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sensitive-poet

Before he became famous for being the creator of “The Simpsons”, Matt Groening wrote “Life in Hell”, which was a weekly comic that was published from 1977 to 2012. The strip featured anthropomorphic rabbits and a gay couple. Groening used these characters to explore a wide range of topics about love, sex, work, and death. The comics also expressed angst, alienation, self-loathing, and fear of inevitable doom (oh, how appropriate to post this today, when the world is going to end).

Wanting to improve on my poetic skills, I found this hilarious “guide” he wrote about how to be a sensitive poet.

My favorite things in this guide are the suggested subjects to write about, specifically “tree stumps”, and the writing prompts, especially the one, “On the lonely cliff I loiter”. I giggle everytime I see that.

A truly amazing thing is I found a poem that is really good, and it has tree stumps in it. You can check it out here: http://thebatamonblog.wordpress.com/ How funny is that?

I can tell, I’m going to write some awesome poems by utilizing these nifty tips. Let me know if they help you with your poetry writing.

Trisho

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Hold my heart with care
It is fragile

Hold it close to your heart
Let them beat en masse

An affirmation of life
How long will they beat?

It is despairing to me
As I realize it won’t last

Let us enjoy this time
This moment together

Nothing else matters

The world may end today
Or tomorrow…who knows?

No one knows
Only God knows

He keeps his secrets well

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Numb
On the brink
Of a mental meltdown

Trusted you
Waited for you
Realizing you will never take me seriously
The way I feel for you
You don’t feel for me

Stabs me deeply
The pain of knowing
This will never come to be

There is no “us”
Only me
Wishing
Wanting
Hoping

You are so jaded
You won’t forget my transgression
There is no forgiveness
You will never trust me

I am trapped
In limbo
I scream inside
To be set free
Since you won’t have me

Still I am trapped
Cannot move forward
Cannot move backwards

I am left to suffer
Your cruel indifference
I wait and wonder
What will become of me?

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Matt…..wearing funky glasses.

I am so proud of my son….he had at least 20 college hours credit when he graduated from High School. But besides that….he had people who looked up to him.

Here is a poem that an undergraduate wrote to him…..as a senior in High School….it shows how he was looked up to as a person. It makes me proud to know that he had such a great influence on someone elses’ world.

Dear MO,

Its’s been great

you helped me out

When I swam an eight

I started to pout

But you stopped me

Because you know us best

You taught me

That I matter to West

You have rare traits

Motivation, Determination, Kindness

Girls ask you for many dates

Your’re really mindless

High in your class

It won’t be the same

When high-school you pass

Leave us behind; to fame

To a girl with priss

Fame is what you get; to you only a game

How much of us do you miss?

You won’t see me win

STATE with a ten

The parties, the girls, don’t mean much

You drop all those things and see me push?

The LIMITS, the BOUNDARIES, the CAGE in I live

You be richer than George Bush

100% effort you give

How much stronger can you get?

With this level of fit

Work every bit

Your shoes always chill

Always in style

I’m glad I don’t pay that bill

A huge money pile

There’s so much more to say

When I’m tall I’ll be in an ice-bay

You doing real good

Staying alive

Eat lotta food

Shoe-size 2five

Never a mistake

Staying so quiet

You’re no fake

What Others try to take

Only what’s yours

Take a stick slaughter them all

Just a joke, but I’m keeping scores

Hard-style is better than Dub

Only a G could make such noise

Don’t go in a pub

When hanging with your boys

Or get a face rub

On a police car

The world is your toy

This is the many decades of MO

Not a year of Roy

I’ll cry when you go

Always Thankfully Mantis.

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I’m fortunate to have a lot of wildlife around me, even though I live on the outskirts of a large city.  There are several herds of deer that live in my neighborhood, and one morning, I looked out my window and was delighted to see not one, but three little fawns (feasting on my plants…lol, oh well, how can I have a grudge against these little babies?).  I hope you enjoy the photos!

FAWN

Fleeting

Always timid

Wanders

Navigator

Oh dainty doe

You are so graceful

Quietly wandering to and fro

Sometimes you rest under the trees, finding a dry spot from the rain

Waiting out the storm, so that you may continue your plight

The constant quest for food

You are so pleasant to gaze upon

A reminder of all that is ephemeral

One should delight in your presence

And never take for granted

The innocence you bring to the world.

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“A storm builds, and its coming will cleanse the World”

Lo! We have listened to many a story of our forefathers, their splendor of old, their mighty heirs and warrior deeds!  Many a son of warriors old, taken by the forces of savage foes.

Whence came this seed of evil?  Born of a father from Ny-an-za, in the “Dark Continent.”

The mother of evil, from Wi-chi-ta, a far away land named “The New World.”  The seedling to be born a half-breed son.

The young lad had not a decent upbringing;  a father and mother of nomadic ways, he found guidance through a false prophet, who resided in the windy city.

The prophet-noir did instill obscure and profane thoughts into the impressionable young mind.  The lad had sought out strange writings by mad-men; twisted ideas of “taking from one man, to give to another”,  his education grew in the wrong direction- it was too late- he had sealed his fate.

Surrounded by faceless soulless men and women; he learned his craft well, to be a soothsayer and captured the feeble minded through wicked spells of deception.

From humble beginnings, paltry and weak, he grew to a tyrant as time brought change to the world;  he slyly throve under heaven in power and pride.

As he tasted a sip of power he knew, he had to take it all for himself;  nothing to stop him- the lawmakers that were trusted to protect the masses, they also fell victim to his spells.

Woe the fate of a great Republic- sabotaged by this monster!

He had planned his campaign; through any means to take power, to rule over all.  His ideas were to be followed, none may object; strike down those who dare criticize his will.

His rise to the Apex of power came to pass, swift like a thief in the night.  By covert  planning; many opened the doors for him, through nefarious ways.

In his court of advisers; a haggard woman of power, took him for her pawn.  She vouched for him; a lie through and through….that he may be eligible to be supreme leader over all.

Although the contract of the Republic stated only a natural citizen may rule; she convinced the judges, that her words were true.

Once in power, this usurper from the “Dark Continent” needed not abide by the laws.  The oligarchy ruled; looked the other way, when transgressions were committed against the common people.

Those who had power, had committed treason against the Republic; how to annihilate them to restore peace and prosperity through the Great Land?, for which many a brave warrior had met mortality to protect.

Oh the fate of a great nation, only to collapse under such duress!

Everything that was hidden  will be revealed; and as the sun overcomes the darkness, will a new day dawn with grace?

Annihilate– To destroy something

Apex– The highest point of something, the top

Covert– Secret, not intended to be known, seen, or found out

Forefather– Male ancestor, usually one who died long ago

Haggard– Appearing worn, unruly

Nefarious– Evil, utterly immoral or wicked

Nomadic or Nomad- Someone who wanders from place to place

Paltry– Insignificant or unimportant

Profane– Irreverent, showing disrespect for God, any deity or religion

Throve– Past tense of thrive

Treason– Betrayal of country

Tyrant– An absolute ruler who exercises power cruelly and unjustly

Usurper- Seize something without right: to use something without the right to do so

Whence– From where- from what place or source

Definitions from Encarta.com, and The American Heritage Dictionary 3rd edition.

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