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spring break blossoms fall on the snow More at https://twitter.com/Haikuintraining.
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Down the back street To a back door Background noise A deflection Artificial plants that look as real As false eyelashes Valuable as liquid gold Integrated with authenticity Rich chocolate dripping out of fountains Surrounded by all of that It’s hard to resist Until the pressure cooker explodes Into a mushroom cloud Bleeding out Nothing…
All those American citizens With no food No water, On an island Surrounded by Big water Ocean water, Are getting rowdy and unruly. Let the wild winds howl, Let the flooding rains run. The post Ship-Wrecked Scrappers | Gil Hoy appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
wave it like a white flag, surrendering with handshakes and smiles so *civil* project upon it red and blue patriotism stars like ordnance exploding stripes like prison bars (truth, held captive) parade it like a memory celebrating men who slaughtered brothers to enslave (sense, held captive) whisper, like wind whipping fabric: the emperor’s new flag…
while you were napping other stuff was happening your dog rover took your trike went for a spin on the turnpike when you were upstairs and resting you missed more that was interesting your new teacher visited your mother talked about this, that and the other a rocket ship landed on the lawn but you…
“though I ‘m certain that this heart of mine hasn’t a ghost of a chance/ in this crazy romance,/ you go to my head.” Related Stories Bea Wain, “You Go to My Head” Go to Source Author: The Best American Poetry
This spring both James Allen Hall and Aaron Smith published new poetry books. James Allen Hall’s Romantic Comedy (Four Way Books, chosen by Diane Seuss for the Levis Prize) is an ingenious look at the erasure of queerness in film. He writes “Is it any wonder / I have failed to imagine my life won’t…