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Pusher

have patience for a i am the pusher
of your dreams
the wheelbarrow of your ideas
glazed by your tears
beside those
black wild chickens
have courage for soon you shall rise
above my little spring

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Wheelbarrow

a wheelbarrow
is a mere wheelbarrow

even if it is not
red or glazed
with rain water

it is
what it is
just a wheelbarrow

but look beneath
ourselves in the forest of our wanderings

there are trees there
growing in the dampness of darkness
looking for light

a river comes flooding
that is where

meaning sprouts
upsurging emotions
now without walls coming before your fences

a wheelbarrow
is not the same wheelbarrow anymore

emotions
your emotions made it
for not what it is

transmutation
from William to you and this world
looks not familiar
anymore

petals of meanings
red so real
thorns and stalks and dews

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Pusher

(1970) Hoyt Axton
You know I smoked a lot of grass,Oh Lord
And I popped a lot of pills
But I never did touch nothing
That my spirit couldn't kill
You know I see a lot of people walkin' round
Here with tombstones in their eyes
'Cause the pusher don't care
Child if you live or if you die
God damn on the pusher, yea yea
I said God damn him
God damn him, pusher man
You know the dealer
I said the dealer is a man
With lots of love racks in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Good God, oh Lord he's my natural man
You know the dealer
The dealer takes a nickel lord
And sells you lots of sweet dreams
And lord knows we need lots a sweet dreams
But here comes the pusher
Takes your body and leaves your mind a screen
God damn on the pusher
I said God damn the pusher
He's not a natural man
You know the dealer takes a nickel
And he sells a box of sweet dreams
But he pusher takes your body
He takes your body
He takes your body
And he leaves your mind a screen
God damn him
God damn him, God damn him
God damn him, God damn the pusher
If I were the president, hear me, of this land
I'd declare totale war on the pusher man
Gimme now, now
I'd shoot him if he stands
I'd cut him if he runs yea
I'd kill him with my Bible
My razor and my gun
God damn him, God damn him
Oh, the pusher
God damn the pusher man

song performed by by Nina Simone
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Pusher

(1970) hoyt axton
You know I smoked a lot of grass,oh lord
And I popped a lot of pills
But I never did touch nothing
That my spirit couldnt kill
You know I see a lot of people walkin round
Here with tombstones in their eyes
cause the pusher dont care
Child if you live or if you die
God damn on the pusher, yea yea
I said God damn him
God damn him, pusher man
You know the dealer
I said the dealer is a man
With lots of love racks in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Good god, oh lord hes my natural man
You know the dealer
The dealer takes a nickel lord
And sells you lots of sweet dreams
And lord knows we need lots a sweet dreams
But here comes the pusher
Takes your body and leaves your mind a screen
God damn on the pusher
I said God damn the pusher
Hes not a natural man
You know the dealer takes a nickel
And he sells a box of sweet dreams
But he pusher takes your body
He takes your body
He takes your body
And he leaves your mind a screen
God damn him
God damn him, God damn him
God damn him, God damn the pusher
If I were the president, hear me, of this land
Id declare totale war on the pusher man
Gimme now, now
Id shoot him if he stands
Id cut him if he runs yea
Id kill him with my bible
My razor and my gun
God damn him, God damn him
Oh, the pusher
God damn the pusher man

song performed by by Nina Simone
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Miss Reid's Speed Seeds Misread Red Weed Barrow Greed Screed

Miss Reid's Speed Seeds Misread Red Weed Barrow Greed Screed

So much depends upon callow Monsanto’s
arrow minded rein reign
glazed with gain and, again, phrased with pain,

wheedling sallow farmers who see red
forced to furrow b[l]ushels of transgenic sterile crop seeds
on narrow plain
lots which soon lie fallow
rather than wide marrow
raised with rain
and fertile appetizers

Need greed's speed weed reeds
beside white ants’
terror might nest?

Fazed again, who chickens out of errors?

