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What My Mother Taught Me

You trained

me to suck it in

And so

My stomach was never fat

And I never cried in front of anyone

I never let anyone love me

And when we moved

(you always told me it was for my

unhappiness)

I took one last look at my

Insides

And threw it all away,

To hollow

Now all this time later

I’ve finally let my stomach go

Exhaled and let it round

Cried for two years straight

My belly protruding

with empty

Trying to take care of myself

So I can teach others

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Written by WriterLady in portal Poetry & Free Verse
What My Mother Taught Me

You trained

me to suck it in

And so

My stomach was never fat

And I never cried in front of anyone

I never let anyone love me



And when we moved

(you always told me it was for my

unhappiness)

I took one last look at my

Insides

And threw it all away,

To hollow



Now all this time later

I’ve finally let my stomach go

Exhaled and let it round

Cried for two years straight

My belly protruding

with empty



Trying to take care of myself

So I can teach others

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'The Stephen Show' has been Cancelled

He spoke of how he was invincible -

Eternal, unable to die

So sure of himself, I half expect for

Him to - like his namesake -

Resurrect from the casket,

For a single finger to arise from the soft earth,

A final statement before he rests easy

For the first time in his short life

No, I am not religious,

Though if I were

I wouldn’t think twice

Before saying he must be

Rotting in hell as I write 

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'The Stephen Show' has been Cancelled
He spoke of how he was invincible -
Eternal, unable to die
So sure of himself, I half expect for
Him to - like his namesake -
Resurrect from the casket,
For a single finger to arise from the soft earth,
A final statement before he rests easy
For the first time in his short life

No, I am not religious,
Though if I were
I wouldn’t think twice
Before saying he must be
Rotting in hell as I write 
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Written by Ages in portal Poetry & Free Verse

POETRY IN WRITING

Anyone whose has ever written a poem knows

That awful feeling when the lyrics don’t flow or sounds more like prose

Times like those I ask myself WWSS? What would Shakespeare say?

If he was the one rhyming here today

I’m really a songwriter not much of a poet

Well at least I don’t know yet

For when I’m writing my poetry

There are lots of unwanted emotions coming to my memory

Maybe I’m trying too hard to say something that’s really deep

I gotta learn to crawl, learn to walk, even fly before I can leap

So that creative punch lines into your mind will really seep

Many of my poems start out as words written in silence

That came to together to paint life and even sometimes my own personal experience

In trying to write a classic classic and not a throwaway

The most difficult thing is trying to say something meaningful without being cliché

Using metaphors, puns and similes that are real and explicit

But sometimes there are no words, no words that will fit

But quitters never win and winners never quit

Just keep writing and living up your dreams.

For you don’t know what good can come from your newfound hobby

Just look on the irony of me writing a poem about writing poetry

(c) A. Williams, 2014.

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Written by Ages in portal Poetry & Free Verse
POETRY IN WRITING

Anyone whose has ever written a poem knows
That awful feeling when the lyrics don’t flow or sounds more like prose
Times like those I ask myself WWSS? What would Shakespeare say?
If he was the one rhyming here today
I’m really a songwriter not much of a poet
Well at least I don’t know yet
For when I’m writing my poetry
There are lots of unwanted emotions coming to my memory
Maybe I’m trying too hard to say something that’s really deep
I gotta learn to crawl, learn to walk, even fly before I can leap
So that creative punch lines into your mind will really seep
Many of my poems start out as words written in silence
That came to together to paint life and even sometimes my own personal experience
In trying to write a classic classic and not a throwaway
The most difficult thing is trying to say something meaningful without being cliché
Using metaphors, puns and similes that are real and explicit
But sometimes there are no words, no words that will fit
But quitters never win and winners never quit
Just keep writing and living up your dreams.
For you don’t know what good can come from your newfound hobby
Just look on the irony of me writing a poem about writing poetry


(c) A. Williams, 2014.
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Beauty

He asked


"Can you
do
Beauty?"

