POETRY by poetjpb

Sunday, September 19, 2004

HENRY DAVID THOREAU, I HAVE TRIED

Henry D., good ole Henry is staring at me now Black and white polka dot bowl Orange, lime green, aqua, maroon, rug hanging on the wall 1930’s pic of my daddy, handsome black curls and sultry smile My old imac turqoise and boxy Van Gogh’s stained glass from a museum store Watercolor, Bold and Free, a... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 17, 2004

NOT SO SHORT REFLECTIONS OF MICHIGAN, CANDA AND MAINE

Simi Valley, California Driving toward the Simi hills, in a white Mustang convertible, The hills move closer and loom large their stones, a brown umber ochre contrast against the mossy lime scrub that clings to the incline Blue, blue sky, cool breeze in my hair, eye blinding sun Could I ever leave... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 23, 2004

WOMEN NAMED BILL, this belongs in ariala's crapola blog

well my book is done so now I will invent new poems for this blog instead of starting the book over>>>> ummmmm...let's see, what is on my feeble mind????? oh yeah, work stinks. a lame work poem hate my stinking job it's more than I can stand i wanna stay home and be a slob maybe star in a funky band... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 17, 2004

I FIGHT THE URGE TO SIT WITH THE OLD MAN FISHING...

FISHING AT THE SANTA MONICA PIER... WRITING MUST BE INFUSED WITH Writing must be infused with experience. The Fishing Rules at the Santa Monica Pier I fight the urge to sit with the old man fishing here on the splintered pier. I lean in and listen to his story of lies. The sign, the fishing rules,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 10, 2004

DEPOE BAY, OREGON What more could I want, and yet I do...

(just returned from a short vacation to Oregon. I live in Southern California--) Depoe Bay, Oregon I hear the music of the ocean tonight What more could I want? Could I want for more? And yet I do. The ocean, jubilant, moves like air, swish-swash, through tree branches Like rushing water over craggy... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 8, 2004

Hot on my tongue...hot off the press...

Lesson of the Tongue Swallowed my coffee hard. Once burned, nothing else tastes quite as sweet. 2004 Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Won't say facker

ODE TO A SLACKER slacker, no jacker won't say facker slack, slack, taking it back taking it back all the way back yeah, back, back lay on back relaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx yeah! PRUFROCK'S GARDEN, A SHORT POEM Rappy slam dunk read Brutal honesty resonating Mental energy Live to read poetry Gobble words... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 5, 2004

FUNK RAP...experimental...........

rappy slam dunk writin' through some funk funk, funk, we all got junk bunk it, funk it, junk it bite a hunk off it slunk down, hunkered down junkered up, funked up punked in, punked out monk, monk, monk ain't drunk, don't give me no bunk this ain't no pandora's trunk but hey, really life ain't junk Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 2, 2004

PRUFROCK'S GARDEN, A SHORT POEM

Rappy slam dunk read Brutal honesty resonating Mental energy Live to read poetry Gobble words Images and metaphors Like freshed picked beans Picked from Prufrock’s prolific garden Sorry about the literal alliteration Dug Planted Thorny Vines hanging I never have the garden I need I never write the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 29, 2004

Picasso girl

PASSER-BY By JP Brown She walked by the cement wall Next to me, Each square block dividing her Like a checkerboard Picasso Girl Has he fractured you Into a thousand cubistic pieces? Sign in to see full entry.

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