12 October 2009 robi3_1928_will5_0006 PVW_JNX
Parody William Carlos Williams 1883_1963 The Red Wheelbarrow

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon
a red
wheelbarrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens

William Carlos WILLIAMS 1883_1963

WILLIAMS William Carlos 1883_1963 will5_0001_will5_0000 PXX_NXX The Red Wheelbarrow_So Much Depends
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The Yellow Goldfish

so much depends
upon
a yellow gold
fish
washed down with bowl
water
inside the white
kitten

William Carlos Williams’s Cat

Henry BEARD 1945_20xx bear1_0009_will5_0001 PXX_NXX
Parody William Carlos Williams 1883_1963 The Red Wheelbarrow

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The T.V. Guide

So much more depends
upon
a universal remote
control
sitting on a coffee
table
beside the TV
Guide

Chris CLOKE 19xx_20xx clok1_0001_will5_0001 PVW_JXX
Parody William Carlos Williams 1883_1963 The Red Wheelbarrow

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An Apology

Forgive me
for backing over
and smashing
your red wheelbarrow.

It was raining
and the rear wiper
does not work on
my new plum-colored SUV.

I am also sorry
about the white
chickens.

Frances Jean BERGMANN 19xx_20xx berg1_0001_will5_0001 PWX_DJX
Parody William Carlos Williams 1883_1963 The Red Wheelbarrow

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The Red Cadillac

Willie 'Slick' Williams reads William Carlos Williams, then writes a letter to the producers of the TV makeover show 'Pimp My Ride', explaining why his car should be featured on the program.'

so much depends
upon

a red cadillac
slick

with turtle
wax

beside the white
chicks

Reginald O'Hare GIBSON 19xx_20xx gibs2_0001_will5_0001 PXX_MXX
Parody William Carlos Williams 1883_1963 The Red Wheelbarrow

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Grey Computer

so much depends
upon
the grey
computer

with its internet
resources

on the desk
beside my homework.

2008 Filippa ENNERFELT 19xx_20xx enne1_0001_will5_0001 PVW_MXX
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Homeland Security Advisory System

nothing depends
upon

a red seal
blaring

phrases of high
terror

on the blue
website

September 2006 Jay SCOTT 1960_20xx scot4_0001_will5_0001 PVX_JXX
Parody William Carlos Williams 1883_1963 The Red Wheelbarrow

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Man's Pride For Safety

while it maybe true
that the red wheelbarrow
does not allow the rain
to drench it in inferiority
but it is the master farmer
that finally decides
whether it should rust
under the rain or not

on the other hand the
wheelbarrow knows that the
master farmer loves
whatever redness it has
even the accumulating rust

the white chickens though
preoccupied with the grains
knew all these glazes

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Civet

At night a civet
sneaks around in the chicken pen,
biting Bantam-fowls, big white Leghorns
and every chicken
that it finds dead.

At sunrise it is gone,
with dead chickens lying in a row
while those that it could not find
are cackling frightened
as if a snake is in their nests.

In the mornings mom is way past angry,
buys a spring trap
to catch the chicken thief red handed
and to me the teeth
that springs shut
looks strange and deadly.

The spring trap is set
but the wild cat is far too clever
for that thing and sneaks past
night after night,
until mom gets wolves poison
that she mixes with the guts
of one of the dead chickens.

The next morning
the grey civet
(just a little bigger than the housecat)
with its black stripes covering its body,
lies rigid and stretched out
and around it
the chickens are pecking in peace.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Poetry Is Not Just Feelings

i have long said
that there is no definition to poetry
it is
sui generis, a class of its own,
a evolution of meanings and a transfiguration of words
into substances beyond
the limitations of our minds,
if you say that poetry is feelings
what is then
those that we have not even felt and yet
strikes us as
poetic?

an enlightenment for instance
a divine revelation handed in a dream
in the form of metaphors

what about those that strike us
like a red wheelbarrow glazed with the rain
beside those white chickens?

what about those live frogs in the imaginary gardens
of our minds?

what about a new philosophy of life?
or the promiscuity of the glands?

there are no boxes that can contain all these
in one container

let the poem be just a river
going anywhere
let it just be the sea taking us anywhere
let it be the waves
to and fro arriving everywhere

or what? you name it, you 'll have it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rise, Rise to the Occasion

Rise, rise to the occasion
Rise, rise to the invitations of life
Oh rise, rise to the music of joy
Uh rise, rise to the victory over strife!

