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Upfront with the Board
I know the board. I know when to stop. I know when I hear No. I know the ins and outs... I know the board Not altogether. Who's not judging who? I know it has rules for a truly Cool fellow. I's to front! For an interview. please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, no! yes, yes, yes, yes, no, yes, no, yes, yes! The irony, I'm hired.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
"Get The Trash Out to Bins". Content Warning.
Get The Trash Out to Bins To Never Come Back Again "I" am authoring this poem in first person using "I". This story is not just about me. It reflects our society, and to whomever it resonates with now. "I" am happy with glee.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Wither and Fade
Don’t give me things that wither and fade Give me the grass that has strong blades Give me a song that draws me hither Don’t dither and doubt
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Allen Ginsberg: Voice of the Beat Generation
Early Life and Influences Born on June 3, 1926, in Newark, New Jersey, Irwin Allen Ginsberg grew up in a family steeped in literary and cultural consciousness. His father, Louis Ginsberg, was a poet and high school teacher, while his mother, Naomi, was a politically active member of the Communist Party and suffered from severe mental illness, including paranoid schizophrenia. Naomi’s struggles profoundly influenced Ginsberg's work, particularly in his haunting poem Kaddish, which chronicles her life and death with heartbreaking candor.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Not a Normal Job Interview
The interview began that day In front of twenty-four. My nerves were shot to pieces as he opened up the door. *
By Simon Aylwardabout a year ago in Poets
Succinct
It started with a smile Sealed with a wink Oh, to be succinct How do you put all your love into one day When it’s as broad as a rainbow
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Maya Angelou: The Voice of Resilience and Empowerment
Early Life and Challenges Maya Angelou was born as Marguerite Annie Johnson on April 4, 1928, in St. Louis, Missouri. Her older brother, Bailey Jr., nicknamed her "Maya," derived from calling her "My Sister." Her childhood was marked by turbulence and trauma. At the age of eight, Maya was sexually assaulted by her mother’s boyfriend. Following this, she stopped speaking for nearly five years, believing her words had caused his death after he was killed shortly after she revealed what had happened. During this period of silence, she developed a deep love for literature, memorizing works by Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, and Black poets like Paul Laurence Dunbar.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Not Your Grandma's Knitting
Stab it Wrap it throw it in the grave this is not what my grandma taught me to say when knitting but it makes me laugh
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Free For All
Joy has me bouncing off the walls Dancing and just having a ball So much to be shared Join in if you dared Choosing joy it's a free-for-all
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Guilty Pleasure
* I’ll settle for maybe I’m so crazy in love All for you, honey Because you’re the one A brand new religion Where admission is free
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I Can't Feel My Face, But My Feelings Hurt
* Ghosted by the world It's the thought that counts, anyway I'm still relevant
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
News Flash
fine lines and cover-ups free time and pickup trucks bad rhymes just short on luck sweet limes in whiskey cups soft eyes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets