Gwerful Merchain bawdy mediaeval Cymru poet , whose lyrical joy is a pleasure to read
If God Gives A Penis
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Ray Amorosi
A poet i only recently discovered , with his fractured unorthodox approach to language I felt resonate in myself , some can say that may be a difficult read but it is not
Alejandro Jodorowsky – Dancing Poems (in English and Spanish)
The senses continually give what they receive / The world is modeled according to the way you think.
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Kind act pleasing perfume / glass of water poured unmanned / pure liquid is like the soul / created by the thirst of another benefit.
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The reality is embodied illusion / Birds sing because we believe in them / produce the melody between the two / eternity without them is not.
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I speak from the darker / Site Lamp From the river / takes the magic of life is the encounter with the countless deaths.
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Things are from the moment that we call our / discard them possess is / is in giving that you get.
Jose Guadalupe Posada
Suppose we were chaff, that was lying about
When a very small whirlwind brushed us to the sky,
And then at the moment when we sailed highest,
A wind that was stronger blew us apart…
Goodbye little brothers,
Dear parents, farewell
Here my sins end,
I have no more to tell.
Jose Posada 1852-1913 Artist, Illustrator and Cartoonist with strong beliefs during the Mexican Revolution with his publisher Arroyo, illustrating ballads and poems and images for day of the dead
chewing the inside of your mouth yesterday
three inhuman seconds
and his mouth meat bled
one bite stress induced
a soloist on the telephone
making obscene financial calls
scratching a flabby stomach
still held the phone
the woman a thousand fibers away
still howled
fiscal abuse
he had spoken off the script
probing her dollars
sliding inside her head
avoiding indignant sounds
her whole life on his computer screen
a random credit score
he had pushed to far
stench of cheap deodorant
dropping the phone
he ran
red nylon carpets flashed by
everybody watched
as outside the double doors
he vomited with blood
from his cheek
too afraid to return
walked towards
somewhere else
pointers from the flesh notebook
clever blue eyed clock
measuring the width of harm
in ratchet clicks so solemn ,
childhood had finished
you saw to that
overtook my heart with years
as firm shrouding
growing up was a facility
in the forest where only some
belonged,
and i did not want to go there
it was a sentence
a finish
even ultimatum
to those near expiry date
flesh baggage creased and folded
eyes as dim bulbs,
i was the one on the bicycle
wishing to go past
shouting at the top of my voice
yet something broke the wheels
and i was left at the path
sat crosslegged wondering,
one woman with a cart lopsided
and one eyed horse offered me a lift
and i refused despite
silky touch of mane
as horse nuzzled my hand,
i was broken not forgotten
resisting time as an armed guerilla,
i would fight
and there would be casualties
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