Paul Celano
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I see a signal meaning to go
I see a field where people play
I see the grass needing a mow
I see the seaweed in the bay
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On his body is a ginger bread thong
To soften you up he sings a sweet sugar song
If you hit on him he’ll play along
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*Heart sound*
An Indian’s drum
Thunder in the sky
The bass in a song
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I like to cry and throw a fit
Even the dark day I was born
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn
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I grab a rose that is number one
To show you that it is for fun
To have a girl that you can always have fun with
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Time has ended so I lay
The end to a very painful day
I lay silent with nothing to say
Here in my dark room
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Have you ever sat and thought
What happen in this day
That made your eyes want to cry
And turn your colors gray
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Standing chilled
Head down, surrounded by sound
Lights embracing the human body
Keeping it nurtured and warm
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What would you do for a touch of happiness
Would you run that extra distance
Would you spend that extra hour
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It all started one night
To wait for a moment
And have it feel like a life time
Surrounded by many people
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He sits hunched on a bench
Head down in depression
His job of mind splitting Hell
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A stone slab she sits
A dropp of her mind hits the ground
She stares down
Afraid to look up and face the pain
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The butterfly soars again
Born from magic dust
Its massive wings
Torn no more
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I became a brainless mute
My mouth droops open
Nothing but impassioned silence
For she was a giving disease
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Being a pin cushion of pain
The fist being the pin
Piercing into your body
Every blow another hole in your ego
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I remember a sound time
A time of firm smile
My hand on my tepid chest
I felt an abundant marching band
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Paul Celano Biography
I have a sad story that helped me write. Back in High School a good friend of mine had took his own life. I wrote a poem about it for a class. The teacher told me to my face that I should never write again because my writing is not good enough. Later in 2002 I took a class for creative writing. I told the college teacher what my high school teacher said. The teacher then told me that in the class I was in, I would have to read my poems out loud. This made me very nervous. So the day came when I had to do this. I read the same poem I was told in high school was not good enough. Everyone stood and clapped. My college teacher told me to never stop writing. I have been writing since then. Things I see and things that happen in my life. I love to write free-verse and sometimes a little rhyme for fun. Also I believe that a thesaurus is a poets best friend.)
The Best Poem Of Paul Celano
5 Senses Of Green
I see a signal meaning to go
I see a field where people play
I see the grass needing a mow
I see the seaweed in the bay
I hear the forest sounds of life
I hear the croaking of a toad
I hear the loud shouting from strife
I hear the beeps of matrix code
I taste the bitter of a lime
I taste the freshness burn of mint
I taste the spicy dots of thyme
I taste sour that makes me squint
I smell aroma of cut pine
I smell rich potent olive oil
I smell young grapes throughout the vine
I smell aged food about to spoil
I feel roughness of lizard skin
I feel pain from a cactus thorn
I feel split pea soup down my chin
I feel sharpness from stalks of corn
Five senses of the color green
From sound, taste, smell, touch and things scene
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