#American Poet

[env0writes]

Impure Pilgrimage, 5.11(27).24 “In Memoriam; Always Forget"

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They just folded up his flag Sewn up tight from bullet holes Gunned him down cause he's a fag That's how the story goes

We've heard of on the news With unrest less than civil But Timmy is left hanging from a noose More at five, next Clark Deville

On it goes and goes and goes Fighting for a country lost How the flag it boldly shows Who knows it's history's cost

Yet still the same old stories Four hundred years ago Reenacted for their glories What was learned? Not sure, although

Is it better than it once was Is better yet to come I'll bleed a little longer if A is positive, my cuz Walk on into battle, with a flag and with a drum

Swim through the halls of each first and secondary school Puberty hits hard but not a caliber punch School pride changed their colors to red, dyed in the pool (of) Cafeteria lines like a gallery in fourth period lunch

There ain't no glory to be had In red, blue, and white in Baghdad No songs sang do to re to me to fa No lesson learned, America

[famousfor15]

[crystalclaire]

by Mary Oliver

[vox-anglosphere]

Fifty years before social media, Robert Frost saw what was coming..

[marejadilla]

Peter Gabriel, “Mercy Street”,Track Nº5, album “So”, 1986 “So”, Its the fifth solo album by the British singer-songwriter Peter Gabriel. “... Anne, with her father is out in the boat Riding the water Riding the waves on the sea...“ “Peter Gabriel was inspired to write his song “Mercy Street” reading a poem called,“45 Mercy Street” by American poet Anne Sexton.” "... She - like many girls living under a nightmare - hopes that her father's arms will rescue her from horror and melancholy, to take her safely in a boat to the sea of ​​serenity."

— Eduardo Porretti In this writing, Eduardo Porretti captures a delicate act of beauty: the song with which the English musician Peter Gabriel pays tribute to the pain of the American poet Anne Sexton.

[vanalex]

"I Watched the Moon Around the House" by Emily Dickinson Another moon-obsessed poet, Dickinson took the mysterious orb as a metaphor for all sorts of moods. One night, sleepless as ever, she encountered it as a familiar reflection of her own strangeness.

I watched the Moon around the House

Until upon a Pane—

She stopped—a Traveller’s privilege—for Rest—

And there upon

I gazed—as at a stranger—

The Lady in the Town

Doth think no incivility

To lift her Glass—upon—

But never Stranger justified

The Curiosity

Like Mine—for not a Foot—nor Hand—

Nor Formula—had she—

But like a Head—a Guillotine

Slid carelessly away—

Did independent, Amber—

Sustain her in the sky—

Or like a Stemless Flower—

Upheld in rolling Air

By finer Gravitations—

Than bind Philosopher—

No Hunger—had she—nor an Inn—

Her Toilette—to suffice—

Nor Avocation—nor Concern

For little Mysteries

As harass us—like Life—and Death—

And Afterwards—or Nay—

But seemed engrossed to Absolute—

With shining—and the Sky—

The privilege to scrutinize

Was scarce upon my Eyes

When, with a Silver practise—

She vaulted out of Gaze—

And next—I met her on a Cloud—

Myself too far below

To follow her superior Road—

Or its advantage—Blue—

[crushondonald]

The thing with October is, I think, it somehow gets in your very blood. Unapologetically. Almost ruthlessly.

Anne Sexton

American poet, 9 November 1928 - 4 October 1974

[orchard-bliss]

All day I’ve built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it.

Anne Sexton

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"No other shore, only this bank / On which the living gather."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[the-cricket-chirps]

Lynn Goldsmith

Patti Smith, New York City

1976

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"WELL, THE CLOCK SAYS IT'S TIME TO CLOSE NOW, I GUESS I'D BETTER GO NOW."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on fan shots of American rock band THE DOORS, performing live at the Whisky a Go Go, Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles, CA, c. 1967.

""Jim had never sung before and your singing muscles need time to develop,” he said. “It didn’t take long but, vocally, Jim became a 95 on a scale of 100 after starting as a 10. His voice became a weapon.”

Likewise, though Morrison “was very shy and reserved on stage at first”, the guitarist said, “as we played night after night, he got better and better – and wilder and wilder.""

-- THE GUARDIAN, "DOORS guitarist Robby Krieger: "The music will outlast the crazy Jim stuff,"" published December 3, 2021

Source: www.reddit.com/r/thedoors/comments/14skjrf.

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Juniper Journal’s Vol. 2, 6.25.24 “Waiting Over and Over Again"

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Waiting, wasting Copy-pasting the same sentence Over again, over again Over again Ad nauseum sick of, marketing– Causing a racket – racketeering Profiteering off the masses Say “Messiah” in the message –not a missive will be missed Holey are the records and the relics And once over’d again are the workers Wasting up and down for food For thought, so we thought Fought for the day Ad hominen, Homo Sapien Homunculus work-from-home In the eucre-rest past-five o’clock Rest, for the west never sleeps Never weeps for its followers Devout in their labour, their eyes On their neighbor Wishing over again, over again Over again How they wish they were where Over where the grass is The glass ceiling is Greener, a little less meaner Where they’re seen or heard apart from – The herd Over again wishing Time is over, again Looking, crooking, hooking their bit of green Wishing for someone else’s world Where they’ll be where the grass is greener Than the verdant dance-trance of their own plants Greener than farther fall and fallacies Scribbled for their future plans Copy-pasted Over again, over again Over, again

[eretzyisrael]

On June 17, 1885, the Statue of Liberty arrived at its permanent home in New York Harbor. But did you know that Emma Lazarus, the American poet whose famous words are inscribed on its pedestal, was Jewish?

Lazarus was born in 1849 to a large Sephardic family in New York City. Her ancestors were among the first Jewish immigrants to arrive in New Amsterdam after fleeing the Portuguese Inquisition in 1654.

The celebrated words of Lazarus’s 1883 sonnet “The New Colossus” have greeted countless immigrants and refugees upon their arrival to the United States. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.” -Emma Lazarus Contributor:

@jggoltz

Humans of Judaism

[crystalclaire]

by Mary Oliver

[theaskew]

Elena Georgiou, If Picasso Had Loved Women. Mercy Mercy Me (Painted Leaf Press 2000).

[beaujuniperbooks]

Revolution

In the quiet whispers of discontent, The seeds of revolution are sown, A fire ignites in the hearts of the oppressed, Yearning for freedom to be known.

Voices rise in unison, a chorus of defiance, Against the chains of injustice, they fight, With courage and determination in their eyes, They march forward, into the night.

The old order crumbles, the new dawn breaks, A revolution born from the depths of despair, In the ashes of the past, a new future takes shape, As the people rise up, their voices fill the air.

No longer will they be silenced, no longer will they bow, For in their unity and strength, they find power, The revolution is here, it cannot be stopped, For freedom is the seed that will always flower.

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