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Not much into poetry but I do like Hunter S Thompson...
Not being a poet, and drunk as well,
leaning into the diner and dawn
and hearing a juke box mockery of some better
human sound
I wanted rhetoric
but could only howl the rotten truth
Norman Luboff
should have his nuts ripped off with a plastic fork.
Then howled around like a man with the
final angst,
not knowing what I wanted there
Probably the waitress, bend her double
like a safety pin,
Deposit the mad seed before they
tie off my tubes
. . .
Suddenly a man with wild eyes rushed
out from the wooden toilet
Foam on his face and waving a razor
like a flag, shouting
. . .
We'll take our vengeance now!
. . .
We rang for Luboff
on the pay phone, but there was
no contact
. . .
Get a Lawyer, I said. These swine have gone
far enough.
Now is the time to
lay a writ on them,
Cease and Desist
. . .
The legal man agreed
We had a case and indeed a duty to
Right these Wrongs, as it were
The Price would be four thousand in front and
ten for the nut.
I wrote him a check on the Sawtooth
National Bank,
but he hooted at it
While rubbing a special oil on
his palms
To keep the chancres from itching
beyond endurance
On this Sabbath.
. . .
Later, from jail
I sent a brace of telegrams
to the right people,
explaining my position.
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I can't get enough of the song Sabor a Mi (a taste of me).
Originally written and performed in the late 50's by Alvaro Carrillo, it has been widely covered and evolved into a "standard".
My favorite version is by LA's own Los Lobos
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Years ago in English middle school, a friend wrote a poem and presented it to the class. After he presented the poem, he went to principals office. He spent a 3 or 5 day vacation after the poem.
Give me head, take me to bed, slap my dick upside your head.
It was classic!!
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One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
By Pablo Neruda
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
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For prose, East of Eden.
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I painted this on a stone wall in Dublin years ago and it still speaks to me today:
All the best wine is red
And beautiful music's on sheets
But before I die, I just gotta meet
My muse, Sasha.Sweets
True story.
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"Breathe deep the gathering gloom, Watch lights fade from every room..
Bedsitter people look back and lament another day's useless energy spent..
Impassioned Lovers wrestle as one, Lonely man cries for love and has none...
New Mother picks up and suckles her son, Senior citizens wish they were young..
Cold hearted Orb that rules the Night, Removes all color from our sight...
Red is Grey and Yellow White...
But we decide which is right And which is an Illusion"...
Late Lament by Graeme Edge 1967
A reflection on Life's fleeting Moments and Perceptions...
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"Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me,Your presence fills my eyes with your
Love, It humbles my Heart, for you are Everywhere"
Jalal al Din Rumi
The Only two poems I know by heart.
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