Janet Kuypers’ poetry “November 2017 Book Release Reading” 11/1/17

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    November 1st marked a November 2017 Book Release Reading through Community Poetry of new books from Scars Publications, which saw the release of the books “Warrior’s Light” from cc&d magazine (with cover photography of the “diamond ruing” of the sun peeking behind the moon during the total eclipse of the sun 8/21/17); and “Monsters” from Down in the Dirt magazine. In his reading, Janet Kuypers read performance art poetry material from cc&d magazine’s book, and haiku as well as poetry from “Monsters”.

    Because there was time during this feature poetry reading event, Janet Kuypers also read material from her 2014 mini-books (from her “Partial Nudity”/“Revealed” book releases) “Part of my Pain”, “Twitterati”, and “Let me See You Stripped” as the finale to the Community Poetry @ Half Price Books reading in Austin.

Poems in this show include (in multiple readings):
the Bathroom at the Green Mill
Frozen Together
the Battle at Hand
On Ashes
Kick Someone Out
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls

knife
easy
ghosts
Ernesto
Just Thinking About It
Political Merry-Go-Round
Verge on Meditation

Good Escape
In These Times
Part of my Pain
Now That You Got Me
Ever Since you Got Me
Know You Only Got Me
Push Your Button
How People Interpret my Words
Observer’s Love Poem

Poverty in America
Oklahoma water-surfing
Zach makes me Think about these Things
Mechanical Soldiers
Fingers Black
You Cannot Burn Me
Opening Our Own Doors
Guantanamo Bay
Even if the Pope Claims It
Quenching Anybody’s Thirst
From Words to Wars
Money Became an Abstract
Where does the Love Go
Spent
Cast in Stone

Like I was Never There
Scratch the Surface
You are a Force
You Repel Me
Holding Hands

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The Metaphor of the Wind Poem 2020

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David Michael Jackson

The poem needs a blog
and the blog a poem.
The New Year needs
a poem tossed to the winds,
the vague,
the invisible
the unmasked wind,
the metaphor wind,
announcing the metaphor sunrise
in an old blog
from an old man
in a new year.

These words are stored with magnetic spots
that are neither black nor white
nor laying on the pages of a book
waiting for the wind
from the window
to turn the page.
.
These words are there
to scroll by and be gone,
their movement
leaving metaphor winds
in a room.

….David Michael Jackson

Conundrum’s Child | Poem by Ron Olsen

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Conundrum’s Child
By Ron Olsen

What purpose then
Do the poet’s words serve?
Might as well ask
Why we stick around at all
Absent the courage to be
Or not
The Bard nailed it
Many times over
Moderation
Consideration
Determination
Words tempt the soul
To surrender
Without a fight
Your choice
Is no choice at all
Breathing in hope
Sputtering out damnation
Leaving you
Battered
Bruised
Deathlike
Not caring
For common needs
The poet bleeds
Without cause
Glory
Passes to stardust
The cosmic laughter
Of children
Finding their way home
Casts light
On the void
Another step
In the search
For one true thing
Guiding the poet’s pen
With a gift of grace

© 2015 Ron Olsen – all rights reserved

 

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Ron Olsen is an LA-based retired journalist who writes essays and an occasional poem.  More of his poetry can be found here.

 

 

 

 

Plumber Poem | by David Michael Jackson

plumber poem

There I was
under the house again
crawling in water
toward a tiny stream,
a small waterfall
between a crawlspace and a wet hell,
because the commode is a water devil.
Feed me water, it says,
or take a ride to a gas station, friend!

I approach the leak,
crawling in a leak creek,
avoiding the call to the plumber,
between a crawlspace and a wet hell,
dragging my wet tools minus the one I need,
minus the one tool the plumber know that he needs,
or she, should she also be
crawling between a crawlspace and a wet hell
with the tool that
I don’t have.

I approach the leak,
which only drips at me now,
I approach with my vast knowledge gained from
minutes of watching videos, with my
shark bites, my compression fittings,
my torch, my solder, my flux,
minus that tool I missed in the video.

“Blast ye Gods of human plumbing distress I cry!”
as I turn wet and humbled,
as I drag myself
toward that small rectangular hole
at the end of a long dark wet
crawl, hoping nothing is moving ahead of me.
“Who needs a plumber!”
I call as I emerge
flat on my back exhausted in the sunshine,
and hear the words,
“I need to go to the bathroom.”

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Plumber Poem by David Michael Jackson 2019
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Plumbing Clarksville

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From Starlight to Stairlifts | Poem

 

From Starlight to Stairlifts

Strong the light seems in the childhood sky.
Faintly the light beams through the window by
the young man’s head to the pillow lit by the moon.
Starlight shines in his eyes as his thought strays
to the girl of smiles and eyes and hips that sway
in his dreams.

Strong is the light in the eyes of the child of those dreams
amid the noise and the hurry and the loss of sleep
and the no time to notice the time going by

until the stairway to heaven is a stairlift
and the moonlight falls on the pillow
and the starlight shines in her eyes
and the girl of smiles and eyes and hips that sway,
dreams.

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From Starlight to Stairlifts by David Michael Jackson

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