Jonathan's Snake
at scout camp
my friend Jonathan caught a snake
everyone crowded around to touch it
I pushed my arm in and squoze
poem by Dallin Bruun
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The Cause of Enmity between Snake and Man
Snake, the first owner of fire.
Dog, the robber of fire.
Man the last owner of fire.
The snake gave birth first to fire.
Thus fire, the first born of snake.
Thus snake, only owner of fire long ago.
One cold evening
The man dying of coldness
The dog seen it master dying of coldness
It went to snake house and begged
The snake, the mother of fire to let
It tail get warm of fire
The snake cordially welcomed the dog
The dog twisted it tail on fire
The tail caught the fire
The dog jumped over the snake in door
Ran quickly to it master, the man
The man took the grass and wood
And lit up the fire
The fire lit up in man’s house
And it extinguished in snake’s house
The snake come to get fire back
But the man attack the snake
The hostility between man and snake
Began then
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Crowded Room
Across a crowded room
I first set eyes on you
My vision was impaired
Obstructed out of view
By those - faces in a crowded room
Them - bodies in a crowded room
Their - breathing in a crowded room
And their - pushing me out
Down the fire escape
In the crowded room I wont touch too much
I felt the punch of a punch
The language was enough
To send me running etc.
song performed by by Xtc
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Boy Scout
I went grocery shopping and offered the use of
my preferred shopper card
to the old man in front of me who forgot his.
I drove my friend to work,
he would've been late.
I let a homeless girl with kid, dog and cat
stay here last night even though
I’m allergic to them.
I pushed with my hands
then pulled with my car
a broke woman
broken down in
downtown traffic
then told her how to fix her car;
I’m a fuckin’ boy scout.
poem by Jon Edward Walker
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The Snake
sometimes
i feel like i want to shed off
all my skin
and molt like a snake
perhaps
to feel what the snake
does
one time there was
a snake under my
bed
it was helpless
as it was molting
i could not
bite
i did not touch
it
i did not mind
it
perhaps
it is the same reason
why people
in the house
too does not mind
me
and never for once
ever touch
me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crowded
Crowded
Spirits walking on the roofs
no fear to fall or slide
no spirit of the dead
that did ever die
it's really crowded in the sky
and crowded in the streets
spouses and sprouts in all houses
crowded in my head am I
crowded in the underground
crowded in my ears
look what i have found;
my face crowded in tears.
Madrason 21 08-2009
poem by Madrason writer
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All the guys called the Olympic Village a high-class Boy Scout camp.
quote by Johnny Weissmuller
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Scene From The Future's Web
Gorilla, man, have played their innings out,
Freeway turned to grass without a doubt
Spider, which waited long, will reign supreme.
Sirens silent, mankind just dust done dream
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall all spiders scout
winging hummers, shawl fly caught, spun scheme
singing drummers' sprawl, spry sought fun theme!
(2 March 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Snake; an oracle of oath
The godless men worship the snake
The godless men take oath in name of snake
And the curse comes upon wrongdoer
The godless men take oath in the name of snake
And blessing rains upon the innocent
The godless men take oath in the name of snake
And snake bitten dead the lair
And snake spare life of the truer
Despite snake answers to godless men
No votive or thank given to snake, the god
So the stopped the men to swear
By it name, snake said men used
Thunder and fire for swearing instead of it name
As snake disowned the godless men
Hex fallen upon
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Poetics
Some from within some from without
without a doubt flow true
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to glow, then grows anew.
Through weaving in and weeding out -
touch intuitions cue -
from phases past fair phrases spin
through threads which more threads brew.
Thus in and out and round about
rhyme climbs as curlicue
expands ideas, wins interest in
both content, form, will woo
the readers who fresh insights scout
both options chosen, those fates glue,
into life's sins, its losses, wins,
would revelation view.
© Jonathan Robin – robi3_0778 written 30 March 2005 revised 20070619 and 20081112 for previous version see below
Poetics
Some from within some from without
without a doubt flow true
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to grow, and then glows too
through weaving in and weeding out -
touch intuitions know
from phases past so phrases last
through threads which more threads sow...
