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Tumblr Tuesday: Poetry Month
Poetry BombAn annual collaboration with Abrams Books. Submit your poetry and they’ll explode it all over Tumblr via this hugely popular blog. 
Academy of American PoetsEighty years old and 9,000 strong, these are the people that brought you National Poetry Month. April would be useless without them. 
Structure and StyleAmazing poetry, and an amazing place to discuss and critique poetry. Rebecca Hazelwood and Savannah Sipple are your hosts. 
Viper SlangFresh work from poet Scherezade Siobhan, who has a Pushcart Prize nomination and a name that is poetry itself.  
Jay Arr ArrA longtime presence on Tumblr and a friend to every poet, essayist, and novelist on the platform. She even founded a lit journal dedicated to sharing their work. 
GIF via Poetry Bomb

staff:

Tumblr Tuesday: Poetry Month

Poetry Bomb
An annual collaboration with Abrams Books. Submit your poetry and they’ll explode it all over Tumblr via this hugely popular blog. 

Academy of American Poets
Eighty years old and 9,000 strong, these are the people that brought you National Poetry Month. April would be useless without them. 

Structure and Style
Amazing poetry, and an amazing place to discuss and critique poetry. Rebecca Hazelwood and Savannah Sipple are your hosts. 

Viper Slang
Fresh work from poet Scherezade Siobhan, who has a Pushcart Prize nomination and a name that is poetry itself.  

Jay Arr Arr
A longtime presence on Tumblr and a friend to every poet, essayist, and novelist on the platform. She even founded a lit journal dedicated to sharing their work. 

GIF via Poetry Bomb

Gaia ( 8/30 )

Now,

I am called mother.

Born from Chaos,

I birthed peace.


Made love with the sky and created the heavens.

Loved the Sea and made rivers.

Loved Hell and made mountains.


From my earthly flesh sprung my most difficult children.

So obsessed with greatness,

mortals always strive to live forever

Ignorant to the curse immortality brings.


We cannot die,

but we can fade.

Be forgotten.

Our existence,

relies heavily

on belief and faith from my most fleeting children.

I am weak.  

Pussy Monster by Franni Choi

PUSSY MONSTER

from Lil’ Wayne’s “Pussy Monster,” rearranged in order of frequency.

for flu food bowl stood no more soup remove spoon drink juice salt pepper heard well cool job blow bet mic check how don’t have clue but find show tell lift top lip smell swallow spit every time goes get call Dracula vacuum catfish fish cat tuna smack flip spatula lil runnin so tackle baby be worm apple butt go backin front throw black Acura been this game actress told action cameras lookin hope yeah where know rain hurricane imagine did pearl talk jump here hi taste taste what what cold cold suck suck hot hot blew blew there there one one two two still still put put face face reason reason why why mama mama need need stay stay gotta gotta survive survive let let up up throw throw on on words words better better comin comin could could tongue tongue with with over over over out out out she she she eat eat eat feed feed feed walk walk walk got got got wanna wanna wanna make make make make do do do do your your your your just just just just when when when when in in in in if if if if can can can can I’ma I’ma I’ma I’ma it’s it’s it’s it’s I’m I’m I’m I’m alive alive alive alive of of of of of cause cause cause cause cause now now now now now her her her her her I’ll I’ll I’ll I’ll I’ll like like like like like like a a a a a a that that that that that that that that girl girl girl girl girl girl girl girl girl my my my my my my my my my monster monster monster monster monster monster monster monster monster to to to to to to to to to to to to and and and and and and and and and and and and and it it it it it it it it it it it it it me me me me me me me me me me me me me the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy

 

“Now, everything I do, I do because I want to. And I believe the best is yet to come.
-Nikki Giovanni”

Lori Schappell, Conjoined Twin, Addresses the Kmart Cashier Who Eyes Her with Too Much Sympathy by Julianna Baggott from Lizzie Borden in Love


You don’t know the forest

of two minds bound by weeds

grown from one to the other,

the synapses like bees

cross pollinating

our honeyed brain.

When my sister sings,

the bones of my skull are her resonance.


Your mind is a yeast packet,

unbroken, unrisen. Today

how often will you think : Price Check

and each time the thought will stall

with lonesomeness.


Yet you think my sister is a bulky hat

stitched to my head

You, untethered, drift through life.

And we pity

you and the other self

you hide in your throat.

Edward Hopper- ‘Compartment C, Car 193’ ( 7/30 )

She is running,

but she hides it well.

Calm and debonair.

She walks

gracefully

on to the car.

Nothing happened.

She sits,

with the air of grace and wealth.

She has practiced many times.

Elizabeth Lorde.

That is her name now.

Elizabeth Lorde.

Say it like it’s been there for a lifetime.

Nothing happened.

It will look natural.

No one will find out.

She is running

but she hides it well.

 

Ouranophobia or Uranophobia- Fear of heaven ( 6/30 )


If I don’t go to Hell when I die

I might go to Heaven.

