Tag: poem
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National Poetry Month Celebration: Ai, Twenty Year Marriage
“All the best poetry is about ‘-ing’s’: eating, drinking, eating, sleeping, wanting, loving, hating, fucking–you know, thinking and feeling, and living, and dying.” This has been one of my very favorite poems since the first time I read it, decades ago, and it seems the older I get, the better it works for me. Twenty-year…
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Bonus Poetry For National Poetry Month: Gil Scott Heron
My 303rd post, but my first special request–enjoy–but you know you could have googled this, right? Gil Scott Heron imprinted on the American psyche with “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”–a seminal rap, spoken-word poem tour do force that most people recognize from history class and vaguely associate with the 1960s (much of which was…
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War Poems For National Poetry Month: Bob Dylan, A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall
A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall, by Bob Dylan Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been my darling young one? I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I’ve been out…
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War Poems: Alfred Lord Tennyson, Charge of The Light Brigade
The Charge of the Light Brigade Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade! “Charge for the guns!” he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 2. “Forward, the Light Brigade!” Was…
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War Poems For National Poetry Month: Asbah, by Brian Turner
Ashbah by Brian Turner The ghosts of American soldiers wander the streets of Balad by night, unsure of their way home, exhausted, the desert wind blowing trash down the narrow alleys as a voice sounds from the minaret, a soulfull call reminding them how alone they are, how lost. And the Iraqi dead, they watch in…
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War Poems For National Poetry Month: Thomas Hardy, The Man He Killed
The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy “Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have sat us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! “But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him as he at me, And killed him in his place. “I shot him…
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War Poems For National Poetry Month: David Kreiger, Greeting Bush In Baghdad
Greeting Bush in Baghdad by David Krieger “This is a farewell kiss, you dog.” — Muntader al-Zaidi You are a guest in my country, unwanted surely, but still a guest. You stand before us waiting for praise, but how can we praise you? You come after your planes have rained death on our cities. Your…
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I Saw The Best Minds of My Generation…pinned to a lapel?
https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/GarboBlues?ref=l2-shopheader-name “All your heroes are here! Jack Kerouac, Alan Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thomson.” But where’s the Ferlinghetti?
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April is National Poetry Month
We missed National Ice Cream Month, and International Pancake Day (but only by a day, so we were close), but I’m damn certain we’re not going to blow National Poetry Month, even if I’m pretty sure I’ll live to regret that vow. I’m still debating how to celebrate this exquisite holiday which begins, appropriately enough,…
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Trout Fishing With Edgar
One, no, two big silvery, slippery shadowy trout lurk silent, tails sweep slowly steadying against the current, beneath a tangled lodgepole strainer Left over from spring’s high water. These fish must be grateful For a log like this, just right And rotting back to the mud it sprung from: A once-proud, once tree skeleton Now…
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