© Jonathan Robin – written 30 March 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Snake, The Fire and The Baby
Snake, the baby’s friend;
Fire the baby’s enemy
How the snake become baby’s friend
How the fire become baby’s enemy.
In one cold morning in the Nile valley
The mother put her baby beside the fire to get warm
And went to work on the farm.
The snake came, bitten the baby’s hand
Flinches, hide under log of firewood
The baby cried shrilly
The mother heard it, came and saw it hand bleeding
“Oouw, what hurt your hand? Mine! Mine!
“Fire! Mama! ” The baby answered
.The mother hipped her baby, went to healer
The snake heard what the baby said in it hideout,
It remorse for it vilest act
Hissed a expletive not to harm a baby forever
That’s why it play with babies without harm in Nile Valley,
Villages when their mothers are absent
The fire heard what the baby said.
And become furious of being scapegoat
For snake execrable luck in the world
And kindled expletive to harm the baby.
That’s why it burn baby hands everyday
When touch it red tongue.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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My Friend...
Hatred filled me up
Lost! ...Give me a map
Seen a friend I named HOPE
Though my friend does not dope
My friend's always up high
I always keep an eye
My friend is tough
My friend doesn't cough
My friend can't laugh
Everytime i see my friend
I can see the solution for my problem to end
Smile i could send
My friend is the only one i want to hang
My friend is not a snake, My friend don't have a fang
My friend soon, I will hang to you
NO my friend, not when i'm blue
It'll be when i get so bored w/ happiness
As well as with loneliness
When i'm plainly who i am
and everyhting seems calm
My friend, it wil be so soon
and i will be your own
my friend hope,
who doesn't dope
but my friend is a special ROPE.
poem by Aez NewHeller
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Sonnet: The Desert-war
Two Eagles want a mouse as Baghdad’s King!
The Desert -Snake is too wily to swoop:
Once he is gone, they can have anything,
From oil and gasoline to camel-soup!
They encircled the Snake in the desert!
The Snake is swift and appears like mirage!
His oil-wells burn the two intruders' heart;
They cannot turn so fast to be his phage!
The Eagles know the Desert-Sun is hot!
They know they cannot bear the heat for long:
They take a risk but don't want to be caught;
They cannot take the country for a song!
The Eagles may be Kings of their own skies!
The Desert-Snake rules, though on belly lies!
poem by John Celes
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Simple Simon
Simon found love, in love he thinks he found himself
Only has a heart for her and her alone
He walks down crowded streets and doesn't feel alone
Oh, never alone
Walks in space with his feet firmly on the ground
Camp on love sign people I talk about
Johnny knows love song people I talk about
Simon, oh oh oh
Simon, oh oh oh
Camp on love sign people I talk about
Johnny knows love song people I talk about
Simon, oh oh oh
Simon, oh oh oh
Well she's just a simple girl, yeah
Spends her time on crossword games and cigarettes, ah
She lives all alone in a military zone where sam's can't get in
Facts and evidence, she probably give you no clues away
No clues away
Camp on love sign people I talk about
Johnny knows love song people I talk about
Simon, oh oh oh
Simon, oh oh oh
Camp on love sign people I talk about
Johnny knows love song people I talk about
Simon, oh oh oh
Simon, oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Camp on love sign people I talk about
Johnny knows love song people I talk about
Simon, oh oh oh
Simon, oh oh oh
Camp on love sign people I talk about
Johnny knows love song people I talk about
Simon, oh oh oh
Simon, oh oh oh
Simon found love, in love he thinks he found himself
Only has a heart for her and her alone
He walks down crowded streets and doesn't feel alone, oh never alone
Walks in space with his feet firmly on the ground
Camp on love sign people I talk about
Johnny knows love song people I talk about
Simon, oh oh oh
Simon, oh oh oh
Camp on love sign people I talk about
Johnny knows love song people I talk about
Simon, oh oh oh
Simon, oh oh oh
Submitted by Michael Hack
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Policeman
so strong, yet so weak, so many nay so few
in a society that's so plenty, where everybody is free
they bring peace, so that each one will ease, the
chaos it exist
i look on you, as a person i know, to stand in me,
when time in need and in trouble a head, willing to
hold in my trembling hand, for you i trust, i am
safe in your hand i stand
we look up you as a boys scout in the past, always
ready anytime of the day even, in night you guard us
in the path, for you're a scout who protects more than
us
a bright future you restore, when everybody is sure,
that your presence is always there watching our safety
that is care, make us confident as we walk in every
street and stay at home of the day, our heart feel it easy,
for our hero is with me
every hour of the day, our lives need a friend, somebody
that we can depend upon, and can be always be a friend
who stand even everybody is gone.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Land of Story-Books
At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And do not play at anything.
