Poetry!

[Hudak-Budak]

The last incarnation of the poetry thread seemed to be pretty popular on here, so I figured I'd start a new one. I haven't been writing as much as I used to, but maybe this will get me in the mood again. Post your own or others' poetry. I'll start this off with basically the only thing I've written since I last posted here.

Introduction/I Am the Poet

I am the poet!
I will exhaust you, pulling you blind with sun in your eye
as I hold your sweaty hand,
careful not to let you slip but making sure your grip
is never complacent.

I am the poet,
he who speaks to generations,
words on paper to be treated as
guns in the hands of children.

I am the poet!
Broken universes collide
at the tip of my pen in scribbled lines,
men fighting for the power
of the apocalypse laureate.

I am the poet,
the word criminal and purveyor
of that black on white crime
of ink on paper,
a crime committed to memory
and rehearsed at every opportunity,
a hate crime against the barren mind.

I am the poet!
My mind cums on napkins and notebooks,
legal pads and scraps of paper,
sticky thoughts illuminated under black lights
on black nights alone in a bedroom.

I am the poet
and words flow under the door
like a light through cracks and depths
to make scurry unnamed species
seldom seen.

I am the poet,
dear reader.
I speak to your children's children's children,
read by them in volumes
quoted as the words of the ancients of different eras,
different times and time again.

[ryangibson]

That might be one of my favorite things you have written. That or the cigarette one.

[Hudak-Budak]

Thank you, sir. Perhaps I will repost the cigarette poem one day.

[sunshower]

I like LA Porch the best. However, that may be a slightly biased opinion. ;)

[DBTpig5]

Ryan I'm always a fan of your work, I haven't gotten to see any of it in a long time but its nice to see it now....

[DBTpig5]

Of course if none of you remember me posting poems on ants I write to speak the spoken word so of course this is really to be heard not to be read but enjoy instead.


My spokenword is only a concentrated thought
You hear it as poetry but do you really hear it as my thoughts
Do you just hear the words or do you just bob your head to the beat?
Do you even listen with your mind?
Or just hear the words that stand free
Alone, by itself, Sometimes we have to be free
Masturbation of brain cells and memories is the conception of my message
My image may not display my conscience
But my word is not from deception
My protection is to lash back with my tongue but when I speak with my mind
I’m protecting the pain I’m spitting from
So do not judge me from the visual that stands
Understand that there’s a life that lived that raised this man
I stand before you with my word of trust
And a message with my spoken word, understand you must
Cause before I can speak to you on my thoughts of beauty
Of this life, this earth, I try to make you see
Before I can truly get poetic
I explain my reasons of my word
I pray you get it
From the simple words of as precious as the day
Listen to me as a person not just from what I say
Poetry
My whole circumference is far from complete
I search for myself and myself is in search for me