Man, the edge is mine, I claimed it years ago,
you have no mother fuckin' clue how radical I go—


—shift with me now—


I wrote the book on radicality
perplexed society in this locality
with impropriety of profuse verbality
old world variety; new age reality
spurn papal piety in dark mentality
my vanity's insanity has got the best of me.


So that's what I'm sayin' now and I ain't fuckin' messin',
I'm the old world bard with a new world slammin' lesson,
I'm not sorry that you'll never be as great as me don't pout,
I'm the Shakespeare man, I'm here to stay, be good, ya'll,
peace out!

 



©2015 DE Navarro and NavWorks Press

 

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Haven't really refined this yet, I'm sure I'll tweak some things.

 


Freedom

Posted by Tammy Hendrix on August 17, 2016 at 12:40 AM Comments comments (0)

I found a flicker weary
Fading in dusky solitude
Beaten over in persecutions
Damned through self-flagellation


Carrying burdens that don’t belong
Bruised by those who would use
Betrayed time and time again
Tormented and terrorized


Standing reserved, an observer
Untouched still, depravity lost
Kept for a higher purpose
Here to love, to be treasured


I found a flame wild
Blazing in moonlights glow
Released of encumbrances
Freed through self-love

untitled

Posted by Bsklgn on August 4, 2016 at 2:35 AM Comments comments (1)

Through smog and smoke

Past the bleeding oak

Beneath a misty cloak

Is where she did choke


I found her upon the grass

Her eyes shown like frosted glass

Her limp body, forgotten brass

Who could do this to such a lass?


Whispers came from the wood

I crept closer than I should

In the distance a tall man stood

His face obscurred by a hood


And with a shout he ran away

Farther and farther from his prey

I called for him to stop and stay

But he seemed to vanish at break of day


A sad misfortune out girl lies dead

Even worse her killer fled

All through town tears were shed

We must ne weary where we tread 

Bloody Monday

Posted by Bsklgn on August 4, 2016 at 1:30 AM Comments comments (1)

Black Monday, Bloody Monday

A rain of liquid pain

Drowning me, saving me

Long forgotten tears


Beat the man into the dust

Pay for his sins;

Greed, Envy, Lust


Treason against your family

Traitor to your son

The lies begin to unfold now

You should start to run


Drugs hit now; Faster, Harder

Blood pools in the street

When I catch you, Ill grind your bones

And pulverize your meat 

I Will Walk on the Earth

Posted by Cutter on July 23, 2016 at 2:15 PM Comments comments (1)

I will walk on the Earth,

my shoes left somewhere far behind me,

toes curled in the grass, sand, dirt,

cool in clear waters, caked in mud,

marked by the miles passed,

I will walk on the Earth,

unfettered by strangling convention,

unbound and laughing

with the wind…

~

I will pass by the fences,

through gates, barred doors, over borders,

marked with signs, sigils, warnings,

climbing walls that interrupt the sight,

of the horizon that is my right,

pass by your checkpoints,

without asking your grace, your leave,

for you shall not, can not,

own one handful of Earth…

~

I will swim in the ocean,

unguarded, unguided, unregulated, alive

on the swell without hesitation,

diving to gather shells, stones, to feel

my lungs, warm with summer air,

pulling me upward

into the mad grace of afternoon,

the sky, impossibly blue,

filled with cloud beasts…

~

I will talk to the children,

learning their language and sharing it,

with the old men and old women

who offer me stories, their memories

treated like great treasures,

hidden away to be given,

only to the worthy who will carry them,

to someplace else, to plant.

~

I will defy your conventions,

at every turn, unabashedly myself,

I will create art with the red light

of your scorn, and the startling green

of your obsessive jealousy,

I will write verses, songs,

that your children will sing in the night,

while you insist on sleeping.

~

I was shaken by the mad beauty

of this exquisite June morning, I rose,

burning from within, aflame,

with the passion of all the days that I slept,

crackling on my skin, I shone,

I could barely breathe deeply enough

to honor how alive I was, how gigantic,

my soul felt, after so long…

So I will go for now,

I will walk on the Earth…

.

.

.

2016 Cutter Murdoch

 

I Can Find

Posted by PeteK on May 26, 2016 at 11:15 PM Comments comments (0)

I'm gonna fly with any gangster I can find

Soon

and you'll be home if the home hasn't been taken

or we'll be somewhere safe

among those who put

the gantry back in motion

 

Bad asses every one of us

never setting our coordinates

We promised to write about every artiste we meet

We are islanders, my brother, from the sky and the sea, from rum and blow we’re envy in God's eye

from Waikiki

to Roatan, Manhattan to Cuba

We are Dominicano, Taino, Carib, and Haitian

 

They want our heads hanging from a bowsprit

like a forgotten generation.

like a forgotten sacrifice

Reach for redemption,

this is your wakening

Rise yourself, get up

go fly

with any gangster you can find

Wind Until Dust

Posted by PeteK on May 26, 2016 at 11:15 PM Comments comments (0)

I couldn't see past that cloud,

that dust storm―underneath it there was nothing

I could call my own. Whatever was there was for others.

When the dust came, the obliteration

was the only vision of home I had―of nothing owned,

of nothing abandoned.

After all, those are the things which measure a life.

 

The One Man Show was salient,

but I'm so tired now―that show can go dark,

still, it was okay to have been so unfledged.

You can have a smoke and just smile.

I couldn't have come up with another wisecrack for anything

and I can't muster up another tomorrow’s laugh.

It was a long running act. Longer than was merited

and longer than impersonators like me get.

 

The dust storm. I failed to live it and it leaves me

in the middle of an unclean and ashy ritual, a face marked

by every dirty choice, every polluted thought,

every messy letdown of connection. So it wasn't even necessary

to see through the storm.

Underneath is where living

has been neither

worth seeing, nor hearing,

nor there for us to know its breadth.

To lie in a gust of wind until dust is the last.

 

Untitled

Posted by Bsklgn on May 10, 2016 at 10:40 PM Comments comments (0)

I wish that hell would open

So I could see your pretty face

But I wander here alone

And I'll leave without a trace


 

If I could see you one last time

If I could know that you were fine

I could die happy knowing

That you're still alive


 

I wish that hell would open

You could gaze down from above

From your place up there in heaven

And know that it's you I love


 

Because each day that goes by

Without your pretty face

Is not a day worth living

Not without your grace


 

I wish that hell would open

I could crawl right out this hole

I could reach into your heaven

And I'd never let you go

 

Flowers

Posted by Bsklgn on April 30, 2016 at 1:05 AM Comments comments (0)

Flowers

Petals blowing in the wind

New life grows

From ashen lands and broken dreams

Sprouting from my grave

I rise to meet the spring

Missing Our Omelet Mornings

Posted by PeteK on April 12, 2016 at 12:35 AM Comments comments (0)

I have a jones so sharp

that only you can stop this appetite that deceives me

 


Who am I now apart from you. What have I done?

I throw my fool Self before you but I do it

like an August hurricane.


 

I'll take you on, I'll take us both to the Greek island Anthemoessa

because I'm the Siren and Circe. And I'll laugh and riff about how I

ran you aground. And you'll call me a goof

 


because you know better.

This was your song all along.


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