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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Where's Joy?
"Where's Joy?" she called. I knew she meant her daughter. But it felt desperate. Maybe through my rose-tinted ears it mirrored or echoed or conflated my own desperate plea into the world. Conventional experts on such matters would suggest the sun shining down on this green and blue land. Or the laugh of children at play, without a care for where their lives might head in days and years to come. Yet others— strange blind people— might suggest it's in the demonocracy they rely on to set matters straight. Even if those matters are battles over the safe passage through a perilous section of water most hadn't heard of before. Where's Joy? In the naked embrace between lovers? Frolicking. Do we frolic enough, like we're on Little House on the Prairie? Frolicking is harder to do in the face of everything and everyone. But does it diminish it? Yes. But no. But always barefoot. On the sand. The field. Or in the pool. Who wears shoes to a pool? Commies? Putin? He dips down, balls first, squatting with a wide thigh gap and double dips. The greedy little fucker. Putin the time and effort to make sure your balls are not shrivelled from all that you do before you double dip the testes in the Volga. Genitals point to the vulva— or asshola, you angry old dwarf.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
One Work: Starry Night
They say that I'm mad But look at the swirling stars Bending everything The church, trees, and moon All of them are just victims Of the stars' own whim Such a peaceful night And yet--there is a violence Lying beneath it They say that I'm mad But look at the swirling stars Bending my poor mind
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Poets
The Dreamer.
The clock ticks and tocks... The moments rush past faster than the oxygen which enters our lungs... Her hands claw into my spine with such intense energy... At last, a calm looms upon both her and I... Like that of the waves of the sea crashing gently upon the shore...
By Armand Slayer3 months ago in Poets
