Poetry
• ArchiTecTural inDIGESTion - Hal
Bogotch
• Have you seen my son? -
Landi
• I’m goin’ to
Needles - C.V. Beck
• who are we -
Hillary Kaye
• Wake up Venice! -
Stephen Longfellow Fiske
• i believe...
- Anon
• I Am - Vessy Mink
ArchiTecTural
inDIGESTion
By Hal
Bogotch
I will not bow to
Bauhaus
On house of cards
foundation
I will not
fold
When box kites collide with alder
bungalows
I will not take a
dive
Rise to extravagant
heights
take great panes of unstained
glass
I will not
shatter
Opium den drywall tortured
visions
I will not
waver
Erect curiosity to
scale
vinyl-walled monstrosity for
sale
I will
blink
Overblown real estate in heavy
times
I will not
subscribe
Inspired by postal
escalators
Jimmy crack corn cob pipe dream
sheetrock
I will not
cave
When drab monolith meets hoary
mansion
meet porcupine
penthouse
meets silicone buttressed
gable
I take my plans off the
table.
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HAVE
YOU SEEN MY SON?
by
Landi
I am looking for my son, have you
seen him?
Yes my baby boy now a man,
married, a father of two sons living in
Utah.
Yes, the one with the sparkle in
his eyes, beautiful curly hair always laughing, friendly , hard working, kind
and affectionate.
Right he is very
talented, a perfectionist in his
job.
You do know him? Have you seen
him? When was the last time?
It’s
been a few years since I lost him and I am miss him so
much.
I just have his pictures and
memories of the good times we had
together.
He and I, spend weekends
together before he was married watching videos all day, eating popcorn or he
would cook for us. He loves to cook and is good at
it.
He showed you his art work really?
Yes, he has a gift to be an artist he is also is a great mechanic,
self-taught.
I wonder where he went?
How long he’ll be gone? Why he
left?
You heard right he became a
successful roofing contractor and a very good one at that. That was the last
time you saw him? It was for me too.
I
thought I saw him once this man looked just like him but after speaking with him
I knew it wasn’t him. There was no sparkle in his eyes, didn’t
smile, laugh and appeared to be angry and impatient. He tried to convince me he
was my son. But he was only a vessel of my sons body empty of his spirit. I
walked away wiping my tears for it wasn’t him and I wanted him to be so
much.
I’m still looking for my
baby son now a man, have you seen
him?
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I’m
goin’ to Needles
& open a
noodle place
and raise
poodles
won’t need a
boodle
keep your
oodles
don’t need
it
–C. V.
Beck
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who
are we
who
dance
and
sing
and know
not
why
and
have not
wings.
–Hillary
Kaye
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Wake
up Venice!
by Stephen Longfellow
Fiske
Wake up
Venice!
Look what’s
happening!
Venice is being
evicted!
Affordable housing is being torn
down,
replaced by the advancing march of
condo developers
Bulldozers crush
walls
Memories and rich histories ground into
ruin
Families and seniors are
displaced
Corporate greed runs amok over
human need
Venice, once a bastion of
affordable housing,
is becoming
Marina-ized
The free spirit of
Venice,
the artistic, poetic and diverse
character
of this unique outpost by the
sea
is becoming
sanitized
by the prospect of gated
communities
and high-priced
exclusivity
Is this what we
want?
Do we have any voice at
all?
The developers grab the city by the
tail
and swing the yelping mongrel
around
to the tune of their investment
dollars
The
victimized,
those who have lived at the heart
and essence of Venice
are
marginalized,
thrown out, no longer able to
afford to live here
Where do they
go?
Away?
And
slowly but surely as the community is
dismantled
the soul of Venice
dies
Is this what we
want?
Do we have any voice at
all?
Wake up
Venice!
We must stand in the conviction to
stop the eviction!
Draw the line
now!
Draw the line here, at Lincoln
Place.
Join the vigil and the coming actions
to save Lincoln Place,
to save
Venice.
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Hi,
I
would like to submit this poem, if printed please withhold my
name.
I see so many poems that are negative,
and yes unfortunately there is alot to be upset about, but I thought it would be
nice to have a positive angle as
well.
i
believe...
i can plant
beauty
i can plant
love
& watch it
grow.
like the sun gives life to the delicate
seed
that blooms into a beautiful
creation.
i am creating love & beauty
wherever i go,
thanks to
you.
thanks to the love i feel i’m a
part of,
i see it spreading & enveloping
all around me
it’s a part of you &
a part of me
it’s dancing between us
& flowing out.
like the sea tastes the
salt, i can taste what i’ve always
seen
it’s here, it’s
now
love sailing around the
world.
love sailing around the
world
in every heart, in every
mind
love that’s mine to
give
reaching out to every one in
need
it flows into every pore & empty
space
every lonely soul, flowing back
again
to embrace the next
ONE
until every heart is filled with joy
&
every tear replaced with a
smile.
this is my
dream
and it’s coming
true
thanks to
you.
i believe
again
thanks to
You
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I
Am
I am
worthy
I am
woman
I am
strong
I am
certain
I am
free
I’m a
tree
Growing
branches
Of
Infinity.
–Vessy
Mink
Posted: Wed - March 1, 2006 at 05:41 AM