And I wondered -


Is it something that

can be

"Done"?

or is it more
what springs forth
when hours sleep deficient
soften the epidermis of your mask
faced false to the world, and


Life
seeps
unexpected
through the cracks


of all you would
otherwise defend?

when drugged by
insomnia


you see how the world


opens up
explodes
to the unprotected mind?

Is this how it gets in?

And once there -


Does it

Ever
Leave?

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Beauty
He asked

"Can you
do
Beauty?"

And I wondered -

Is it something that
can be
"Done"?

or is it more
what springs forth
when hours sleep deficient
soften the epidermis of your mask
faced false to the world, and

Life
seeps
unexpected
through the cracks

of all you would
otherwise defend?

when drugged by
insomnia

you see how the world

opens up
explodes
to the unprotected mind?

Is this how it gets in?

And once there -

Does it
Ever
Leave?



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Beardly Wonderful

There was an odd woman who leered

At the boys she often jeered

She'd follow them home

With her trusty comb

Just so she could brush out their beard

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Written by ChanelleJoy in portal Comedy
Beardly Wonderful
There was an odd woman who leered
At the boys she often jeered
She'd follow them home
With her trusty comb
Just so she could brush out their beard

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Pretend

I set out one day

To Be -

Everyone I knew

told

me

All it takes

is

the

first

step

One foot

before the other -

But I wonder -

When all you've

Done

is

Doing -

Isn't this

forward

movement

palaver

More

of

the

same

thing?

So I thought to try another way -

Hit it from another angle, so to speak -

I thought, instead, to

Stop.

Stop the striving.

Stop the

trying

too hard.

Stop the

pushing

it

all

Uphill -

and instead

Feel.

It wasn't easy, at first.

My body jittered,

felt on edge.

My chest

felt

hollow.

I twitched

for another

Distraction.

But then -

As time went on

Something strange happened -

The compulsions fell away.

I luxuriated in the silence.

My body unravelled,

Let

Go.

Is this

what it is

to

be

Free?

Is this

what it is

To

Be?

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Pretend
I set out one day
To Be -

Everyone I knew
told
me

All it takes
is
the
first
step

One foot
before the other -

But I wonder -

When all you've
Done
is
Doing -

Isn't this
forward
movement
palaver

More
of
the
same
thing?

So I thought to try another way -
Hit it from another angle, so to speak -
I thought, instead, to
Stop.

Stop the striving.
Stop the
trying
too hard.

Stop the
pushing
it
all
Uphill -

and instead
Feel.

It wasn't easy, at first.
My body jittered,
felt on edge.
My chest
felt
hollow.
I twitched
for another
Distraction.

But then -
As time went on
Something strange happened -

The compulsions fell away.
I luxuriated in the silence.
My body unravelled,
Let
Go.

Is this
what it is
to
be
Free?

Is this
what it is
To
Be?

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The Delight of a Sick Day

A sick day

Oh! the delight of a sick day

Words shimmer and invite

Skies still dark, but bed warm

Blankets red and green

piled high

While I

Robe-cocooned

pad the room

Dreaming

softly sweet

Outside

A cockatoo dives

Screeches, circles the air

Flash of white

through drizzled rain

Sky patched in blue

Brightens

Sprawls horizons

across the streaks of grey

Day without structure

My only need

to rest and heal

falling slowly

through the breach

Yesterday

my mind

constricted so -

Stalled by office walls -

now breathes deep

Roams free

Curled up warm

in capsuled time

Wide open once again -

Shuddery limbs

Knives in throat

still cannot dim

the delight

of a sick day

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The Delight of a Sick Day
A sick day
Oh! the delight of a sick day
Words shimmer and invite
Skies still dark, but bed warm
Blankets red and green
piled high
While I
Robe-cocooned
pad the room
Dreaming
softly sweet

Outside
A cockatoo dives
Screeches, circles the air
Flash of white
through drizzled rain
Sky patched in blue
Brightens
Sprawls horizons
across the streaks of grey

