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jeans & leather
how many of us sit in a lonely room
at a lonely computer
writing lonely, lonely poems
mine rebel at being confined,
so i dress them in faded blues, motorcycle boots,
black t-shirts, distressed leather jackets,
don’t forget the sunglasses
& they rush out the door
like runaways, to shatter the night
rattle the lethargy
make a noise that matters…
dance your tragedies in the street
drink to the passion of rebels
bind with others of your kind –
Sybarites in the gala of Cotytto’s moon
* stain * the * sky * with * fireworks *
make little poem babies
agonize the world
with lonely songs…
Published 10th Dec 2013
| Edited 3rd Nov 2015
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10th Dec 2013 12:51pm
10th Dec 2013 2:34pm
Very nice!
"make little poem babies
agonize the world
with lonely songs..."
Love this John! ;)
"make little poem babies
agonize the world
with lonely songs..."
Love this John! ;)
10th Dec 2013 2:34pm
Continually you are blazing and branding our emotions with your poetry commotions, I'm loving it in blues style ;)~*;*;*
Anonymous
10th Dec 2013 3:30pm
JohnFeddeler,
Exactly! If you are going to go through the pains of birth, why keep them underneath the crib!
tornado
Exactly! If you are going to go through the pains of birth, why keep them underneath the crib!
tornado
10th Dec 2013 8:52pm
Juicy, extremely colorful, articulate, and poignant.
With you every word of the way!!!
With you every word of the way!!!
10th Dec 2013 11:02pm
John this was a very inventive write I love how you dress up your poems and let them raise hell making poem babies.. put a big smile on my face :) much love Crim
Anonymous
11th Dec 2013 7:00am
Terry Rodgers art is a perfect accompaniment for the stained sky blazoned with lonely poems from lonely hearts.
Poem babies...I think i'll mull about that a bit :)
Poem babies...I think i'll mull about that a bit :)
11th Dec 2013 9:15am
Beautiful analogies within this and a great message ...
... the title drew me in because I'm a thrift store junkie always scouring for leather biker jackets and they do bring a sense of adventure
LSP
... the title drew me in because I'm a thrift store junkie always scouring for leather biker jackets and they do bring a sense of adventure
LSP
Anonymous
11th Dec 2013 2:19pm
yes! Excellent choice of a title John! and a sublime reference to the desire to let others feel you! Put it out there! let 'em kick it around a bit...Great write John
12th Dec 2013 10:09am
this is really really good. I don't just say that. I mean it. I've read a lot of poetry, heard a lot of poetry read, written a lot of poetry...oh hell I guess we all have but this stands out as a gem.
I will offer one criticism/suggestion. I always have one. I don't like how it opens with a question(passive)and then becomes very commanding (assertive/aggressive)abruptly. I just like the passionate direct voice better.
I was thinking what it would be like if you replaced "how many of us" with "so" or "just" . If you intended an abrupt change then it works well. really good work. ending is fabulous. iconic.
oh one more thing. I don't think the title does it justice. All this babbling aside, I love it. I'm quite impressed and inspired.
I will offer one criticism/suggestion. I always have one. I don't like how it opens with a question(passive)and then becomes very commanding (assertive/aggressive)abruptly. I just like the passionate direct voice better.
I was thinking what it would be like if you replaced "how many of us" with "so" or "just" . If you intended an abrupt change then it works well. really good work. ending is fabulous. iconic.
oh one more thing. I don't think the title does it justice. All this babbling aside, I love it. I'm quite impressed and inspired.
12th Dec 2013 11:12am
That you are impressed is certainly appreciated, thank you for that; but Inspired! that is the utmost honor!
I also am grateful for your sterling advice. the poem begins as a sad contemplation regarding the many poems that remain hidden in computer files & notebooks, some gems among them, I feel.
my obvious reaction to that is to let the poems run free, to shout their existence, & damn the consequences!
jeans & leather, to my way of thinking, is a suitable outfit for rebellion.
wow, this was a stimulating interchange. we'll have to do it again sometime...
I also am grateful for your sterling advice. the poem begins as a sad contemplation regarding the many poems that remain hidden in computer files & notebooks, some gems among them, I feel.
my obvious reaction to that is to let the poems run free, to shout their existence, & damn the consequences!
jeans & leather, to my way of thinking, is a suitable outfit for rebellion.
wow, this was a stimulating interchange. we'll have to do it again sometime...
12th Dec 2013 5:40pm
How can you not love the passion you have. Each piece you present, so insightful, with a colorful delivery. Keep blazing dup.
12th Dec 2013 11:17pm
Ah! I miss my leathers, man. I used to "retire" them through cremation after they wore out, because I didn't want anyone else to have them. Haven't put on a leather in ages. They used to be like armor to me. Like thick, gritty leather armor.
Both gritty & smooth...you're acknowledging the needs & lonelinesses of poets with a confident swagger. I'd be willing to bet that you have a lot of poem babies out there, John...all across the world. Great work!
Both gritty & smooth...you're acknowledging the needs & lonelinesses of poets with a confident swagger. I'd be willing to bet that you have a lot of poem babies out there, John...all across the world. Great work!
14th Dec 2013 6:04pm
jeans and leather... it is always a nice outfit to adorn to run away and hide and possible if only for a few minutes to be something you normally aren't. Poem babies, yes I have to agree with everyone there I am quite certain that you have several of those all across the land... excellent ink.
WOW! The idea that poetry has to spread
it's wings, run out for a wild feast,
ride the bike with its chain of words ...
What a passionate image!
Enjoyed that very much!
it's wings, run out for a wild feast,
ride the bike with its chain of words ...
What a passionate image!
Enjoyed that very much!
20th Dec 2013 5:05pm
Mr John Feddeler, this is why the women adore you and the men applaud you.
When you enter the room, the way you walk, the way let those words drip connotations and croon, you command attention. This piece... looks good in leather!
When you enter the room, the way you walk, the way let those words drip connotations and croon, you command attention. This piece... looks good in leather!
30th Dec 2013 4:50pm
sorry
if my veins drip on the page
with my red slick fingers
as your poem caused me to jump out the glass window of my room and
wander in the night
drunk on air
hungry for her lips
crawling
back before dawn
broken but alive to scribble
bloody thanks
for the smack in the face
to wake up
and live
if my veins drip on the page
with my red slick fingers
as your poem caused me to jump out the glass window of my room and
wander in the night
drunk on air
hungry for her lips
crawling
back before dawn
broken but alive to scribble
bloody thanks
for the smack in the face
to wake up
and live