But probably not



Heaven,

must have rules and regulations

and standards.

Codes of conduct.

A neighborhood association

telling me how to keep up my cloud.

Angels must be divine police.

God must walk around in all his glory

outshining the sun.

No hunger. No hardships. No problems.

All happy. All the time.

Humans are not built for that,

Suffering is encoded in our DNA.


Heaven,

must have gates

to keep people in.

 

“We write because we believe the human spirit cannot be tamed and should not be trained.
-Nikki Giovanni”

““I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar”

““I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”
-Sylvia Plath”

“"the hunger of this poem is legendary
it has taken in many victims
back off from this poem
it has drawn in yr feet
back off from this poem
it has drawn in yr legs
back off from this poem
it is a greedy mirror
you are into this poem. from
the waist down
nobody can hear you can they?
this poem has had you up to here”
― Ishmael Reed”

(5/30) #napowrimo

The Importance of Things

Lauren La Melle


The van has stains the way a dirty

saturn throws its rings around the tub.

The muffler was hanging on by

its nails. Fingertips

bleeding it screams to a hault

in the parking lot.


The little boy treads

old Burger King bags

and Taco Bell cups like

he doesn’t know his life

depends on it.

Wading through who knows

what could be buried

down there.

Sinking is a welcomed feeling when

you’ve been swimming all your life.


God forbid a wrapper

break from the pile. Finds

its gravity and falls to the way

side. His father tells him to

pay more attention.

He is clumsy. He needs

to hurry up. Daddy has more

shopping to do.


The little boy is a collectable that

keeps growing too large

for his shelf. That

keeps asking for more

than a place to rot.

He is no older than 7, and

he doesn’t know any cleaner

than sitting in between curdled

milk and a burger with brown

used-to-be-green things

floating in the places

the floor should be.

Poem #4! 

I don’t know the title of the poem, but the poet, Brandon Brockington, goes by B Rock. 

B Rock is one of the best writers I have ever met in my life.  He is absolutely phenomenal. His poem construction, his performance abilities…I’m just saying…if you want to study someone, he should be on your list. The pen game is strong in this one. This video is from a save the arts gala held at High Point University a few years ago.  This man just keeps growing and growing, as a poet and as a person. I’m happy that I was able to be there to film it. 

I’ve talked enough. Go watch! Bask in the poetry! 

(4/30) 

(4/30) Hunger Games Poem

The Legend of Finnik Odair


Every District had it’s champion.

Finnik Odair

Was the hero to the people of the village by the sea.

He was always destined for greatness.

See, the people of District 4, were crafted unlike any other.

Made from sea foam so at birth we knew every eb and tide as if it were the beating of our hearts; We swam like breathing. Tied knots as easliy as we made memories.

But Odair — was special.

More cunning than a fox,

stronger than a god,

deadlier than any tracker jacker

swifter than any fish in the sea

the most handsome man in all the world.

Odair

was the most lovable shark,

He was only dangerous when provoked.

And he,

could fight.

A gladiator in fishnet armor

he struck down every opponet with the flick of his trident

his aim was deadly.

And he brought district 4 honor, titles, wealth and acolades,

Taught us how to fight,

showed us how easy it was to kill.

We caught the capital’s eye.

President Snow showed us no champion will come before his government

like no angel can ever come before a god

he took my angel,

and sold him to the highest bidder

love, is a dangerous tool in the right hands.

Time passed

and our village gained more martyrs than victors

our champion changed into a concubine by the hands of our president

We did not forget the debt we were owed.

it boiled underneath our skin, blistered our hearts black

hatred fueld by frustration and hopelessness

and then

our gentle shark met the girl on fire.

she sparked life into the hope that died in him years ago

sparked wishes, needs, dreams that had been washed away with the tide

and he remembered what it ment to be ferocious

He had secrets that could bring the capitol to its knees

she had the will, the resolve, a catolyst for a revolution

together

they set the sea on fire

but what we didn’t know

was taht once you set a country aflame

everything

must be burned to the ground before we can start to rebuild

Not everyone will escape the blaze

Finnik Odair

gave is life to

preserve an idea.

He saved the image everyone needed to have faith in

saved the girl everyone needed to believe in

He died to keep the sea ignighted

My little boy blue, my baby shark

your father became a great man.

His death, was meaningful in more ways than you could ever imagine.

He became a Hero by his actions, by his words, and by the company he kept.

I am sorry that this story is all you will have.

But if you want to be like your father, know that this is true

every revolution begins with a spark, so be mindful of your actions, for they can be dangerous.

Never let go of the ones that love you, for they are where you get your strength

be mindful of the ones you call friend. they are your biggest source of courage and of weakness.

Little boy blue, be careful, of who you put your faith in,

for there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

Our little baby shark,

hold the legend of your father in your heart all your days

and i promise

you will always

survive the blaze.