Day without structure
My only need
to rest and heal
falling slowly
through the breach

Yesterday
my mind
constricted so -
Stalled by office walls -
now breathes deep
Roams free

Curled up warm
in capsuled time
Wide open once again -

Shuddery limbs
Knives in throat
still cannot dim

the delight

of a sick day


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Jesus Arrives

JESUS ARRIVES AT A MENTAL HOSPITAL

Laughing quietly after making bad decisions,

And feeling good about them

Head held high as he carves an incision

In the shape of a cross, condemned

Into his chocolate skin

Claiming he is afraid of no one

But himself, and his own sins

JESUS ARRIVES AT A DRUG DEAL

“This is the new covenant in my blood,”

He begins, stifling a smile at the anticipation of destruction

“Take and eat, this is my body,”

Creation and fatality floods as

He finishes his induction and

Motions towards the poison,

Promising a false immortality

As he walks through the forest in avoidance

JESUS ARRIVES IN A CASKET

After only seventeen years in this body, on this earth,

He abandons this confusion called life,

Unsure if he is prepared for rebirth

In a world which forced him deprave

Due to its quantity of strife

JESUS ARRIVES SIX FEET UNDER

Turning in his grave,

Threatening to rise

“There is no Heaven for me,”

He sighs

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Jesus Arrives
JESUS ARRIVES AT A MENTAL HOSPITAL
Laughing quietly after making bad decisions,
And feeling good about them
Head held high as he carves an incision
In the shape of a cross, condemned
Into his chocolate skin
Claiming he is afraid of no one
But himself, and his own sins

JESUS ARRIVES AT A DRUG DEAL
“This is the new covenant in my blood,”
He begins, stifling a smile at the anticipation of destruction
“Take and eat, this is my body,”
Creation and fatality floods as
He finishes his induction and
Motions towards the poison,
Promising a false immortality
As he walks through the forest in avoidance

JESUS ARRIVES IN A CASKET
After only seventeen years in this body, on this earth,
He abandons this confusion called life,
Unsure if he is prepared for rebirth
In a world which forced him deprave
Due to its quantity of strife

JESUS ARRIVES SIX FEET UNDER
Turning in his grave,
Threatening to rise
“There is no Heaven for me,”
He sighs
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Lovers In The Grass

fingers clutching, heavy head cradled

between the wings of shoulder blades

arms dangling angular entwined -

the light fades, the harbour diamonds dim

cockatoos screech, encircle the sky -

still they smile, dreamily

her head thrown back, eyes closed

lustrous silk laid black across

an open throat -

hand hot over her eyes, he pulls her in

eyes now locked, bodies bound -

world shimmers and dissolves

leaves this surrender, on the green.

They fall apart.

She sits up, pulls straight her shirt

Looks out to the sea.

He turns his head

Notices me

(surreptitious in shame

and never more alone.)

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Lovers In The Grass
fingers clutching, heavy head cradled
between the wings of shoulder blades
arms dangling angular entwined -

the light fades, the harbour diamonds dim
cockatoos screech, encircle the sky -

still they smile, dreamily

her head thrown back, eyes closed
lustrous silk laid black across
an open throat -

hand hot over her eyes, he pulls her in

eyes now locked, bodies bound -
world shimmers and dissolves
leaves this surrender, on the green.

They fall apart.
She sits up, pulls straight her shirt
Looks out to the sea.

He turns his head
Notices me

(surreptitious in shame
and never more alone.)

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Continental climate cordially extends apologies;
For the chill Mama Earth shook down spines, which rattled knees:::
The wind licks my lips, 
Energizes hooping hips. 
Tresses caressed; I feel as free as She. 
She; flowing energy, through every entity.

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Written by Astropoppin in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Continental climate cordially extends apologies;
For the chill Mama Earth shook down spines, which rattled knees:::
The wind licks my lips, 
Energizes hooping hips. 
Tresses caressed; I feel as free as She. 
She; flowing energy, through every entity.
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