"Money" Pink Floyd

Funny, isn't it?
How every time I win you just up and quit
Funny, had to laugh
Turns out that last remark was a must have
It's just poetry, next step love-ins
Pass me that wine jug, drinking binge

Funny, word choice
Stand up tall so we can all hear your voice
Funny, I don't know
Lets all light that high insight for the show
We breathe free, psychedelical, clean air, organic please
After this we'll all branch like trees

Funny, but it's time
Top the bottles, one last jazz bout to quench the mind
Funny, it's the shit
Crowd wants an encore of your big hit
Give them music to meditate, on the road, maybe
Forget about it

Money

Free Write Poem

The Men on the Moon

It's instinct, they say,
To fight when your doomed,
To break one's own back,
While other men's bloomed.

It's history, they say,
As they slowly look back,
Gravity pulling onward,
Time lost in its track.

It's living, they say,
To be stuck rolling forward,
Like winds nip your hide,
Biting, you just march toward.

It's redemption, they say,
To pick up one's pride,
Off the saloon's floor,
Then meander outside.

Urban Silence Poem

Hanged

Swinging like a hanged man in a calm breeze,
Upside-Down to defy old man Gravity,
Roots and Branches trading place,
Ruby's dipped in blood pull toward the earth,
Ripe fruit that inventions judged to grow differently.

IB Art walk Poem

The Reach

Closer than far,
Outstretched preparing.
Do you feel it too?
The atomic touch.
This natural sensation
Ripples out like a nuclear reaction,
Lacing the air like a web in weaving.
This feeling binds us.

Alliteration Poem

Moonshine Massacre

He's a miracle maverick
Drinking misty moonshine.
This medicated Messiah
Mocks man-made monsters
And molests moneybags
Quite modestly.

Personal Photo Poem

The Last Supper

 

Asleep,

With fur like a cloudy sky,

That slowly sifts to paws trudging through snow,

Gently purring a hymn of content,

While whiskers and his tuft of tail twitch,

As if reliving his last kill.

Awake,

His eyes split the clouds,

To reveal fields of grain and grass.

Power condensed into hunger,

Wanders into the kitchen temple,

Giving praise and alms,

To the box of waves,

Following the sacrifice to the alter,

Paws growing, claws reaching,

To steal my heart and chicken wings.

Today,

The clouds met concrete,

For the sun straddled my shoulders,

Upon discovery,

Blood and tears combined,

And flowed out

To quench the pavement.

Photo Poem

To Take the High Road

Parking lots

Pumping out

Paranoia,

Hypnotized

By flashes

Red,

Yellow,

Green.

Metallic messages sprint

Off on all fours.

Yellow and white

Warpaint dashed

Upon that stone cold face,

Direct the drifting thoughts,

From synapse to station,

Over the concrete waves.

Parallel to the rivers,

That savage animal

Runs through my head.

Pumping and pooling,

Circling the drain

Of parking lots.

Turcotte, Jennifer. "Copy of DSCF0081" 14 April 2009. Picture. FHS Poetry 2009. 27 April 2009. http://fhspoetry2009.blogspot.com/

Imagery Poem

Father Time Planted this Garden Back in the Day, or So They Say

 

Windows warped and doorknob rusted,

World once sealed off and kept dusted,

Now ivy creeps to conceal glass,

Towering over jungle grass.

Rainwater beads upon the ground,

From gutters echoing the sound,

Of robins nested in the eaves,

Dining on worms from apple trees.

Oh, Apple trees full bloom in garden,

Forbidden fruit once of Eden,

Now fountains of sweet drink nectar,

Bees discover dance director.

Eden, though lost through centuries,

Manifests in our memories,

Reach up to pluck fruit from the tree,

For in the breakdown there’s beauty.

Favorite poem from book

"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Twinkle Rewrite

Shiny, frosty, tiny light,
As I ponder through the night,
Too far up for man to take,
In the air; burning snowflake,
Fresh cut crystal in my sight,
Yearn to touch you if I might.

So Much Depends Upon

Tiffany

So much depends
Upon,

A fountain's
Water

Composing
Music

To set the mood
For love.

Maryland State Archives."The Victorian Fountain at Government House." 27 August 2007. picture. 

Maryland Government House. 14 April 2009.

http://www.msa.md.gov/msa/stagser/s1259/141/278/html/fountain.html. 

Riddle Poem

Arms stretching, hands high,
Toes digging in the earth.
A welcomed hat for passerby,
Grand from such small birth.

Answer

Terwilliger, John. "Vivid Up Maple Tree." 28 October 2005. Photograph. The Braindead Aesthetic. 6 March 2009. http://wwww.braindeadaesthetic.com/Graphics/shows/NIPclinic/
DSC_0812%20vivid%20up%20maple%20tree.jpg

Found Poem

Toxic King Inpatient's Anti-Nation

Perfect Blooming idiopathic Brain Break
Infective law marketed Toxic government enema
New unique Drug relapse style.
National symptoms
Toxic formula
Opinion Constipation
Toxic Cycle: Chronic abstract Blood Cancer
Quick depth substitution
Long results.
Longer depression?
Toxic Brain Transplant patients
Think Relief
Gain independent time

Lease Brain matter

Two Tone Poem

Look at a night's sky
You will see I am deep blue-
Peaceful and serene
Like an ocean full of waves-
Slowly rising and falling
Rocking life's boat-
Every twenty four hours carefree
About where the current takes me-
Yet my twinkling yellow lights shine
As my stars grow alive and energetic-
Bitter and sweet with the crescent moon
Rocking on the sky's blue sea-
My yellow sun rises inspired and falls optimistic,
Lighthearted about the sour taste of life's lemons-
Yet content as it rows on spreading its warm light.

Acronym Poem

Minds
Aspire to
Reflect
Karma

Millions
Claim
Language
Exist in the
Arctic
North