This is the time for you to march forward
Oh son of the Mighty! Valor is the key
This is the urgency to show courage abundant
Oh daughter of Energy! Courage is the key

Rise, rise to the tide and rise to the low
Defeat lethargy and defeat fear
Mind the goal and attain it
The guts are here and the glory is here

Face the challenge, embrace it
Cross the puddles and the furrows
Calm the heart and fight the battle
Celebration’s for you – not the sorrows

Rise, rise then, rise O bright!
Rise, rise then to the right
Tire not, rise till the end of the path
Rise, rise then to all the might!

poem by Bhaswat Chakraborty
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It Matters Not to the Red Wheelbarrow

The red wheelbarrow doesn’t care
that it is rusty from rain

The chickens, however,
hate the taste
of the rust

So much
depends
on their eggs

poem by Mary Havran
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Epitaph on an Unread Verse after William Carlos Williams' Red Wheelbarrow

This is just to play on plum phrases
hibernating in your brainbox,
which your neurones were probably waiting for
to break free fast.

Forgive me their taste is delicious,
so neat and so bold.

An agèd poet with hollow laughter
swiftly sprayed her incisive syllables
in consonant activity and, yearning,
paid [s]lip service:

so much depends
upon lifelong learning's expectations,
an unread verse [s]pokes for comments,
reigns above lily-livered chicken-hearted critics
before a blank screen.

so much more depends
upon monochromatic ash clouds
glazed with silicates
beside Icelandic
eruptions.

Life is verse role-reversing uninclined ignorance
shadowing dis...inclined ink lined page.

(Revised 3 October 2009 and19 Aptil 2010)

This is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
William Carlos Williams 1883_1963

Variation on a Theme by William Carlos Williams
1 I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer. I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do and its wooden beams were so inviting.

2 We laughed at the hollyhocks together and then I sprayed them with lye. Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.

3 I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten years. The man who asked for it was shabby and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.

4 Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg. Forgive me. I was clumsy and I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!

Kenneth Koch 1925_20

Epitaph on an Unre[a]d Verse after William Carlos Williams

An aged poet with hollow laughter swiftly sprayed her incisive syllables in consonant activity and, yearning, paid [s]lip service:

so much depends
upon lifelong learning's expectations,
an unread verse [s]pokes for comments,
reigns above white chicken-hearted critics
on a blank screen.

Life is verse role-reversing uninclined ignorance
shadowing an inclined ink lined page.

(Parody William Carlos Williams Epitaph AND The Red Wheelbarrow written 14 September 2008)

Epitaph

An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high bright tendrils
and sang:

Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood's edge.
William Carlos Williams 1883_1963

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon
a red
wheelbarrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
William Carlos Williams 1883_1963

The Yellow Goldfish

so much depends
upon
a yellow gold
fish
washed down with bowl
water
inside the white
kitten

William Carlos Williams' Cat Henry BEARD Parody William Carlos Williams The Red Wheelbarrow

The T.V. Guide

So much more depends
upon
a universal remote
control
sitting on a coffee
table
beside the TV
Guide

Chris CLOKE - Parody William Carlos Williams The Red Wheelbarrow

An Apology

Forgive me
for backing over
and smashing
your red wheelbarrow.

It was raining
and the rear wiper
does not work on
my new plum-colored SUV.

