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March 27th, 2016

Sharing Poetry Today, Part 1

"Worst-Case Scenario," by Christopher Walsh, 3/24/2016






Assholes will ass, jerks will be jerks,
Ill-humored will de-humor 'til nothing seems funny;
The mean will mean harm and the harm will be mean
Events? They'll go south, quick like a bunny
A worsening worst; the nadir finds new depths
("You thought THAT was bad? AH HA HA HA HA...")
And all will be stunned, left swearing 'til faint
'Cause so much is wrong — when existence goes "BAH."


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Sharing Poetry Today, Part 2

"Incoming Stormcloud Seen During A Walk In SE Portland," by Christopher Walsh, 3/10/2016





A TONGUE OF CLOUD.
...Sounds a little gross, doesn't it?
But it looks powerful, and water-full,
Somehow taking up more sky than expected.
And it seems heavy.
It is, of course. It's ready to shower.
Which a tongue doesn't do, so the image breaks down.
BUT IT WAS APT UNTIL THEN.

...not that you feel poetic as you flee the downpour.



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Sharing Poetry Today, Part 3

"Boots," by Christopher Walsh, 3/10/2016-3/17/2016




Worn,
Rubbed,
Distressed by use:
Boots, stained, well-tied, not loose
Tread? Trod: it's gripped much dirt
And grass and shit and, once, my shirt
(It loosed and fell from 'round my waist
Like it thought "Look! Ground!," and ground it chased)
Sides sunlight-struck, sides water-logged
Still grip my shins; still, feet aren't bogged
-down by earthen odds and ends
And let me hike — a trail wends.


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