Archive for the 'Poetry' Category
Thursday, November 1st, 2007
The cactus turns one a week from tomorrow, which is huge. It’s very exciting for us here.
This month’s contest is in honor of our birthday. Pen us a birthday poem. It can be simple, but bonus points will be given if it rhymes. You get an entire month to write it, and the winner will […]
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Sunday, April 8th, 2007
“Boy”
By Peter D. Oliver
i watch this boy topple from atop his bike
he enjoys this calamity
and others of it’s like
he scrapes his knees
chips his teeth
and laughs aloud with wayward glee
concerned and compelled i run to his aid
to attend and console a child most likely afraid
i arrive at the wreckage kneel and ask his name
he replied
” my […]
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Sunday, April 1st, 2007
“Cynthia”
By Peter D. Oliver
cynthia wears fake pearls
it’s like a beacon for the boys
to buy her a drink
and moisten their talons
in her ever aging loins
her mind goes to a place
a million fathoms deep
that place inside all of us
where we let our little child sleep
any given night
she’s reposed in some man’s bed
but only after they got theirs
and […]
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Sunday, March 25th, 2007
“A Wound My Own”
By Peter D. Oliver
i ran and dove into a pool
where there was no me
and there was no you
all i saw was
the mistakes i’ve made
all i’ve lost
in it for eons
i fear i’ll wade
all the love i stole
how i promised to love you
then did, with all my wits, try to destroy myself
until you lose […]
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Sunday, March 18th, 2007
“Call That In for Me, Dear.”
By Peter D. Oliver
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Sunday, March 11th, 2007
“Belial Dreamed”
By Peter D. Oliver
and in our faces evident the signs
of foul concupiscence
all of Heavens grace is laid waste.
for she and me are soppy fools
in love with skin and orifices
not soul and serenity and obedience.
for i am to cut her throat
the one who tempts me
i am to cut my own
the one who compels me.
solid goods […]
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Sunday, March 4th, 2007
“Humbly Be”
By Peter D. Oliver
i am a humble bumble bee
i fly unfettered
i soar free
i’ve gazed river
i’ve skimmed sea
i’ve dreamed fallaciously of what plum’ ed bird i’d be.
as a pensive,humble bumble bee
i float thru memories of both woe and glee
the heart is low within this one
who flies beneath O’ pulsing sun
in these times i muse what […]
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Sunday, February 25th, 2007
“Violinistic”
By Peter D. Oliver
i am older now
and i don’t care for things
women wine and purpose
ever were my masters
ever i their slave
all witnesses to my rise
all bearers at my grave.
too much up the nostrils
too much in the ears
women wine and purpose
seeking my father’s heaven
have made me older than my years.
i am older now
i am bitter now
i […]
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Sunday, February 18th, 2007
“How to operate a Cam-era”
By Peter D. Oliver
in my drawers i find but dust
where once were filed her words of lust
for me who was her knights errant
her tattooed angel
who’d never repent
all she dreamed i was and more
we’d choke each other near death ’s door
until both she and i
could take no more
and a tear always came […]
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Sunday, February 11th, 2007
“I Wanna”
By Peter D. Oliver
i wanna be a poet
and lose and find my love
i wanna be a poet
need no guidence from above
i wanna be a poet
and sit before the sea
transcribe lines given from
the fool inside of me
i wanna be a poet
never wash my hair
wanna be a poet
dine on madness, percs and cocaine
and never have to […]
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Sunday, February 4th, 2007
“Hoodlum Days”
Peter D. Oliver
turn them away in mass
turn them toward their graves
past all the fables
straight thru to the rewards
to the only thing that saves.
knock - knock the door down and take what we want
forever’s not here yet
we’ll see you in heaven
or wherever we end
and that’s where we’ll repay our debt.
there we’ll tell all the stories […]
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Sunday, January 28th, 2007
“Equal Tone”
Peter D. Oliver
all that day i died of woe
and sought dank refuge in earth below
under the sky that was of grey
i loved myself in such a way
that never again would i know such grace
for whom i sought was in my place.
i am he who i thought was God, in my own wink, in my […]
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