I am also sorry
about the white
chickens.
Frances Jean BERGMANN
Parody William Carlos Williams The Red Wheelbarrow

The Red Cadillac

Willie 'Slick' Williams reads William Carlos Williams, then writes a letter to the producers of the TV makeover show 'Pimp My Ride', explaining why his car should be featured on the program.'

so much depends
upon

a red cadillac
slick

with turtle
wax

beside the white
chicks
Reginald O'Hare GIBSON 19_20
Parody William Carlos Williams The Red Wheelbarrow

Stuffing WCW

so much depends
upon

sodium erythorbate
and sugar

mixed with salt
water

inside the processed
chickens.
Parody Unknown Author William Carlos Williams The Red Wheelbarrow

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.

poem by Jack Prelutsky
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Dreams

Dreams come in any shape or form
With a positive or negative outcome
You got to believe
In the ideas you conceive

Dreams come and go
Let your thoughts flow
You got to believe
In the ideas you conceive

Dreams can suddenly explode
From novice to advanced mode
Dreams can be boring or be fun
To be real they all need to be worked on

You got to believe
And live with the ideas you conceive
You got to believe
If you give you will eventually receive

Dreams are special
Dreams are emotional
But many a dream
Is only attained as a team

(2007)

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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A Cataract eyed Gardener and a wild Rose

'My dear, you pour me water or tears as I feel the warmth it seems
And do not get upset please as I keep my word forever.'
Wild Rose said faithfully.
'I am a poor deserter Rose and how do we live together happily? '
Cowardice Gardener replied.
'That doesn't make any difference my darling
Your wheelbarrow is quite enough for our honeymoon and your humble straw-house really a castle for me.' Wild Rose pacified him kindly.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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After Thoughts About William

did i tell you that in this life what we see is what we get?
like william's
red wheel
barrow

words are things
and things are words
interchangeable

you see what i see
but what i see need not be what you know
and what you know
need not be seen by me

just like a red
wheel
barrow beside the
white
chickens

it is great

behind the lines is this child's death
eyes closing
forever

you stand by the side of the window
helplessly looking somewhere where you become nothing
but
this speck of dust

falling on that red
wheel
barrow glazed by rain
water beside the white chickens

a thought falling
endlessly on a chasm that sinks deep within you

helplessly, you,
just stand there for in truth we are here just to see how things come and go

and then we go too, like the white chickens

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

poem by William Carlos Williams
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Courage's Test

Don't close your eyes on the world
And don't feel down and blue
And know that in this aweful place
There are many who cares for you

So have faith in your ownself
And believe that dreams come true
Because your dreams are shared
By the Gracious Lord, who loves you too

So have courage to walk in
Even in the foggy clouds
And learn to wipe the tears of
All mistrust and the crazy doubts

And then surely a day will come
When things will be for the best
And then you'll have the courage
To face world with courage's test.

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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The best weapons against the infamies of life are courage, wilfulness and patience. Courage strenthens, wilfulness is fun and patience provides tranquility.

quote by Hermann Hesse
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Coffee Courage

The bitter coffee kicked;
I shook and then I licked
My lips and gave a sigh.

Shattered eyes encouraged,
I nearly had envisaged
Waking up an eye.

Another sip; a jolt –
Not unlike a bolt
Of wattage from the mains.

My sockets under strain,
I tried it once again:
Aha! The light, the searing white –
My God, the bloody pain!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,

Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Have you got the courage?

Have you got the courage?
To deal with personal baggage

Have you got the courage?
To embark on a new voyage

It is crystalline common knowledge
Many a woman born with courage
Has had piffling or no privileges
To travel through life’s hideous passage
And stand stubbornly by her message

Highs but not the lows, If you one of those
Have you got the courage, to end your marriage?

Have you got the courage, to face your fears?
Or experiment with new ideas

Have you got the courage, to say you love me?
And maturely accept if I glee or flee

Have you got the courage, to repair all self inflicted damage
Before your life becomes wastage

Have you got the courage, to learn a new language?
Can you manage with new knowledge?

Have you got the courage, to admit your gruesome rage?
Instead of acting like an actress on stage

Courage comes with age
When priority is no more image
Courage comes with change
Evolving from leadership shortage

In life, at this stage
Courage is something you must engage
It must be clearly visible in every page

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Eggxample

What came first chickens or eggs?
Chickens of course!
Chickens have legs!

Chickens have feathers,
Eggs have a shell,
How would you like your eggs, done well?

This may be a 'yolk',
But consider it folk!

poem by Ernestine Northover
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