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FPulver
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Joined 16th Sep 2013
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Poetry Contest

Put yourself in there shoes
Tonight I thought about homeless veterans and they deal with the horrors of war when they come home. I want you to put yourself in there shoes and see what they see through their thoughts and eyes.

mischief_cheesecak
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I really like this topic idea to do, I have a question if there are any rules that needs to be followed like limited amount of words,or pnly poem & prose, or can we write anything (short story,lyrics, etc...) just making sure but I would love to participate

<3 Jess <3

Austin_Rura
Austin Rura
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does it have to be a new poem?

johnrot
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one day we all miss pete

hey Luther        
fire up that saxophone up on the fifth floor balcony        
I ain't doin nothin but sitting around here tryin        
to play out another broken heart        
man the quarter has changed        
i just brush it off my shoulders        
fire up a smoke        
flip my collar        
and wander        
       
the trashcan alley cats are skinnier this month        
more winter rain        
leaves less warm food in the dumpsters        
yo i know this one guy named Pete        
who is gonna be so fuckin famous!        
he's my favorite lyricist        
he just needs a call from his daughter        
ever since the V.A. cut off his disability        
she has'nt been comin around much        
       
he's no casanova      
       
but man can he wine and dine a paragraph        
from every consonant to vowel to slippery syllable        
to horrible heartfelt truth you did'nt even ever really wanna know        
yeh he gets it in        
       
i thought about splitting one of my scores        
with this hooker i'm a bit too familiar with        
to have her call the payphone down on 6th and marek        
and i'd run to the alley behind marqueze's bistro        
and yell pete!!!!!        
       
it's cornelia  man!!!    
cornelia who???????    
conrnelia marie!!!!!!!!          
that half eaten croissant can wait        
cmon bro her dime        
let's go        
       
i would have scripted her to say all the right lies        
like don't worry i know        
no matter what it's alright        
off course we'll get together soon        
       
just to try to get him back on his feet        
encourage him        
a lil bit        
to provide something for someone        
i think that's what he needs        
the most lucrative commodity in these parts        
hope        
that maybe if people we're riding his ticket        
just because he ran into some money        
he would still feel just a lil        
loved        
       
but i'd hate it if someone        
tricked me into thinkin god was on the phone        
and would like to finally review        
a few of my notes        
and i need all the scores i can get nowadays to myself        
so i don't        
i bum him a few smokes        
and make my way up to the pub on 12th        
       
see genine on the way        
not the lame comic        
this one has 1 less double chin        
and has played a much more tragic part        
than any that other talentless actress could ever aspire to    
       
       
genine plays a mean guitar        
but she ain't doin nothin but sitting around here gettin older        
i love her song about Pete        
about how one day she makes her way back downtown        
and he's nowhere to be seen        
maybe absence does make the heart grow fonder  
 
bout time Pete....      

Zazzles
Broomie
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Wow Jr, deep really deep.

FlakyPorcupine
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Posting in here because I really want to try to write one up.

poet Anonymous

Bob

We'd go trout fishing in the Smokies
he could find a honey hole and read tracks like a native
on rare occasions i'd see the kid who left for the war
he gave his life for the cause no matter what his pulse said
because mostly he'd talk about shooting ice water in his veins
for the sensation at least if he had nothing else
those needles of morphine had been his only friends
when the rest of them became communist casualties
of a failed democracy

sometimes he'd pull up a fish and grin like he'd used magic
with eyes squinting in the sunshine like he was young again

other times he'd hear a noise that set off the nerves
and the flashbacks
there were Vietcong behind every bush for all he knew

and a house to maintain would have been too much
with benefits that seemed meant to mock
so he'd walk
sometimes he'd get in touch
and fishing was the least of what he taught me

JohnFeddeler
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      cardboard kingdom


a superhero doesn’t need a worksong.
he rushes into burning buildings & brings out every
grateful tenant unharmed. he swoops down & grabs
in his arms the pretty girl who has somehow fallen
off a cliff, then flies into space to deflect a meteor on
a collision course with Earth. they hang medals around
his neck, & the damsels whose distress he has vanquished
show their appreciation with lavish kisses.

when the black man sings about workin’ on the chain gang,
the guy with the sore back moans about loading 16 tons,
the tubercular crew stumbles reluctantly toward another
shift, workin’ in the coal mine, I know those songs. the tunes
are etched in my soul, ‘cause I never was a hero.

on a dusty shelf in an abandoned library, is the book that
nobody reads. soiled cover containing crumbling parchment
pages, mouldering binding, ink blurred & streaked:
the book of my life.

