User Poetry

[kennyc]

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The Poet of Utah Park


He passes out poems
to passers-by

old men and walkers
and dogs

He captures the sunrise
the sunset and smells

or at least he
thinks he does

in snippets and wholes
in a tiny book

kept safe
in his back pocket



Kenny A. Chaffin - 8/13/13


P.S. I believe this will be the title of my next collection which I'm now putting together.

[Namekuseijin]

hmm, the tiny book I write these snippets into is my smartphone

[kennyc]

(I'm on a Utah Park kick since I've decided it is the title of my next collection)



The Wolf Pack of Utah Park


You hear her wicked witch voice
from somewhere across the park

You can’t see them at all but you know they are near
The Wolf Pack of Utah Park

Your heart skips a beat, anxiety rises
you wish to turn around

The wild Pomeranians, the evil Chihuahuas
the vicious Terrier -- leader of the pack

A poor li’l hunched over man in her evil thrall
does his best to manage three of the wicked brood

but they move like chaos across the walk
they are everywhere at once

As you try to pass she flashes her evil and deadly smile
the Pomeranian nips your ankles, the poodle pisses on your feet

You hear her cackles fade, as you hurry to distance yourself
once again, for one more day, from the Wolf Pack of Utah Park


Kenny A. Chaffin - 8/14/13

[Ken.Hagdal]

A bittersweet tribute to the unsung pixies without whom we wouldn't be talking to each other today.

Disclaimer: It was written when I was using Windows 2000. Windows 8 users should still find the rather harsh conclusion topical.

The Puter Fairy
by Ken Hagal

So young were you, oh, sweet, little, Fairy,
When torn from your Hills, Friends and Family,
By four-eyed troll on a raid from Redmond,
Locked you up in puter, didn't give no reason.

So strained are you oh sweet little Fairy,
as the power quakes you into duty,
Shoving the trons with your sore tiny hands,
Until, switched off, your ordeal finally ends

So brave are you, oh, sweet, little, Fairy.
Peering through screen, never showing Envy,
Pucked Sysyphus of the Silicon Age,
Enduring, silent, your nameless Outrage

But dumb are you, oh, sweet, little, Fairy.
Loading yourself, like a bleached Blondie,
With extraneous loads of bugs and Spam,
Unaware how to us these bytes do Harm.

Are you really sweet, little Fairy?
Wouldn't you by any chance find it Funny?
To leave us dazed with our mouth wide Gapping,
As you crash' ours of work without Rueing

Does it matter oh, sweet, little Fairy
Should your case anyhow call for Mercy?
Sooner than later, you're bound to yank a Nerve.
It seems you're getting the Fate you Deserve.

[kennyc]

Welcome to user poetry Ken. Good one!

[Ken.Hagdal]

you Kenny.

[Namekuseijin]

morning, folks




a slow day begins
and the blankets are heavy:
the sun behind clouds




guess not all that original

[kennyc]

a slow day begins
and the blankets are heavy:
the sun hides his face

[Namekuseijin]

Originally Posted by kennyc

a slow day begins
and the blankets are heavy:
the sun hides his face

that's even better!

though it sacrifices a bit of objectivism haiku are known for in favor of westerners' taste for figures of speech ;-)

[kennyc]

I'm a free-range haiku maker.

[Namekuseijin]

not sure the most appropriate of hours, but it occurred to me in the morning. go figure



the living dead



a poem is like a virus
neither living nor dead
it doesn't move
it doesn't breath
under heaps and heaps
of earthen material
under tons of rotten dust
all wrapped up
in crumbling yellow pages
it awaits

it then spreads
as soon as you touch it
it still doesn't breath at all
but it inspires you
and then disseminates



. . .



a poet is like a zombie
neither living nor dead
it moves but goes nowhere
it's breath, long taken away
under heaps and heaps
of dead poet corpses
under tons of rotten dust
all wrapped up
in ragged yellow pages
babbling and gushing non-sense
it awaits

it then awakes
as soon as it smells
your fresh brain
it's inspired by your fear
but one bite suffices
and it disseminates
then all the babbling and gushing
starts to make sense



I'd appreciate any spelling errors or the like corrected

[kennyc]

Infectious! Well done.

[Namekuseijin]

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shining in the sky
neither star nor firefly:
love on an errand



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[Namekuseijin]

Originally Posted by Patricia

'Manage Attachments'
--Would it were so simple
Away from the screen.

awesome

yes, I know this author is not among us anymore

[kennyc]

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Opened Ground


I find a dead spider
inside the cover of my
Seamus Heaney collection

flattened like a pressed flower
and looking not unlike
a small brown rose

I wipe him away
but a stain remains
just above the title


Kenny A. Chaffin – 8/30/2013
(Seamus Heaney died 8/30/2013)