poetry
• In Memory of Martin Luther King - Hillary
Kaye
• I write poems they don’t
get published - Nazim Hikmet
• If the
Dead had Email - Jim Smith
• Oh soft
black night - Shanna baldwin
• death of
poets - Bill Fleeman
• From Kid In
America - Tony Scibella
In Memory of Martin Luther
King
by Hillary
Kaye
In memory of what was
lost
by ill
intent,
by ill in
thought,
by ill will so complete and
stark,
it kills the good and humble
heart.
Tell
the children there was someone once
who
saw a peace large enough
to house their
dreams
and there inside a world
conceived.
************
I
write poems
they don’t get
published
but they
will
I’m waiting for a letter
with good news
maybe it will arrive the day I
die
but it will come for
sure
the world’s not run by
governments or money
but people
rule
a hundred years from
now
maybe
but
it will be for sure
Nazim Hikmet,
9/2/57
***********
If
the Dead had Email
From: Jim
Smith
<jsmith@freevenice.org>
Subject: If the
Dead had email
Date: January
2004
To: Goddess-in-charge
<Mother@yahoo.com>
Everyone knows
that you can send an email to the deity or to our dearly
departed.
The problem comes in getting a
response.
But wouldn’t it be great if
the dead had email?
So I’m
sending you this message, oh Goddess, as your loyal supplicant asking for a
modest boon.
I’m not asking for a
general resurrection of the dead.
Not even a
fiery pillar of fire or a sign in the
sky.
And its not just for myself that I make
this humble request.
Let’s just start
by not canceling their internet accounts when they die.
If it works well, we can expand it to all -
yes, Alex the great, typing out a message on a keyboard (or whatever you use
over there).
Oh Goddess, let everyone who
ever lived hit the send button.
Even Genghis
Khan, Cortez and Hitler (no spamming
Adolph!)
Just
think
We could solve all the murder
mysteries. Who killed the Black Dahlia? Let’s ask
her.
Who shot you, JFK? Was it LBJ or just
Lee Harvey? Please send an email with a cc to
me.
Cleopatra could write an
“Advice to the Lovelorn”
column.
How about a fifth term for FDR? He
could do it all by email, and better too! The possibilities are
endless!
Got something to say to Jesus?
Muhammad? Buddha? Get a reply for only $19.95 a
month.
Not only that. Your dear departed
mother can give you advice every morning until the day you die.
Oops!
Oh well, it’s a great idea
but maybe it needs a little tweaking, oh
Goddess.
************
Oh
soft black night
of unheard
prayer
the lady
walks
and does not
care
she does not know
your path that
guides
nor does she
hear
what darkness
hides
cold and coatless
With windblown hair
The lady walks
her throat is bare
your darkest
street
hides her
fear
the open
doorway
calls her
near
Enter in the warm lit
room
the poets there
Safe now. from the
killers
in the
gloom
Safe in our cellar
Shanna
baldwin
Venice
1959
************
death
of
poets
in
a bombing raid in afghanistan today
u.s.
warplanes accidentally killed nine
children,
it was reported. in a bombing
raid in
afghanistan today u.s. warplanes
accidentally
killed nine children, it was
reported. in a
bombing raid in
afghanistan today u.s.
warplanes
accidentally killed nine children,
it
was
reported...
...the
Lady is a lady, man.
mother of all poets.
Her
children are
precious.
therefore all children
are
precious, as all
children
may be
poets.
five or twenty-five,
or
sixty-five! it don't
matter,
man.
in
Her eyes we're all kids.
ain't that
cool?
that's why She don't
dig
violence,
man.
–Bill
Fleeman
************
From
Kid In
America
by Tony
Scibella
Black Ace Books 6, Passion
Press-Temple of Man 2000
From Part
I
isometrics in the
chair
already smoked 500 millimeters of
cigarette
this
morning
2 irish coffees a couple of reds
snorted some
coke shot of tequila 3 dexi
hearts smoked
some dope valiums 5 deximill
spansules
brandy percodans handful whitecross
bennies
shot some morph darvon for the head
ache
vitimin e washed w/beer group of
yellowstate
the desk blotter liquid methin
the coffee
dunked hashbrownies ready to go to
work now
Posted: Thu - January 1, 2004 at 06:46 PM