Physically Hearted
by Alina Ahmed I dont know where I lie in this world, No space for me in peoples heart, Everyone says I’m Gods special child, But I ask why m I made with such a physically disabled art ? I cannot eat with my hands, Neither can I stand on my own […]
On The Conduct Of The World Seeking Beauty Against Government poem – Allen Ginsberg
Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri, like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what we imagine Adam & Eve to’ve been, caressing each other with trembling limbs before the Snake of Revolutionary Sex wrapped itself round The Tree of Knowledge? What would Roque Dalton joke about lately teeth […]
Not my poem
by Alicja Kuberska I wrote a few words and tied them permanently. Reflections and emotions created an immaterial line. I uttered the last sentence, and he flew like a zephyr. He kissed my lips lightly and left, he walked away to strangers. He slipped into their eyes, where the tears are born. […]
My Sad Self poem – Allen Ginsberg
To Frank O’Hara Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Building and gaze at my world, Manhattan- my buildings, streets I’ve done feats in, lofts, beds, coldwater flats -on Fifth Ave below which I also bear in mind, its ant cars, little yellow taxis, men walking the […]
Mugging (I) poem – Allen Ginsberg
I Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk- Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood Tonite at seven walked out past garbage cans chained to concrete anchors Walked under black painted fire escapes, giant castiron plate covering a hole in ground […]
Millions of Us poem – Alice Notley
Purportedly a chain of civilians, soldiers, voices lice they were called. It is sometimes sufficient to beg Lice creeping over one, kill them with a chemical; then there are lice-ghosts everywhere. Glints of pearly nails. The light of my beloved will keep me from noticing. Trailer to keep her in; he asked me if I […]
Meaning of silence-ness.
by Alina Ahmed I was always fascinated by the pleasure of pain, Never understood the jealously of love, I was always intensified by the moon light, But always hated the sunlight, I didn’t knew the power of evoke-ness, Rather discriminated in the passion of socialness, And was all taken by just a […]
Making The Lion For All It’s Got — A Ballad poem – Allen Ginsberg
I came home and found a lion in my room… [First draft of “The Lion for Real” CP 174-175] A lion met America in the road they stared at each other two figures on the crossroads in the desert. America screamed The lion roared They leaped at each other America desperate to win Fighting […]
Kraj Majales (King Of May) poem – Allen Ginsberg
And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the Naked, and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy and the beautiful engineers are all dead, the secret technicians conspire for their own […]
Kraj Majales (King Of May) poem – Allen Ginsberg
And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the Naked, and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy and the beautiful engineers are all dead, the secret technicians conspire for their own […]
It Would poem – Alice Notley
it would be that but only if I knew how again Could something like that get lost? no only a little a little lost but if only I remember how I mean she or I oh a freight train goes by & they always do & did do I mean a real one too […]
Industrial Lace poem – Alice Fulton
The city had such pretty clotheslines. Women aired their intimate apparel in the emery haze: membranes of lingerie— pearl, ruby, copper slips— their somehow intestinal quivering in the wind. And Freihofer’s spread the chaste, apron scent of baking, a sensual net over a few yards of North Troy. The city had Niagara […]
I the People poem – Alice Notley
I the people to the things that are were & come to be. We were once what we know when we make love When we go away from each other because we have been created at 10th & A, in winter & of trees & of the history of houses we hope we are notes […]
Human Tendency
by Alina Ahmed Aura gets so much of happiness, Yet a men mind turns out for greediness, He wants more of socialness’, But forgets that he is yet to learn that civilness. He roams in search of true friends But doesn’t even care if his parents are to an end, He claims […]
Gift poem – Alice Notley
Nothing will hurt you that much despite how you feel the stress on your back shapes your insight this splendid November rain Toussaint. I find you by your marks, he says an imprint But when I summon you, I talk to—I say— my memory of your face. It’s kind of crazy to others. They’re not […]
Feast of the Eyes
by Alina Ahmed This poem is all about how I see world from my eyes, my thought related to the universe and my importance towards it. Immensely blue sky with white silvery clouds, Seems as if it’s making some sound, Transforming itself into dark all around, That seems as if black […]
City of My Childhood
by Alicja Kuberska Far in the North, where the dark-eyed Neva River Spills its cold waters, and a June day has no end, The city of my childhood sprang up on the marsh. In a dream-like longing, I return to the granite boulevards, I marvel at the white-and-green facades of the palaces, […]
Cezanne’s Ports poem – Allen Ginsberg
In the foreground we see time and life swept in a race toward the left hand side of the picture where shore meets shore. But that meeting place isn’t represented; it doesn’t occur on the canvas. For the other side of the bay is Heaven and Eternity, with a bleak white haze over its […]
Borow
by Alicja Kuberska I no longer have a nest here But I come back, like a swallow, To places of my childhood. I wander the sandy hedgerows, To participate in the mystery of lark song. I arrange bouquets Of wild poppies and cornflowers – And raise up to the clouds. Old […]
Betrayal poem – Alice Notley
I keep going back to that word the French like it trahison the French are partly me in micro-particular disposition I sing I’m most fascinated by metaphysical betrayal and its off-color quarter-tones I mean I mean it that a bit of matter could humiliate another like in a beginning when of angels… No I […]