I’ve walked thru jungles with strong men who have shaken
the mountains with their trembling, & shattered the sky,
broken every star, with their screams.

when I look back over the years of my arduous journey, I see
clearly the reason for the trials of my past, & of my future:
the hourglass is cracked,
and the sands of time run red…

it’s been said that on the shining day of that final
Judgement, when we all march into heaven, the first shall
be last & the last first. If that’s true, I will be at the head
of that broken parade.





FPulver
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Joined 16th Sep 2013
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no, just open your heart. I am submitting one today, that is not too long but is right to the point.

FPulver
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 16th Sep 2013
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submit what ever your want to submit. Please let it be your work.

FPulver
Twisted Dreamer
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excellent work so far

FPulver
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Homeless Vet

What you get is what you see
Every day you pass by me
I wonder what thoughts are going through your head
When you see me lying down on my concrete bed
I can see your thoughts running through your mind
“What in the hell is this man living a life that is so confined”

Yes I know these thoughts very well
Because I thought the same way before I went to a place I call hell
You walk by and just stare
I know that you just don’t care
Well it hurts me to see you walk by me everyday
And act like you don’t even care as you hurry away

Only if you can see thing s that I’ve seen and done
Then you finally might understand where I coming from
It is a place that you will never know
But it is a place that less than 1% of America will ever go
Only if you can see thing s that I’ve seen and done
Then your thoughts might be a different one

That is a place I call hell is war
If I could have seen my future in front of me then I probably would not have joined the Corps
My life is full of memories that have turned me from being mentally strong to mentally weak
only if you could take the time to stop and speak
Then you can see what I have gone thru
To make this place a better place for me and you

viollette
Lost Thinker
Zimbabwe
Joined 14th Apr 2014
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“The whiskey on his breath sometimes chokes them
Drinking has become his friend and his lover.
His clothes smell of cheap roadside cigars
His lips are cracked” so they say, but so is my heart.

They seem to be afraid of me; “That is the war bastard”
Little girls scream and run away some stop and stare when I pass by.
A deep black scar carved on my face, I got it from the Irish lad
I should be getting the praise. I won the war for them.

Look at him, “His castle is made of cardboard
His folded hands a pillow.”
They did not see me on the battle field
They did not see me fighting for their sorry lives.

I hear their voices in the wind
Now that I have no legs they call me useless.
I live on the streets day and night
I have no home you see; the homeless veteran
Veteran……they do not even realize.

their eyes say it all
their faces show it all
they are disgusted by me
they say I'm like a stain you see

is this what i left home for
and burnt in the desert sun?
i fought well i don't deny
just to lose everything and everyone i had for you to spit in my face in the streets as you walk on by!!


FPulver
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 16th Sep 2013
Forum Posts: 57


violet very deep.... sure you are nor homeless

mischief_cheesecak
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The day I returned home
They called me their Hero
The strong one from beyond
If they only knew
What lies with in

I awake from a sweaty dream
It haunts me every night
The gun powder residue still lingers in the air
It feels like I'm still there

The paranoia arises on more days than one
Left
and
Lost
Without help
Am I returning back
to the deserts of hell?

The doc says I'm healthy
My therapist says I'll make it
But my mind tells me other wise

Feeling like this everyday
Is draining me more then when I was away
The duty to save others, besides myself
was appreciated to my country
but the mission has changed
a 360 towards me
Realizing I'm here were I need to be
I'm finally home
and free



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