Now, with my little gun, I crawl
All in the dark along the wall,
And follow round the forest track
Away behind the sofa back.
There, in the night, where none can spy,
All in my hunter's camp I lie,
And play at books that I have read
Till it is time to go to bed.
These are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes;
And there the river by whose brink
The roaring lions come to drink.
I see the others far away
As if in firelit camp they lay,
And I, like to an Indian scout,
Around their party prowled about.
So when my nurse comes in for me,
Home I return across the sea,
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of Story-books.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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I Went High
I went high
Only to fly
Touched the peak
But felt unable to speak
She caught my hand
To show as if to be a friend
Pushed back to the ground
To dream about beautiful end
She is sky
So you can only try
You can't touch
But only in dream as such
She is willing
But her silence is killing
She says 'no' and 'yes'
But where and how to trace
She is lovely and beautiful
But may not make me successful
She has kind smile
I have to wait meanwhile
She may come round
Only to be found
So near and whisper
'Come on dear' I am near
Hear me and act
This is fact
I love you but can't
So feel no sad and react
I can give you my wings
You can relax and sing
Remember me and my face
There is lot more yet in race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If I Ever Was a Snake
If I was a snake, my eyes would be green,
I would wander the land and look real mean.
If I was a snake, I'd know how to sting,
Despite all the trouble it would bring.
If I was a snake, I'd be red and gold,
I would slither and slather and eat my mice cold.
If I was a snake, I'd rattle my tail,
But I'd be polite and never go to jail.
If I was a snake, I'd slide on my tummy,
Hamsters and mice would be real yummy.
If I was a snake, I'd live on the ground,
Sleeping and snoring 'till I was found.
I would never learn how to rake,
If I ever was a snake.
poem by October Bradley
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The Snake Man
Slither and Slide
Along the ground they Glide
Looking for somewhere to Hide
And this is Worldwide
So in every little Hole
It's not always a Mole
So you have to have Control
Thats why we have the 'Snake Patrol'
It's the Snake Man
In his little Minivan
He'll russel them Out
We should not Stick About
The snakes were all Caught
And then they were Brought
Far far away
To Live another day
poem by David Darbyshire
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With A Downsizing Subsidized
Opps!
Caught in the middle of being super critical.
Opps!
Caught in the middle of being super critical.
Opps!
Caught in the middle of being super critical.
Sitting in the middle and being hypocritical.
They use denial in attempt to disguise...
With a minimizing done to be felt inside.
With a downsizing subsidized tried,
With a hiding pushed aside.
But what is scooped...
Can not be duped to opps!
As they sit in the middle,
Knowing they are hypocritical.
Opps!
Caught in the middle of being super critical.
Opps!
Caught in the middle of being super critical.
Opps!
Caught in the middle of being super critical.
But what is scooped...
Can not be duped to opps!
With a downsizing subsidized,
And pushed aside!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scapegoat - Minimus Stuck - Fragment Abramic
...continuously caught
as the ram redundant among
thorns, horn pushed, blood
ignored, to come more itself,
or other, to kindred bodies
entangled, sacrificed by
thorn, first born.
I am caught up in the matter.
poem by Warren Falcon
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