Before you knew you owned it poem – Alice Walker
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely Given out Take only enough Stop short of urge to plead Then purge away the need. Wish for nothing larger Than your own small heart Or greater than a star; Tame wild disappointment With caress unmoved and […]
Because We Never Practiced With The Escape Chamber poem – Alice Fulton
we had to read the instructions as we sank. In a hand like carded lace. Not nuclear warheads on the sea’s floor nor the violet flow over the reactor will outlive this sorrowful rhyme. Vain halo! My project becalmed, I’ll find I’ve built a monument more passing than a breeze. It will cost us, Pobrecito. […]
Ballad Of The Skeletons poem – Allen Ginsberg
Said the Presidential Skeleton I won’t sign the bill Said the Speaker skeleton Yes you will Said the Representative Skeleton I object Said the Supreme Court skeleton Whaddya expect Said the Miltary skeleton Buy Star Bombs Said the Upperclass Skeleton Starve unmarried moms Said the Yahoo Skeleton Stop dirty art Said the Right Wing […]
About Face poem – Alice Fulton
Because life’s too short to blush, I keep my blood tucked in. I won’t be mortified by what I drive or the flaccid vivacity of my last dinner party. I take my cue from statues posing only in their shoulder pads of snow: all January you can see them working on their granite tans. […]
A winning lot
by Alicja Kuberska Life happened to me. With a gift of knowing the good with the bad. I can capture fleeting thoughts And stop time with a word. The everyday delights Bringing great mysteries. Constant wonder is my lot. I marvel how green are the leaves And how many sounds Are concealed […]
30th Birthday poem – Alice Notley
May I never be afraid especially of myself but Muhammed Ali are you telling the truth? Well you’re being true aren’t you and you talk so wonderfully in your body that protects you with physique of voice raps within dance May I never be afraid rocked and quaked the mantilla is lace whose black […]
Why?
by Alex Gross You’ve asked me already. Yet you want to know. What need have you to question Everything I say and do? Being conventional is overrated. Why? you ask. Because I must be myself. Do I Tell you to learn to play An Instrument that no One has heard of? […]
Where Are You?
by Alex Gross This is the time when I text you I’m bored in this hallway all alone. I need to see your familiar smiley face emoticon But you’re not here, Where Are You? This is the time when you call me. I hear your little voice: “We’re here, Alex, I […]
Tell Me
by Alex Gross Don’t walk away from me. I’m trying to talk to you. I know what you’re feeling, But I don’t know what is Going on in your head. Please tell me. It’s obvious I’ve upset you, So don’t pretend I haven’t. I know you well enough To know when […]
Teacher
by Alex Gross I remember when I feared you. I Always thought I was inferior, And that sooner or later, you would Find out. I remember when I distrusted you. I always thought I was wrong in some Way. And that sooner or later, you would Find out. I remember […]
Sleep
by Alex Gross I’m waiting for you to come to me. I’ve done everything in my power To Please you. It’s cold, and dark, just Like you like it. Now why Don’t you come to me? It’s four AM and I feel like shit. This is when I want you the […]
Intruder
by Alex Gross Innocent little girl walking. She is preoccupied, at the moment with An enigma which plagues all young girls At a point. Which Barbie Doll do I want? Another thought enters her head: What’s for dinner? Then: What’s on TV tonight? She goes on her merry way. Along […]
Inside/Outside The Window
by Alexander Russo Two horses grazing in a distant field. Closer up, a few leaves twisting on a branch. The leaves begin to take on A strange new presence: crinkled, stubborn face. One resembles a monster, paying off a bad Kharmic debt. It groans, swaying back and forth, like the broken […]
Victory
A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012) Something spreading underground won’t speak to us under skin won’t declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods in their drama hogging down the deep bush clear-cutting refugees from ancient or transient villages into our opportunistic fervor to search crazily for a host […]
Valediction Forbidding Mourning
A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012) My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds. I want you to see this before I leave: the experience of repetition […]
Two Songs
A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012) 1. Sex, as they harshly call it, I fell into this morning at ten o’clock, a drizzling hour of traffic and wet newspapers. I thought of him who yesterday clearly didn’t turn me to a hot field ready for plowing, and longing for that young man […]
Stepping Backward
A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012) Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I’m fifty; still good-by. This is the leave we never really take. If you were dead or gone to live in China The event might draw your stature in my mind. I should be […]
Snapshots Of A Daughter In Law By Adrienne Rich
A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012) 1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from that time, and play a Chopin prelude called by Cortot: “Delicious recollections float like perfume through the memory.” Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, […]
Snapshots Of A Daughter In Law
A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012) 1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from that time, and play a Chopin prelude called by Cortot: “Delicious recollections float like perfume through the memory.” Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, […]
Shattered Head
A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012) A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun’s tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? cry the soothseekers but time is a bloodshot eye seeing its last of beauty its own foreclosure a bloodshot mind finding itself unspeakable What is the […]