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  • Rookie The poet known as kiibaati (2/4/2007 1:07:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    Daydreams

    At my cubicle,
    An android in a sea of
    Grey suited robots
    But am not here
    I could be in bed
    With Paris at the local Hilton
    Or a knock out bout
    With George Bush who just
    Lost his mouth guard
    Or in my major Nollywood role
    And Tom Hanks is my body double
    Or I could be acting in a reality show
    And any moment from now
    The makeup lady will come
    And powder my sweat-drenched face
    I could not be having this migraine
    I could not be doing this again
    In my mind.

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  • Rookie Jan Oskar Hansen (1/29/2007 1:08:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The Writer.


    Dreamed of Hemingway,
    out hunting gazelles;
    he shot one and bragged
    shamelessly about it when
    sitting by the fireside
    drinking gin.

    But I heard him late at night
    in his tent …crying, he had
    created monster image of
    himself, the tough guy, he
    couldn’t escape.

    Mind, he did in the end,
    his brain splattered
    on wallpaper, an abstract
    pattern of dead thoughts.
    and the unsaid.

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    • Rookie A Zeitgeber (2/13/2007 6:27:00 PM) Post reply

      That is excellent Jan, I often sit and think about hemmingway and his meticulous records of how many animals he had hunted and killed. Total was 5,000.

  • Rookie Jan Oskar Hansen (1/29/2007 1:07:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The Hunting Party

    When hunters have been, in my valley on
    Sundays, they lay out birds and rabbits in
    a row and talk excitedly about the day’s
    kill before dividing the booty...

    NATO troops kill 55 five Taliban
    The TV, news says,

    Corpses are trucked in from near and afar,
    laid in a row for the press to count the dead;
    fleshy, white skinned Danish officers give
    orders to scrawny Afghans in new uniforms,

    A wall of smiles and elastic loyalty between
    them that makes sense; armies come and go,
    but the Afghans will always remain here in
    this mystic, untamed and sand-coloured land

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  • Rookie Wes Thompson (1/22/2007 10:36:00 PM) Post reply

    she calls me
    late at
    night
    we talk in absolutes
    as if forever
    really did last
    forever
    she says that
    i am
    beautiful
    and whatever it is
    inside of me
    (some say it feels like butterflies,
    but i don't believe so)
    that she invokes
    feels like
    it's ripping my
    organs
    to shreds
    happy shreds

  • Rookie Jan Oskar Hansen (1/14/2007 2:47:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Senryu

    A smile from you
    Erases the cosmic loneliness
    Of icy stars

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  • Rookie Jan Oskar Hansen (1/14/2007 2:46:00 PM) Post reply

    At the End of Time.

    When the clock struck nine a Swiss cuckoo
    came out, flew onto the roof where it laid
    eggs in a sparrow’s nest, under the tiles.
    It came back with all the haste of a delayed
    rocket, broke the window collided brutally
    with the clock that fell off the wall and into
    the soup. Digits floated around in infinite
    variation, but when the soup had settled it
    was midnight I could see 2007, ate the two
    zeroes but, it didn’t make much difference,
    fireworks soared in the sky scared dogs and
    shell shocked war veterans who didn’t get
    sympathy from those who had never heard
    the deadly whine of hot iron searing air

  • Rookie David Taylor (1/11/2007 4:05:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    The Fireplace

    A silent gathering around,
    at the end of a long journey of exertions all expired.
    All present share equally
    the crackling explosions of wakefulness,
    that emanate from the heat
    of libations offered.


    All present and present All.
    No words to break the unitary silence.
    Such a large room fully lit by just one light.
    A completeness in a stilling state,
    It is an invocation for us all.
    To come home.

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    • Rookie Kristina Dee (9/16/2013 11:33:00 AM) Post reply

      this makes me think of Christmas :)

    • Rookie Alicia Patti (1/20/2007 8:53:00 PM) Post reply

      Your poem makes me want to purchase a fireplace. I especially like: 'Such a large room fully lit by just one light. A completeness in a stilling state' I am warmed to my fingertips with this one. ... more

  • Rookie Jan Oskar Hansen (1/9/2007 10:22:00 AM) Post reply

    The Proposal


    We sat in a yellow cab when I gave her
    an engagement ring and asked her to
    marry me; she said no, and I threw
    the ring out of window. The cab howled
    to a halt, driver got out found the ring,
    which he accepted as payment when we
    reached our destination. Met him years
    later now a happily married man thanks
    to my ring. The woman who refused my
    offer is married too, but not to me.
    I spend most of my time driving around
    New York looking for something I once
    dreamed about, but lost in 42nd street, or
    was it in 43rd street?


    glad for any comments

  • Rookie - 0 Points Karima Astrid P (1/9/2007 5:32:00 AM) Post reply

    hey i am looking for somebody who can give comments to my poems
    and give me suggestions

    n_n

  • Rookie Leilani Leilani (12/21/2006 9:27:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi i am looking for anybody who would like to look at my poems to give me advice and critique them alittle because I am not to expirienced in writing I am still in high school but it is what I love to do and I am always looking for ways to improve.

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    • Rookie Aldo Kraas (2/10/2007 8:41:00 PM) Post reply

      Hy leilani I been writing poetry now for 11 years Don't bother with poems that rhimes They are very stresfull The poems that Are Haiku I hate The poems that are a sonnet are very good You can go ... more

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